Sam did not hide, but met his gaze with a bitter curve at the corner of his mouth. "I knew you would react this way."
"Don't talk to me about this." Dean's voice rose, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes were red with anger, "You have come up with a lot of stupid ideas before, but this--" He was so angry that his words were stuck. He turned to look at Bobby, who was leaning on the door frame, and glanced at Bai Haorui, "You have known about this for a long time? Both of you know it? Just hide it from me together, right?"
Bobby touched his stubble, looked away and remained silent, which was considered acquiescence.
Bai Haorui stopped Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips, stood up straight, and said in a calm tone, "Sam mentioned it to me once the night before, but I didn't agree. Dean, don't get angry yet. This is just his idea, not a final decision."
"Okay, thank you for notifying me in advance." Dean laughed angrily, nodded, and turned his back to them, "Then let's stop this matter. Don't even think about it."
"This matter is not over yet." Sam's voice came from behind, as firm as nails in the air, "Dean, Apocalypse was opened by me, so I have to end it."
"I said no!" Dean turned around suddenly and raised his voice again, "You jump in and what happens next? You are locked up with Lucifer forever and will never be reincarnated? I fucking disagree!"
At this moment, the cell phone on the table suddenly rang harshly, buzzing on the table and breaking the tense atmosphere.
Dean grabbed the phone irritably. When he saw the caller ID, he was stunned for a moment and answered it angrily, "Hello?"
On the other end of the phone was the slightly weak voice of Castiel, and there was also the noise of human voices in the background. "Dean?"
Dean's brows instantly relaxed and then furrowed. He walked to the window and put his other hand on his waist. "Cass? Are you okay? We all thought you were dead. Where are you?"
"Hospital. I'm not feeling well."
"Can you make it clearer? What does not go well mean?"
"I just woke up here, and the doctors were scared. They thought I was brain dead." Castiel said with a confused tone, "Van Nuys After that incident, I suddenly appeared on the shrimp boat near Delacroix, covered in blood and unconscious. I heard that the sailors were scared."
Dean breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the window frame. His tense shoulders finally relaxed a little. "You came back just in time. We just thought of a way to stuff the devil back into the box."
"How?"
"It's a long story. We are going to deal with Horseman Pestilence now, just teleport over here." Dean said casually.
"I can't do it."
Dean was stunned. "What do you mean by less than? Your wings are broken?"
"You could say... I'm running out of energy."
"What? Your angel's magic power is gone?" Dean's voice suddenly rose, his face full of disbelief.
Bai Haorui Hearing this, his brows furrowed and he took a step forward to get closer to the phone.
He had noticed before that Cass's power was continuously draining. The last time he dealt with Raphael, it was already weakened by more than half, but he didn't expect that it would be completely exhausted, and he could not even do the most basic teleportation.
"I mean, I'm very thirsty right now, I have a headache, and there's a bug bite on my body that's itchy no matter how I scratch it." Castiel's voice was filled with confusion and a little subtle grievance, "I mean... I'm completely human now."
Dean opened his mouth without making a sound for a long time, and finally choked out one sentence. "Wow."
"Sorry."
"It's okay, don't worry." Dean immediately came back to his senses and said in a softer tone, "Bobby is here, we asked him to wire money to you, and you come by plane. Safety first."
"Dean, wait." Castiel called him, with a more solemn tone, "You rejected Michael. I owe you an apology. I thought you would be defeated and become a useless person, but you didn't."
Dean twitched the corner of his mouth, with mixed feelings in his heart. "Thank you, I appreciate the compliment."
"You're welcome." The other end of the phone paused, "Be careful. Horseman Pestilence's poison is very evil, so don't bear it."
After hanging up the phone, Dean stood there holding the phone, his face serious. Bobby came over and patted him on the shoulder without saying a word.
Bai Haorui came over, tapped his fingertips on the two rings on the table, and said in a calm voice, "My True Gang can drive away evil spirits Pestilence, but his poison is useless to me. I will go to the nursing home with you later. You will support me from the outside, and I will go in first to find out."
At two o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun is at its most intense, Pleasant Valley Nursing Home has a permeating coolness.
