Dean instinctively took half a step back, his body tensed instantly, and his subconscious noticed something was wrong.
The next second, the skin and flesh on the woman's face twisted and squirmed violently, the bones made a harsh sound of cracking and dislocating, and the surface of the skin continued to surge, completely revealing Shapeshifter's ferocious true face. It suddenly stretched out its claws and rushed over to snatch the baby in Dean's arms.
Shapeshifter took off his disguise and growled fiercely: Give me the child back.
Dean quickly dodged his body to the side, holding the swaddling clothes tightly to his chest with both arms.
Sam heard the sounds of fighting and collision in the corridor and immediately rushed out to support.
In the narrow corridor, three people were fighting together.
This Shapeshifter is very powerful, but all its attention is focused on robbing the baby, and it has no intention of fighting with the two hunters.
After several failed snatching attempts, it pushed Dean and Sam away, turned around and ran away along the long corridor.
At the moment of escaping, Shapeshifter turned around and roared, "You will pay the price! The father is waiting for this child!"
Dean tightly held the crying baby in her arms, her chest rose and fell greatly, she was breathing heavily, and her face looked ugly.
Dean's breath is unstable: It followed us all the way here.
Sam frowned tightly: I still don't understand why Shapeshifter wants this baby.
Dean looked down at the child in his arms and said in a serious tone: No matter what it wants, this child can't stay in the hotel anymore. We have to find a safe place.
At the same time, on the roof of a building in the hotel block. After the retreat, Bai Haorui has been using Divine Sense to keep an eye on the movements of Dean and Sam from a distance. Just now at the hotel All the fights that took place in the corridor fell into his perception. He could clearly hear the word "Father" shouted by Shapeshifter. An ancient, wild, and evil aura with strong primitive animality was rapidly approaching this block across the distance.
Bai Haorui has a tall and straight figure. The fabric of the black jacket is wear-resistant and suitable for long-distance running. There is a cloth bag sewn on the waist, which contains the tempered Five Elements Five Emperor Coins and a stack of cinnabar yellow charms. A recast peach wood sword is slung across the back, with Zs engraved all over the sword. Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman Text; Lotus Seal The light purple ray between his eyebrows is usually hidden under the skin, but will glow faintly when he exerts his strength. The evening breeze ruffles the broken hair on his forehead, and his eyes are calm and sharp, able to see through traces of evil spirits that ordinary people cannot detect.
Bai Haorui: Behind the ordinary subordinate Shapeshifter, there is an ancestor, Alpha Shapeshifter. Look at this trend, Sam and Dean is preparing to take the baby to the Campbell Family's stronghold. Samuel's group of hunters who have resurrected from the dead, each of them has a faint trace of Hell's contract aura.
Bai Haorui stepped out of Heavenly Gang Steps, and the landing position of his feet corresponded to the direction of the stars in the sky. His body did not step on the roof of the building, turning into a faint purple-gold afterimage, breaking through the evening wind, and galloping towards the Campbell Family's suburban stronghold at full speed, with the sound of wind whistling by his side.
The night completely enveloped the entire town, and the street lights stretched the shadows of the two people and spread them flat on the asphalt road.
Dean and Sam were walking on a quiet street with their sleeping babies in their arms.
There were few pedestrians on the streets at night, and only a few cars passed by in the distance. Sam told all the clues he had investigated.
Sam spoke in a cold and solemn tone: All babies are its offspring. It gets close to women, gets them pregnant, waits for the children to be born, kills their husbands, and takes away the children.
Dean had shock written all over his face, and he couldn't accept this information: I didn't know Shapeshifter could reproduce. I always thought they just copied others.
Sam: This one is different.
Dean lowered his gaze and looked down at the baby sleeping peacefully in the swaddling clothes, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Dean: The child has the blood of monsters, but he himself is not guilty of any sins. The fault is with his biological father, not this newly born life.
Dean spoke very softly: The child is not wrong.
Sam: There is no way we can place a Shapeshifter hybrid. Samuel and Campbell Family, they know monsters. Maybe they know how to do it.
Dean immediately took half a step back, feeling strong alert in his heart: Are you sure we can trust this group of people we don't understand at all?
Sam sounded very firm: They are hunters. And they are family members. We have no better choice.
Dean's heart was full of worries, and his mind kept thinking about the weirdness of Samuel's resurrection.
But at the moment, I really couldn't find any other feasible way out, so I could only reluctantly nod and agree, without letting go of the guard in my heart.
The two of them stopped talking and quickened their pace, heading towards the Campbell Family suburban stronghold.
A large single-family house in a remote suburb. The house is an old-fashioned suburban hunter's stronghold. The walls are thick and the windows are reinforced with iron bars.
The room was brightly lit. All kinds of demon-hunting equipment were hung on hooks on the four walls: silver knives, silver crossbows, salt shotguns, and hardened silver short spears, all neatly displayed in rows.
There are multiple Campbell Family hunters standing in various locations in the room, holding weapons, ready to deal with unexpected dangers at any time.
Samuel·Campbell, with gray hair and older age, still tall and strong, with a face full of ravines carved by wind and frost, a pair of sharp and deep eyes, and the unique sense of oppression of a veteran hunter, and every move he makes carries the majesty of his elders. He sits behind a long, thick solid wood table at the far end of the room.
Gwen·Campbell, a young female hunter, wearing combat overalls, with a tangled expression, leaning against the side wall, standing quietly, silently observing every move of everyone in the room;
Christian·Campbell, a male hunter, tall, with a cold expression and a tight posture, his hand always resting on the handle of the silver dagger at his waist, unconditionally obeying all orders given by Samuel.
Dean and Sam pushed the door open and walked into the room. Dean's whole body muscles tensed, his eyes quickly swept over every hunter present, and his hands always protected the swaddled baby in his arms.
Samuel's eyes fell on the baby and his tone was calm: Give me the baby.
Dean subconsciously held the baby tighter, took a small step back, and did not move forward: We can take care of it ourselves.
Samuel smiled faintly without getting angry: Do you think I would hurt a baby? I hunt monsters, not innocent children.
Sam stretched out his hand and gently touched Dean's arm, using body movements to signal Dean to relax.
Then he took the baby from Dean's hand and handed it to Samuel's arms.
Samuel carefully hugged the baby with both hands. At this moment, the old hunter, who was filled with murderous aura, showed a rare softness.
Samuel sighed softly: It's been a long time since I held a newborn baby. Mary was also so small back then.
Dean Seeing this scene, his guard relaxed slightly, but he did not completely let down his guard.
Samuel quickly suppressed the warmth on his face and his expression became serious again.
Samuel: This child has the bloodline of Shapeshifter. If his power awakens, ordinary people will not be able to control it. If left alone, he will only be hunted down by hunters in the end. Stay here, we can watch him and guide him as much as possible.
Dean took a step forward: Wait. So your plan is to throw a newborn child into the Hunter World? The life we lived since childhood, do you want him to do it again?
Samuel has firm eyes and refuses to give in at all: This is the best opportunity for him. Otherwise, he will die sooner or later.
The air in the room froze instantly, and the completely different values of the two generations of hunters collided head-on here.
On one side is Dean, who will never accept repeating the suffering of hunters with innocent children; on the other side, Samuel believes in the utilitarianism of hunters and believes that under the threat of monster blood, stronghold surveillance is the best solution.
Gwen stood by the wall, silently watching the quarrel, his eyes swaying back and forth, struggling in his heart. The so-called "necessary sacrifice" in the elders' words was actually a newborn who had no ability to resist.
Her conscience was churning in her heart, but she did not have enough confidence to dare to contradict her family elder Samuel in public.
Christian had no expression on his face and agreed with Samuel's judgment from the bottom of his heart.
Just when everyone was in a stalemate, "Crack--!" The huge floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor was directly shattered by an invisible purple-gold True Gang. Large pieces of glass fragments fell to the ground, making a harsh shattering sound when they hit the floor.
Bai Haorui stepped on the broken window frame and fell into the house. The reforged mahogany sword was half unsheathed, and a faint purple-gold color Gang Qi lingered around his body.
His Divine Sense scanned the entire large house in an instant, and saw at a glance that silver nets and silver chains had been set up in the corners of the room and at the entrances and exits of the basement. The logic of the arrangement of the entire set of equipment was not at all a protective formation used to defend against the invasion of foreign enemies, but a set of hunting traps specifically designed to target high-level monsters.
Bai Haorui's voice was calm and sharp, and he got the truth straight to the point: These are not defensive formations to protect babies. They are hunting traps. From the beginning, you planned to use this newborn as bait.
All the Campbell hunters in the house were in an uproar.
Dean's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly turned his head to look at Sam. The vague suspicion in his heart was completely confirmed at this moment.
Sam's eyes averted, his lips tightened, and he remained silent without making any rebuttal.
Samuel's face slowly darkened.
Samuel: Daoist Master Bai, this is the mission of the hunter. If Alpha continues to cause wanton chaos, countless families will die tragically. Sacrifice one to save countless, this is a necessary price.
Bai Haorui refused to give in, his voice was steady and firm: The price should not be borne by a baby who cannot speak yet. The duty of a hunter is to protect the innocent, not to use weak lives as bait.
Christian took a step forward and directly grasped the handle of the silver dagger at his waist, his whole body full of hostility.
Christian: This is an internal matter of the Campbell Family. Outsiders should not interfere.
Bai Haorui The light purple ray between Lotus Seal's eyebrows lit up slightly, and an invisible external wave True Gang shook.
A steady push directly pushed Christian back several steps, almost falling to the ground, and the wooden floor beneath his feet made a heavy friction sound.
Gwen stood there and did not step forward to help his companions to stop Bai Haorui, and his inner tremors became more intense.
Dean took a long stride and stood directly beside Bai Haorui, completely on his side.
Dean: Haorui is right! We can't do this!
Sam was caught between two people, and his heart was torn violently.
On a rational level, capturing the ancestor monster is a major victory that the hunter dreams of; but with the living innocent babies in front of him, and looking at the tough attitudes of Dean and Bai Haorui, he really can't carry out the bait plan with peace of mind.
Sam looked tired and had some dilemma: Dean, this is not my idea alone. Catching Alpha is our goal. But... I also understand that the price of this matter is too heavy.