Wyoming The safe house exclusively for hunters in the suburbs is hidden in the dense forest of the mountain. The late summer sunshine passes through the branches and leaves, casting tiny spots of light on the wooden boards of the porch. Dean is slumped in the rocking chair, with two long legs dangling on the railing, playing with a dog-leg knife in his hand, and sitting on the steps with half-squinted eyes as he reads John Sam of Demon Hunter's Handbook. The edges of the pages of the manual have turned yellow. Sam's fingers crossed the words that recorded the traces of the devil, and he frowned slightly.
"Hey, Little Sammy," Dean yelled in a long tone, with a laziness in his voice, "Your dear brother needs your legs, go to the convenience store in town. I want Cherry Pie, cold beer, and your vegetable salad that is bland even for rabbits - and bring some food for Old Bai by the way."
Bai Haorui, who was leaning on the door frame and cleaning his mahogany sword, raised his eyes when he heard this. He rubbed the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman engraved on the sword with his fingertips, and the Five Emperor Coins on the sword tassel jingled. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was clear. "Second, two hot dogs with double cheese, more side dishes, and the account is on Dean's head."
Sam closed the manual with a "snap", rolled his eyes, and when he stood up, he patted the sawdust on the knees of his jeans. He grabbed the wallet and car keys on the entrance cabinet, shook his fist at Dean, and then gave Bai Haorui a middle finger. "You two are in the late stage of lazy cancer, and there is no way to save it. Especially you, Dean."
The footsteps gradually faded away and disappeared at the end of the forest path. In the porch, only Dean hummed the tune of "Long Time" and Bai Haorui rustled the sword. The blade of the mahogany sword was polished, shining coldly in the sun, and the lines of the spell seemed to contain fine golden light.
Ten minutes, neither long nor short, is enough time for the sun to move an inch, enough time for Dean to hum half a song, enough time for the wind in the forest to pass over the eaves three times.
The accident happened in an instant without warning.
The Five Emperor Coins that Bai Haorui was twisting with his fingertips suddenly started to spin crazily, and the sound of the coins colliding was sharp and harsh, like countless fine needles pricking the eardrums. A very faint smell of sulfur with a cold and decaying smell penetrated the nasal cavity. The smell was so familiar that it was nauseating - it was the smell of Hell, it was Yellow-Eyed Demon Azazel's unique smell is mixed with the burnt smell of burning souls.
Bai Haorui's expression suddenly changed. He suddenly reached out and held down Dean, who was still shaking his legs. "Stop humming, something is wrong."
Dean's laughter froze on his face, and he sniffed. The smell of sulfur became stronger and stronger with the wind, going straight into the cracks of people Bones, with a heart-stopping sense of oppression. The two of them faced each other. Taking a look, the relaxation in his eyes was instantly replaced by alertness, and he stood up almost at the same time - in the direction of Sam's door, the smell was too strong to be resolved, as if there was an invisible hand waving in their direction.
"Fuck!" Dean cursed, turned around and picked up the shotgun leaning against the corner. The barrel of the gun was already filled with silver bullets. Bai Haorui also grabbed the mahogany sword, and Five Emperor Coins on the sword's tassel was still buzzing. With a buzzing sound, he reached for the cloth bag on his waist with his other hand, which contained ink ink thread and glutinous rice bombs. The two of them rushed out the door one after the other. As soon as they turned the corner of the hut, seven or eight black shadows suddenly jumped out like they were emerging from the ground, bringing with them a gust of wind carrying the smell of sulfur.
They were human beings possessed by demons. Their pupils were turbid black, with no whites visible, and twisted smiles on their faces. They held daggers in their hands, and the blades glowed with dark green light, obviously stained with poison. The black shadows didn't talk nonsense. They roared and pounced on the daggers in their hands and stabbed their vital parts, moving as fast as ghosts.
"There's an ambush!" Dean roared, and the shotgun fired instantly. The silver bullet shot out of the air with a sharp whistling sound, accurately blasting through the shoulder of the demon at the front. Black blood splashed out, sizzling on the ground, and plumes of black smoke rising. But the demon seemed not to feel pain, and there was no blood even gushing out from the wound on his shoulder. He just roared and swung the dagger more fiercely.
Dean simply gave up the shotgun and pulled out the knife from his waist. The blade shone coldly in the sun. He turned sideways to avoid the piercing of a dagger, flipped his wrist, and the silver knife slashed up the demon's arm, bringing up a black blood. Then, he raised his leg and kicked the opponent's chest hard, He kicked the demon upside down and hit the tree trunk with a dull sound. Before the opponent could get up, Dean had already pounced on it, and the silver knife pierced the demon's chest. The moment the silver knife touched the demon, it made a "sizzling" burning sound, and the demon screamed and turned into a ball of black mist.
On the other side, Bai Haorui's movements were more agile than Dean's, with elegance and ruthlessness. With a flick of his wrist, the ink thread he had just wrapped around the mahogany sword seemed to come to life. The golden thread shot out of the air with a sharp "whoosh" sound, and accurately wrapped around the ankles of the first two demons. The two demons staggered. He fell to the ground, roared unwillingly, and tried to struggle to get up. Bai Haorui stepped forward, raised his left hand, and threw out a handful of glutinous rice bombs. The glutinous rice bombs hit the demon, instantly sizzling and smoking, like boiling water poured on the snow, causing them to scream in pain, and their skin eroded at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The peach wood sword stabbed out with a sharp sound that broke the wind. At a tricky angle, it avoided the dagger wielded by the demon and pointed directly at the forehead of a demon who was struggling to get up. The Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman engraved on the sword suddenly lit up with golden light, and the golden The light seemed to be alive, drilling into the demon's body along the tip of the sword. But in the blink of an eye, the demon's body began to burn, and the black flames spread from the center of the eyebrows to the whole body, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke, leaving not even ashes.
There were more and more black shadows, and there were more than a dozen of them. The smell of sulfur was so strong that it made people dizzy. The two stood back to back, forming a defensive circle, and the warmth of their backs was the only support for each other. Every swing of Dean's silver knife was fierce enough to tear the enemy apart, and the blade struck the devil's Bones There was a dull sound, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his eyes were as fierce as a wolf that was cornered. Bai Haorui's mahogany sword was like a golden lightning. The spells were thrown out one after another, and the golden light exploded one after another in the dusk. The ink lines sometimes entangled the demon's limbs, and sometimes cut off their daggers. The coordination was perfect.
Yellow Eyes obviously underestimated the tacit understanding of this pair of partners and also underestimated their fierceness.
A demon walked around Bai Haorui, taking advantage of the opportunity for him to throw out the spell. He made a mistake in his steps and stuck up to him like a shadow. The dagger in his hand stabbed towards his waist. Bai Haorui's ears moved and he heard the sound of the wind. He turned sideways suddenly, but he was still a step too slow. The dagger cut him. The coat pierced into the flesh of his waist, causing a heartbreaking pain. Bai Haorui groaned, staggered half a step forward, and his abdomen was immediately cut open by another demon who rushed up. The blood instantly soaked his black coat, and the warm blood flowed down his waist and dripped on the ground.
"Haorui!" Dean caught a glimpse of Bai Haorui, and his eyes turned red instantly. He roared and knocked away the two demons in front of him, and the silver knife danced like an airtight sword. The blade struck the demon's neck, directly cutting off the opponent's head. Black blood spurted into his face, but he didn't care. He threw the silver knife out with his backhand and accurately pierced the throat of the demon who attacked Bai Haorui.
Bai Haorui gritted his teeth, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He pushed the peach wood sword back with his backhand, and the tip of the sword accurately penetrated the throat of another demon that rushed towards him. Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman's golden light lit up again, and the evil demon Before the demon could even scream, it turned into a mass of black mist. He pulled off the ink string from his waist, pulled hard, wrapped the wrists of the last three demons, tied their arms together, then took out a handful of glutinous rice bombs and sprinkled them hard on their faces.
Dean rushed up, the silver knife flying, and each knife struck the demon's neck accurately. When the last demon fell to the ground, Dean's silver knife was embedded in the opponent's throat. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, and a bone-deep cut was cut on his arm at some point. Blood flowed down the arm and dripped on the silver knife, making a "sizzling" sound.
Bai Haorui was not idle either. He endured the severe pain in his waist and abdomen. He wrapped the ink thread around the limbs of the last demon and pulled hard to tie the demon tightly. He took a step forward and pierced the opponent's forehead with the peach wood sword. Golden light flashed and everything returned to calm.
The corpses of demon-possessed people were lying on the ground, and the smell of sulfur was so strong that it made people dizzy. Both of them were breathing heavily, covered in blood and dust, sweat dripping down their foreheads, and two ravines appeared on their bloody faces. Dean's arms were still bleeding, and the wounds on Bai Haorui's waist and abdomen were also in pain. Every time they moved, it felt like a knife was cutting the flesh.
Bai Haorui endured the severe pain and took out Five Emperor Coins and a folded map from his pocket. He sat cross-legged on the ground, spread out the map, placed the copper coins in the center of the map, and gently twisted it with his fingertips Move. After the copper coin spun around for a few times, the speed gradually slowed down, and finally pointed steadily to the northwest. There was a faint black air on the edge of the copper coin - that was the trace left by the space transmission, with the cold atmosphere of Hell.
"Sam was taken away by space teleportation." His voice was extremely hoarse and smelled of blood. Every word he spoke involved the wound on his abdomen. "Five Emperor Coins can only sense the general direction, in the northwest direction, and the range is about fifty miles. The specific location needs to be investigated, damn it."
Dean looked at the copper coin pointing northwest, then looked at his bleeding arm and Bai Haorui's pale face, and hit the tree trunk next to him with his fist, causing tree bark fragments to fly. His chest His mouth was heaving violently. During the bloody battle just now, he had only one thought in his mind: kill all these bastards and save Sam. But now, all the cannon fodder has been wiped out, but Sam has disappeared.
He gritted his teeth, took out his cell phone, and pressed the familiar number with trembling fingers. The phone rang three times and was picked up. Bobby's grumpy voice came. "Boy, I'm busy. You'd better have something important to do."
Dean's voice broke instantly, with a cry that he didn't even realize, and an uncontrollable fear. "Bobby... Sam was captured by Yellow Eyes. We were ambushed, Haorui and I were injured, Sam was teleported away, northwest, fifty miles away. We need help."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then Bobby's urgent voice came. "Stay where you are, I'll be there right away. Send me your coordinates."
After hanging up the phone, the two of them slumped on the ground, leaning against a tree trunk to catch their breath. Bai Haorui took out two Clear Heart Talismans, which he didn't need before, and put one on himself. The moment the charm was put on, a cool breath spread in his mind, relieving some of the pain. He handed another one to Dean: "Stop the bleeding first, Clear Heart Talisman stabilize your mind first."
Dean took the spell and put it on it. A cold touch came, and the pain seemed to be relieved a little. He looked at the sky in the northwest, with all the hatred and deep worry in his eyes.
At this moment, Sam, who was being dragged by an invisible force, was in a semi-awake and semi-fuzzy state of consciousness. The smell of sulfur choked him, as if a hand was strangling his throat, making it impossible for him to breathe. There was in his ears. Azazel's cold laughter, like a poisonous snake's letter, licked his eardrums. "Sam, we are finally going to have a good chat. Do you think you can escape? My blood is flowing on you, you are my chosen child..."
He struggled desperately, but his limbs were as heavy as lead, and he could only let the force pull him into the darkness. There was only one thought in his heart, echoing over and over again, with a desperate plea - Dean, Haorui, don't come... it's too dangerous here. Yellow Eyes's target is me, don't bring yourselves in for me.
Bobby arrived very quickly, driving his old pickup truck. The back of the truck was stuffed with demon hunting equipment, including silver bullets, charms, salt bags, holy water, and everything else. When he saw the injuries on Dean and Bai Haorui's bodies, as well as the corpses on the ground, his face instantly darkened, and he pulled out the first aid kit from the car with a curse and treated their wounds.
"Why are you so careless!" Bobby was wrapping a bandage on Dean's arm while glaring at him with such force that Dean grinned, "It's not like you don't know your situation clearly, yet you still want Sam to go shopping alone."
Dean was not in the mood to talk, and pointed to the map Bai Haorui placed on the ground. "Haorui's Five Emperor Coins calculated that Sam is in the northwest, within a fifty-mile range. The specific location depends on you."
Bobby's eyes fell on the map, and he frowned. He took out an iron box from the trunk of the car and opened it. It was full of organized information, and the dense folders were labeled. He pulled out a folder labeled "Special Children" and spread it on the ground. Inside was the list and information of children who had disappeared in recent months and had the same superpowers as Sam.
"Andy Gallagher, mind control ability, missing in Colorado Denver; Ava·Wilson, dream control ability, missing in Wyoming Casper; Lily·Carter, precognitive ability, missing in Montana Bozeman; Jake·Tali, superhuman strength, missing in Idaho Boise..." Bobby ran his fingers across the names on the list. Each time he read one, his brows furrowed more tightly. "These children all disappeared within three months. There were obvious signs of demons before they disappeared."
He took out another map with the missing location marked, stacked it with Bai Haorui's Wyoming map, and circled it with a pen. "Andy is missing Denver, Ava is missing Casper, Lily, missing Bozeman, Jake, missing Boise - you see, the intersection of these locations is northwest of Wyoming, within fifty miles."
Bobby paused, his finger landed on a small dot marked "Cold Oak" on the map, and said in a deep voice, "Here, Cold Oak, in 1862, United States Cavalry was here An entire Indian tribe of more than 3,000 people was massacred, including the old, weak, women and children. Their blood soaked the land, forming a special magnetic field that can amplify evil thoughts in human nature and trap supernatural creatures. Those who enter will either be swallowed up by resentment or become crazy."
Bai Haorui's eyes widened suddenly, and Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips vibrated again. "... No wonder the black air on the copper coins is so heavy. Yellow Eyes took these children there because he wanted to use the anchor's resentment to amplify their evil thoughts and make them kill each other!"