Large areas of the dusty old-fashioned exterior wall peeled off, revealing the damp red bricks inside. Weeds half a person's height grew around the wall. An abandoned wheelchair lay in the grass, its wheels too rusty to turn.
Looking from a distance, the whole building looks depressed and depressing, like a morgue that has been abandoned for more than ten years.
Dean and Sam squatted behind the bushes outside the fence, mosquitoes swarming around them. Dean waved his hands impatiently and looked at the dozing security guard in the security booth.
Bai Haorui stood half a step behind the two of them with his eyes closed, his back straight, breathing very slowly, his eyebrows Lotus Seal glowing slightly, almost invisible to the naked eye.
His Divine Sense was like a large invisible net, spreading along with the wind, covering the entire nursing home silently. The weak vital signs in the ward, the demonic aura wandering in the corridor, and the thick black air of the virus in the basement were all clearly reflected in his perception.
"Is this Horseman Pestilence's lair?" Dean lowered his voice and pouted, "It looks even more depressing than Hell. It looks like a brochure promoting early death."
"For Horseman Pestilence, this place is probably like an amusement park." Sam shrugged and lowered his voice, "He wishes everyone was sick."
Bai Haorui took back Divine Sense, opened his eyes, and spoke in a very low voice, somewhat calmly. "There are seventeen wards in total, three floors. Horseman Pestilence is in the innermost office on the third floor, followed by two demon bodyguards. There are five demons in the basement, moving boxes, which should be culture media for cultivating viruses. The virus concentration in the whole building is very high, and you two will collapse within five minutes of entering."
Dean clicked his tongue. "Okay, Divine Sense scanned it clearly enough. So how do we get in? We can't just kick in the door."
"The old way, you two pretend to be family members and sneak in, knock out the security guards, and locate Horseman Pestilence's location." Bai Haorui took out two folded yellow talismans from his backpack. The talisman paper was made of fine cinnabar paintings., with the remaining body temperature of his body, he stuffed it into the two of them respectively, "This is Pestilence-Warding Talisman, stick it on the chest, it can block low-concentration viruses for two hours. It will be useless if you meet him in person, so don't be aggressive, wait for my signal."
"What about you?" Sam took the talisman, and when his fingertips touched the talisman paper, it felt warm.
"I climbed in from the back wall, first went to the basement to get his virus inventory, and then went to meet you upstairs." Bai Haorui weighed the peach wood sword in his hand, the scabbard was polished to a bright shine, "No matter how powerful his virus is, it can be burned clean by a fire."
The two of them hunched over and walked around to the side door. Dean straightened his coat and walked out first. He leaned against the window of the security booth and smiled politely, "Hey, hello. I'm looking for my grandma, Eunice Kennedy."
The security guard didn't even raise his head, flipping through the registration book. "Go to the front desk and ask the nurse to register."
"Please do me a favor, sir." Dean gestured with a sincere expression, "She is not tall and has white hair. I am anxious to take one look at her and leave."
The security guard raised his head impatiently, and just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, Dean suddenly raised his hand and struck the back of his neck with precision with his palm knife.
The security guard groaned, lay down on the table and fainted.
Sam came over from behind, speechless. "Eunice Kennedy? You made up your name too casually."
"Just improvise, Sam." Dean shrugged, bent down and got into the security room, calling up the surveillance screen, "You never know what will pop out of your mouth."
Sam leaned in front of the screen and frowned as he looked at the screen-filled ward corridor. "What are we looking for? We can't search every ward."
"He is Horseman Pestilence. He should always look sick." Dean ran his fingers across the surveillance screens. The screens were full of patients lying down and nurses walking around. They looked the same.
"Everyone here is sick." Sam rolled his eyes.
Dean suddenly froze on the screen of the corridor on the third floor and pointed at the screen. "Hey, I got it."
In the screen, Dr. Green in a white coat is walking along the corridor. He has slight electromagnetic interference ripples all over his body. He appears hazy in the surveillance camera and is out of tune with the people around him.
What was even weirder was that in the ward he walked through, the monitors inside almost simultaneously sounded piercing alarms and flashed red lights.
