"It's a Scotland skirt." Crowley corrected through gritted teeth, almost to the point of breaking them. "My calf lines are so good. What do you want to do?"
"If I don't do anything, I just dig up your grave." Dean said lightly, as if he was digging a potato. "I heard that if you burn the devil's Bones, the devil will be wiped out. Is it true?"
"Absurd! These are all legends!" Crowley said sharply, his voice was loud, but he had no confidence and was weak. He glanced at Bai Haorui from the corner of his eye, and the other party was looking at him indifferently., there was a little lavender flame lingering on his fingertips - the flame gave him a feeling that was more dangerous than burning bones. It was Samadhi True Fire embers that directly burned the soul.
"Really?" Bobby took the words with a cool tone, "But I know one of your subordinates, and she doesn't think so. Oh, by the way, do you remember her Bones?"
Crowley stopped talking, his face was so gloomy that it could drip water, his fists were clenched, and his knuckles turned white.
He knew that Bobby was not joking. What's more, there was Bai Haorui watching covetously next to him. If he really took action, he might not get a good deal, and he might even end up in trouble.
"The transaction is very simple." Bobby looked at him and said calmly, "My soul, exchange it for your Bones. If you don't exchange it, I will let Dean burn it on fire, and you, the king of Hell, will be finished."
Crowley's chest rose and fell violently, and he stared at Bobby, then looked at the phone, and finally glanced at the expressionless Bai Haorui, his eyes full of fear. After a stalemate for a few seconds, he finally gritted his teeth and uttered a sentence, his voice squeezed out from between his teeth. "Damn... it's a deal."
Bobby felt a huge pain in his heart, but he didn't show it, his expression remained unchanged. He looked at Crowley and said slowly, "Also, give me ten more years of life."
"You still have to go too far-" Crowley stared angrily.
"Three--Two--" Bobby began to count down, speaking slowly but with a sense of oppression.
"Okay!" Crowley gritted his teeth, his face twisted, "It's all up to you."
He snapped his fingers and made a crisp sound.
Bobby Instantly felt a warm current rushing through my body. The old injuries and problems on my body that had been there for many years actually no longer hurt, and the soreness and swelling disappeared instantly. At the same time, the heavy feeling of restraint in my chest also disappeared - it was like the lead weight that had been weighing on me for several years had been removed, and my soul was back, light and airy.
Bai Haorui nodded slightly, Divine Sense quietly scanned Bobby's body, checked it carefully, and confirmed that the soul was intact, without any manipulation or tracking marks. Only then did he feel relieved.
"Happy cooperation." Crowley looked ugly and reached out to take back his son's ring, holding it tightly in his hand. "Now, let them put my Bones back."
"Don't worry, I'll tell you the truth." Bobby raised his chin towards the phone.
Dean's voice came over. "Okay, I'll spare you this time."
Crowley snorted coldly, turned around and was about to leave. He took two steps and then stopped. He looked back at Gavin with complicated eyes, as if he had something to say but swallowed it back. His lips moved, but in the end he said nothing.
He glanced at Bai Haorui again and said in a deep voice, "I don't want to go against you, but don't always block my way."
After saying that, he disappeared into the darkness, as if he had never been there before, leaving only a lingering smell of sulfur, which soon dissipated.
The next morning, the sun shone in through the kitchen window, and the dust was floating in the light beam. It was warm and comfortable on the body.
Bobby received a call from Dean. The brothers were preparing to fly back from Scotland. There was a vague sound of airport announcements in the background.
"Bobby, what happened before... I'm sorry." Dean's voice was a little embarrassed, with a little guilt, "We used to think that you could handle everything and ignored your own affairs. Thank you for so many years."
"Okay, okay, don't do this." Bobby said impatiently, but his tone softened, and the corners of his mouth turned up a little unconsciously, "Just come back safely, you two. By the way, try the local food, I heard it is quite special."
"Come on, we're going to eat at Olive Garden." Dean said with a smile, his tone a little more relaxed.
After hanging up the phone, Bobby sat on the chair, moved his shoulders, and Bones clicked, feeling a long-lost sense of relaxation.
The soul is back, the body is healed, and the life span has been extended by ten years. Crowley does not dare to cause trouble for the time being. It is rare to have such a pure time.
He picked up the whiskey on the table and poured himself a glass. The liquid sloshed around the edge of the glass. Just as he was about to drink, the phone rang again, buzzing on the table. It was Jody.
"Rufus, I settled the matter," her voice was a little tired, as if she had stayed up all night, "I found an acquaintance at the FBI to suppress it, you owe me a favor."
"I know, thanks Jody." Bobby smiled and took a sip of the wine. The liquid slid down his throat, feeling hot and comfortable.
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the pits in the yard had long since been filled in. The grass had grown a little, and it was green and swaying in the wind, as if nothing had happened.
Bobby leaned back on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief, and the breath he exhaled was a little relaxed.
He raised his head and looked at Bai Haorui opposite. The young man was looking out the window. His side face had clean lines, and the sun fell on his brow bone, casting a small shadow.
Bobby knew in his heart that if Bai Haorui hadn't been there in the past two days, things might not have been so smooth.
Crowley If that old fox had no scruples, he would never compromise so readily.
"Thank you." Bobby picked up the whiskey glass and raised it to him, very seriously.
Bai Haorui looked away, picked up the water glass and touched the rim of his glass, making a soft "ding" sound. He didn't say anything, and there was a very faint smile on the corner of his mouth. It was so shallow that it was almost invisible.
Rufus walked in from the yard with a cigarette in his mouth. The smell of smoke mixed with the smell of grass outside floated in, making the place filled with smoke.
"I said, can you two stop being so bored?" He yelled, blowing a smoke ring, "What's next? You can't just let it go, right? Crowley That old boy must be holding back the bad after suffering such a big loss."
"Take a step and see what happens." Bobby said, shaking the wine glass, "If he dares to come, I dare to accept him."
Bai Haorui spoke slowly, his voice was very soft but very clear, and he said word for word, "He won't come right away. Now Hell has just shuffled the cards, and he hasn't settled down yet, so he has no time to waste time with us. But he has other things - Campbell Family has been making a lot of moves recently. If Sam follows them, something will happen sooner or later."
The smile on Bobby's face slowly faded and solidified on his face. He remembered what Dean said on the phone, Sam was getting more and more wrong.
"You mean... about Sam?" Bobby lowered his voice and leaned forward, "Is the soul really missing?"
Bai Haorui nodded and gently rubbed the Five Emperor Coins on the table with his fingertips. The lines of the copper coins were scratching his fingertips. His eyes darkened and he said solemnly, "A big piece is missing. It's not injured, it was taken away. I suspect that the collective resurrection of the Campbell Family was done by the same group of people."
The room suddenly became quiet and the air was frozen.
Bobby's fingers gripped the wine glass so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his heart sank, like a piece of lead dropped.
Sam's soul is still in the hands of others, Heaven is in the civil war, Hell is shuffling the cards, monsters are running around, and Campbell Family is hiding in the dark and planning something.
There was half a piece of peach pie left on the table, and the sweet fragrance floated in the air, mixed with the smell of blood and cinnabar that remained in the basement. It was very much like their lives - half fireworks, half bloody. They wanted to get out, but they were already trapped in it.
Just then, the phone rang again, which was extremely harsh in the quiet room, and the buzz shook the table.
Bobby looked at the phone, rolled his eyes helplessly, cursed "damn it", and picked up the phone anyway.
This is the life of a hunter. There are always endless calls and troubles to settle.