"That's right." Bobby nodded and took out a yellowed newspaper from the folder. The headline on it was "Cold Oak reported multiple deaths and the police determined it was a mass suicide." Ten years ago, a mass suicide occurred here. The deceased were all controlled by resentment and killed each other. Yellow Eyes chose this place because the resentment here could help him select the chess pieces he wanted as quickly as possible."
Dean stood up suddenly, his wound was painful, but he didn't care. His eyes were so firm that it seemed like there was a flame burning inside. "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go! Go to Cold Oak! Go over and save Sam!"
Bobby looked at his and Bai Haorui's injuries and frowned. "The state you two are in..."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Dean's voice was filled with unquestionable determination. He grabbed the silver knife leaning against the corner and stuck it at his waist. Then he picked up the shotgun and filled it with silver bullets. "Sam If you stay there for a second longer, you will be in more danger. I want to bring my brother back."
Bai Haorui also stood up and held the peach wood sword tightly - his face was still pale. "I'm fine, let's go on our way. The resentment of the death anchor point also has an effect on the devil, we can use this."
Bobby sighed, knowing that he could not defeat Dean. He knew Dean too well. For Sam, this kid would even risk his life. The three of them packed up their equipment and got into the pickup truck. The car was filled with the smell of disinfectant and blood. Dean looked at the wind that was rapidly retreating outside the window. Jing, all he could think about was Sam's face - Sam when he was a child, Sam who followed him and called "brother", Sam who quarreled with him when he grew up, Sam who smiled with crooked eyes, Sam who gritted his teeth and refused to cry when he was injured.
His hand clutched the handle of the silver knife so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He couldn't lose Sam, absolutely not. His father was gone, his mother was gone, Sam was his only relative in the world. If something happened to Sam, what was the point of his life?
At the same time, next to Cold Oak's abandoned wooden house, Sam slowly opened his eyes. He had a splitting headache, as if countless needles were pricking his temples, and his nose was filled with the smell of sulfur and rotten wood, as well as a faint smell of blood. He struggled to get up, and just as he sat up, he heard a familiar voice, with a strong fear. "You were also arrested?"
Sam looked up and saw Andy leaning against a tree trunk, smoking. The cigarette was shaking violently in his hand, and his face was as pale as paper. Andy. Andy's mind control ability is not weak, and he can control some people who are not determined. He has a kind nature and never uses his power to harm others.
"Andy?" Sam was stunned for a moment, and tried to stand up with support on his body, but found that his whole body was sore and weak, "Why are you here?"
Andy stubbed out the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground, crushed it with his foot, and gave a bitter smile, "Same as you, last night, I was drinking water at home, and there was a smell of sulfur in the cup, and then I was dragged here by a strange force. This... this place is so evil. I tried leaving, but it was useless. My abilities are here, as if they have been abolished."
Sam looked around and found that it was an abandoned town. The wooden houses were dilapidated, the glass on the windows was broken, and the streets were covered with weeds. When the wind blew, it made a "woo-woo" sound, like someone was crying. Besides him and Andy, there were three people standing not far away - a girl huddled in the corner with her arms folded, a man leaning against the wooden house with a wary look, and a woman with a forced smile on her face.
When the woman saw that Sam was awake, she came over and handed her a bottle of water with a gentle voice. "Don't be afraid Sam, we will go out. Ava, Ava·Wilson!"
"Ava! Are you there too? I've been looking for clues about you."
Sam took the water and said thank you, but his heart was heavy.
"My name is Sam·Winchester." Sam said his name to the girl huddled in the corner, "What about you?"
"Lily·Carter, can predict the future." Ava's eyes fell on Lily with a hint of contempt, "She has been crying since she came in, saying that she can predict that we will all die here."
Sam looked at Lily. She was a girl who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. She was wearing a pink dress and holding a stuffed toy in her arms. Her eyes were full of fear, like a frightened rabbit. Her superpower was precognition, but all she foresaw was death and disaster, which made her live in fear since she was a child. She was captured here, and fear had already swallowed her sanity. She just wanted to go home, just to return to her mother.
"And him, Jake Tully," Ava pointed to the man leaning against the wooden house. The man was tall, muscular, and his eyes were wary. "He has superhuman strength, and he has been alone since he came in."
The five people got together and tried to leave this ghost town. They walked towards the exit of the town. The weeds under their feet grew as high as half a person, and they made a "rustling" sound when they stepped on them. After walking about a hundred meters, the scene in front of them suddenly became distorted, like ripples on the water. When everything returned to normal, they were horrified to find that they were back where they were - the door of the abandoned wooden house.
"What the hell is this place!" Lily burst into tears, threw away the stuffed toys in his arms, squatted on the ground and howled, "I want to go home! I want to find my mother! I don't want to die here!"
Her cries echoed in the silent town, with deep despair. No one could comfort her, because everyone's heart was full of fear. Lily ignored everyone's obstruction, turned around and rushed into the woods. Her pink dress stood out in the green woods, like a fragile flower.