Bai Haorui's voice came from the headset, with a bit of wind. "You guys keep an eye on him, I'm going to the basement. Remember, don't go near his office, wait until I burn the virus database."
"Roger." Dean responded into the headset.
At the same time, in the corridor on the third floor of the nursing home, Dr. Green had just come out of a ward. The devil who looked like a nurse walked quickly with his head lowered and his voice was very low. "Sir, let's go."
Dr. Green didn't stop walking, with a playful smile on his lips.
The deeper you go into the corridor on the third floor, the sweeter and sweeter the rotten smell becomes in the air, like rotten meat soaked in formalin, making you dizzy.
Dean started to cough first. He clutched his chest, slowed down, and sweat broke out on his forehead. It felt like there was a handful of broken glass stuck in his throat, and it hurt every time he took a breath. He could feel Pestilence-Warding Talisman on his chest getting hot, like a piece of red-hot iron sticking to his skin.
"Uh..." Sam also covered his mouth, his throat was itchy, his head felt like he was stepping on cotton, and his legs were so weak that he could hardly stand, "We must be getting closer to him. This smell... is too strong."
"What do you think?" Dean coughed violently, his face turned red, and he could only stand steady by holding on to the wall.
He felt as if needles were pricking all the bones in his body, it was painful and sore, and even the strength to raise his hands was rapidly losing.
Glancing down at the collar, he saw that the edges of the exposed talisman paper had become black and curled, and he could no longer hold it.
The office door suddenly opened from the inside.
Dr. Green stood at the door with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, looking at them with a playful look on his face, like looking at two prey that had fallen into a trap.
"Sam, Dean." He turned slightly sideways and made a "please" gesture, speaking in a gentle tone, "Come in, the doctor is waiting for you."
The two brothers helped each other into the room. After taking a few steps, they couldn't hold on any longer. They bent down and coughed violently while holding on to the wall. It felt like their internal organs were about to come out.
The smell in the office was even worse. There were rows of glass jars on the bookshelf, diseased organ specimens soaked in formalin, and a dozen petri dishes spread out on the desk, with black and green mold spots growing inside, making one's scalp numb.
"Ouch, you two don't look too good." Dr. Green closed the door and walked slowly to them, "It could be scarlet fever, or it could be meningitis... Oh, maybe it's syphilis." He smacked his lips with a look of regret on his face, "That wouldn't be fun."
He knelt down and looked at the two people squatting on the ground panting, with a cruel smile on his lips, "No matter how uncomfortable you are now, it will only get worse in the future. Do you have any questions?"
Sam raised his head, with cold sweat on his forehead, gritting his teeth and staring at him, unable to say a word.
"Diseases are always criticized as dirty and messy, which is actually quite unfair." Dr. Green stood up and paced around the room with his hands behind his back. His tone was like giving a lecture on a university podium. "The dirty and messy ones are the sick people. The disease itself is pure and has only one goal - to divide and then conquer. Bacteria are always the final winner."
He suddenly stopped, looked hard, and punched the metal filing cabinet with a loud bang. "So I don't understand why God would pour all his love into something so fragile and vulnerable? It's simply ridiculous. I can only use Pestilence to prove him wrong."
He turned around and looked at the two people on the ground, with a light tone, as if he was asking about today's weather, "Now, on a scale of one to ten, what is your pain level?"
"Level Zero."
A cold voice suddenly came from the window, accompanied by the crisp sound of broken glass.
Bai Haorui broke through the window and entered. The mahogany sword was already unsheathed. The purple-gold True Gang flowed along the sword body, forming a translucent circular shield around him.
The black and green Pestilence black air that filled the room hit the shield, melting like snow meeting the warm sun, and instantly dissipated without a trace.
The moment he landed, his center of gravity was as stable as if he had taken root. With a flick of his left hand, five Evil-Breaking Talisman folded into triangles flew out in a fan shape, accurately sticking to the four corners of the room and the center of the ceiling.
Golden light lit up from the talisman paper, forming a small purification array, and the smell of corruption in the room faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye.