The dusk was like water soaked in ink, slowly spreading along the end of the road.
The 1967 Chevrolet Impala ran over the fine gravel on the road, the engine made a low and steady hum, the deep black metallic paint of the car body glowed gloomily in the setting sun, and there were several small paint peeling marks on the edge of the car shell, embedded in the metal like old scars.
Chuck·Shulli's narration sounded at this moment, his voice was hoarse and a little careless and lazy, like fingertips flipping through a dusty old photo album.
"In 1967, the 100 millionth car of the General Motors rolled off the assembly line. The Detroit held a grand ribbon-cutting ceremony. The reporters' flashes were blinding. No one could remember that three days later, such an inconspicuous Impala came off the same production line."
The camera slides into the car along the window, and the smell of old leather mixed with gasoline and mints seems to seep through the screen. There is a plastic green soldier with missing arms stuck in the ashtray. Dean stuffed it in when he was seven years old. It has been stuck for more than 20 years and no one has taken it out; There is half a blue and white Lego particle embedded in the gap of the vent grille, which Sam took apart the toy and stuffed it in when he was a child. There is still a half circle of old chewing gum marks on the leather in the gap of the seat, which has long been as hard as a stone.
The co-pilot opened the mezzanine of the storage box, and a wrinkled yellow Safety Talisman was pressed at the bottom. The edges of the rune paper were frayed, and the runes drawn with cinnabar were still vaguely discernible - Bai Haorui secretly stuffed it in when he first met the brothers, and never mentioned it to anyone.
"The first owner of the car was an alcoholic and drove it around delivering Bibles on weekends. Later, the drunk driver hit a tree and the car ended up at Lawrence's second-hand car dealership. The young John·Winchester walked in with all his savings and fell in love with it at first sight."
Chuck's voice was a little lower, and the wind blew through the car window, making a subtle whistling sound.
"Sam and Dean didn't know this, and Bai Haorui didn't say anything about it. But they should know - this car was never a pile of scrap metal.
It's the only place where three homeless people don't have to pretend to be strong.
The story starts here, and it seems it will end here."
Impala carried the twilight and kept driving forward, gradually blending into the increasingly dense night.
The night had completely darkened, and the shadows of the poplar trees on both sides of the road were drawn thin and long by the car lights, like countless hands hanging down.
Impala was running at the front, the engine sound was very low, and Bobby's dilapidated pickup truck followed a hundred meters behind, its two dim car lights turning into two fluttering warm flames in the dark night.
The car was eerily quiet, with the only sound being the rustle of tires on the road.
Dean's knuckles gripping the steering wheel were green and white, his fingertips rubbed against the old leather, and his jawline stretched into a hard straight line.
His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, and he glanced at the rearview mirror every few seconds, as if he was waiting for something, but also as if he was afraid of something.
The Sam in the passenger seat lowered his eyes, put his right hand in his coat pocket, and repeatedly rubbed the cold metal outlines of the four Horsemen's Ringss with his fingertips. The edges of the rings made his fingertips ache, but he seemed unconscious. His Adam's apple rolled heavily every few seconds, swallowing the surging panic and determination back into his stomach.
Castiel, who was in the back seat, was leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, his face was almost transparent, and there was a little cold sweat on his temples.
"Trick--"
The intercom clamped in the air outlet suddenly rang twice, and the noise of electricity made people's ears numb. Bobby's hoarse voice followed closely. "We have found some signs. Florida There is a hurricane.,Los Angeles The wildfire burned half of the mountain, Detroit In five blocks of the city center, the temperature dropped by twenty degrees in two hours. Lucifer That grandson is definitely there."
Dean twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to put on a smile, but the corner of his mouth only moved stiffly. "Detroit? This devil is too shameless, are you sure you read that right? I thought he had to choose a place like New York Empire State Building."
"OK." Bobby's voice was as deep as a piece of iron, "Abnormalities everywhere revolve around Detroit. There is no mistake."
Sam's fingertips suddenly tightened, and his knuckles instantly turned white. The words Detroit--Lucifer had said in his ear were like needles stuck into his mind. He said, we will accomplish what we have always expected in Detroit, that is the place we are destined to be.
He spoke under his breath, his voice trembling, and he didn't realize it. "He must have been waiting for us. Maybe... he knows much more than we think."
"He must know more than us." Dean gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, "But we have no other choice but to take a gamble."
Castiel in the back seat moved and slowly opened his eyes. His blue eyes were covered with a layer of tired fog, and his brows were so furrowed that they could kill mosquitoes. "I have a very bad feeling. It's worse than the last time I faced Horsemen of the Apocalypse."
"Nonsense, who else would have a good premonition when facing Lucifer." Dean snorted, but the uneasiness in his heart was like a stone sinking to the bottom of the water, sinking deeper and deeper.
Three hours ago, they stopped for gas at a rest stop on the interstate.
Bai Haorui leaned against Impala's car door, twirling Five Emperor Coins with his fingertips for a long time, and only left one sentence. "I'll go over and feel it out first." Dean was about to stop him when a purple-gold afterimage passed by his eyes, the wind swept the corners of his robe and brushed his arm, and there was no one there.
Dean knows that he cannot be stopped.
This man seemed to always be calm and calm, but he was more protective than anyone else. He was determined to protect him and Sam, even ten cows could not pull him back.
Sam clutched the ring on his fingertips, feeling sour and bitter in his heart: Haorui had to carry it alone again... It's all my fault. If I hadn't released Lucifer, he wouldn't have had to rush forward with all his strength every time.
Dean stared at the road ahead, biting his cheeks tightly: This fool knows how to carry it on his own. I will scold him when I meet him... But don't let anything happen to him.
Detroit Abandoned automobile factory in the suburbs, the empty factory building is leaking from the wind, and the sound of whining echoes back and forth between the beams and pillars.
The moonlight shines down from the holes in the roof, casting broken light spots on the dusty ground. The floor is covered with rusty car parts and abandoned frames. There is a strong smell of sulfur in the air, mixed with the smell of rust and engine oil, and it is as cold as an ice cellar.
Bai Haorui stood with a hidden figure on the ten-meter-high beam, his back pressed against the cold steel beam, and a lavender Lotus Seal glowed slightly between his eyebrows.
His Divine Sense spread out like a tide, spreading out along the gaps between beams, pillars, the ground, and oil drums, enveloping the entire factory in the senses.
There was a person standing in the center of the field, with his back to him, wearing a wrinkled black suit, and his blond hair was messy on his neck - he was the temporary container of Nick, Lucifer.
Bai Haorui's Divine Sense glanced over and saw clearly: Nick's skin had begun to show purple blood vessels, crawling on the neck and back of hands like earthworms. On the shoulders and neck exposed under the collar, there were several festering sores, glowing with black-red pus. This body could no longer withstand Lucifer's strength.
Bai Haorui's eyes darkened.
The state of the temporary container is inherently unstable and is the best time to start.
Even if you can't kill him, you still have to damage his roots to give Sam even an extra cent of a chance of winning.
There was no unnecessary nonsense and no hesitation.
Bai Haorui kicked his left foot hard on the crossbar, and his body swooped down like an arrow off the string.
Holding the hilt of the mahogany sword in his right hand, his shoulders slumped and his elbows dropped, the blade of the sword was dragged diagonally by his side. The True Gang in his palm poured in along the spine of the sword - the first layer was lavender Innate True Gang, which wrapped around the sword body and expanded half a foot; the second layer was dark purple Three Altars Pure Yang True Fire, climbing up along the blade, the flames licking the air and making a soft "crackling" sound; the third layer is the golden-red Samadhi True Fire embers, pressed on the outermost layer, the three layers of fire waves are stacked together, wrapping the peach wood sword into a fire sword more than three feet long.
His body fell into the air, his wrist suddenly sank, and the mahogany sword struck Lucifer from top to bottom at the back heart gate. The blade cut through the air and made a sharp "chi" sound. With the force of destroying evil, even the surrounding cold wind was forced to retreat to both sides by the fire wave.
Lucifer It's like there are eyes on the back.
He did not look back, his left shoulder sank slightly, and his body moved half a foot to the right. His movement was not fast, but he just missed the edge of the sword.
The fire wave of the Taomu Sword swept past the sleeve of his left arm, and the black suit fabric instantly carbonized, and black ash fell down. The flames penetrated along the cuff, and even the flesh on his arm was burned.
Lucifer frowned slightly, and a little black holy light popped up from his fingertips, hitting the flame on his sleeve, and the fire was extinguished instantly.
But most of the sleeve of his left arm has been burned off, and there is a light red burn mark on the exposed forearm. The skin is slightly curled up and has a burnt smell - it is left by Three Altars True Fire, which can directly burn to the source.
He slowly turned around, looked at Bai Haorui who had landed on the ground, raised his eyebrows, and said with a bit of joking and disdain in his tone, "Little guy, what do you think you are doing? Are you in such a hurry to die?"
"Death?" Bai Haorui landed on the ground with his right foot first, bent his knees slightly to relieve the momentum, stood firm on his left heel, held the mahogany sword across his chest, and pointed the sword's tip diagonally at the ground.
He sneered, his voice as cold as ice, "It's not certain who will send whom today."
Before he finished speaking, he slipped out five Five Emperor Coins coins from his sleeve with his left hand, and clasped the five copper coins Shunzhi, Kangxi, Yongzheng, Qianlong, and Jiaqing respectively with his thumb, index finger, and middle finger.
With a flick of the wrist, five copper coins shot out in five directions - Shunzhi belongs to gold and goes due west, Kangxi belongs to wood and goes due east, Yongzheng belongs to water and goes north, Qianlong belongs to fire and flies south, and Jiaqing belongs to earth and hangs in the middle.
Five golden lights drew five arcs in the air, instantly forming an inverted bowl-shaped barrier, surrounding Lucifer in the middle, blocking all escape routes.
At the same time, Bai Haorui's left hand quickly formed a seal, the thumb clasped the root of the ring finger, and the other four fingers were bent in sequence. He stepped on Seven Star Steps, his left foot touched the ground, and the toes of his right foot quickly drew the Bagua wheel on the dust. Kuo. He recited a mantra in his mouth, with a steady and powerful voice. "Qianyuan Henry Zhen, Kun carries peace to all things, thunders destroy evil spirits, Xun wind binds demon spirits, Kan water extinguishes karmic fire, Li fire shines on the netherworld, Gen Mountain seals the ghost road, Dui Ze disperses the yin shape--Eight Trigrams Soul Suppression, start!"
After the last word fell, he stomped the ground with his right foot.
"Buzz--"
The ground shook slightly, and golden runes emerged from under the dust. The Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui Bagua runes lit up in sequence, forming a circle along the outline he drew, and pressing on Lucifer with heavy suppressive power.
The air suddenly became thicker, as if soaked in glue, and even the wind stopped.
Lucifer raised his eyes and glanced around the Five Emperor Coins barrier, then looked down at the Bagua runes that lit up under his feet, and sneered, his eyes full of cat and mouse play. "It's a little trick, but it's a bit interesting."
He raised his right hand, and a black holy light condensed in his palm, like a solid black mist.
He was not in a hurry to break the formation, and first pressed lightly to the surroundings - the black holy light shock wave crashed along the inner wall of the barrier. Shunzhi Qian due to the west was the first to be unable to hold on. The golden light shook violently three times, flew out with a "buzz" sound, and hit the iron frame in the distance with a "clang", sparks flying everywhere.
Immediately afterwards, the copper coins due east, due north, and due south were blown away one after another, spinning in the air and hitting the ground. The golden light dimmed instantly. The Jiaqing coin hanging in the middle shook, and a black light flickered from Lucifer's fingertips. The copper coins were directly knocked away and embedded in the cement wall.
Five Emperor Barrier, broken instantly.