Not long after, a shrill scream pierced the silent air, followed by deathly silence.
The faces of the four people changed drastically and they immediately rushed into the woods. They saw Lily lying on the ground, her neck was broken, her eyes were wide open, full of fear, and there was a faint smell of sulfur. Her stuffed toys were torn into pieces and scattered on the ground.
Andy's face turned pale instantly. He staggered back a step, his stomach churned and he almost vomited. "It was the devil who did it...Yellow Eyes's men..."
Sam squatted down, his fingertips lightly touched the ground, and a biting chill penetrated his body along his fingertips. The resentment in this place was heavier than any haunted house he had ever seen, so heavy that it made people breathless. He could feel that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at them in the darkness, and those eyes were full of malice, the resentment of the dead Indians, and the murderous intention controlled by the devil.
He looked at Andy with firm eyes. "Only when we unite can we have a chance to go out. Yellow Eyes wants us to do something, but we can't do what he wants."
Andy looked into his eyes and nodded. His mind control ability was almost ineffective in this ghost town, and his resentment interfered with his mental power, making him unable to perform even the simplest controls. But he believed in Sam and the character of Sam.
Ava, standing behind the crowd, had an imperceptible smile on her lips, with a cold sarcasm in it. No one knew how she got through these five months. After the initial fear and despair, there was the pleasure brought by power. Her dream control ability, blessed by the resentment of the death anchor, became extremely powerful. She could weave the most terrifying dreams, so that those who tried to harm her would be scared to death in their dreams.
She thought of her fiancé, the man who kept saying he loved her, and the choice he made in the face of death - kindness is the most useless thing here, and only strength can protect yourself. In this ghost town, killing is the only law of survival. She looked at Sam and sneered in her heart: Sam is indeed so naive. In this ghost town, kindness is the original sin.
Jake clenched his fists, his nails dug into his palms, and blood oozed out. His superhuman strength was amplified several times in this ghost town, and he could punch through a big tree with one punch. But he didn't want to kill anyone, his wife was pregnant again, and was due to give birth in three months, and his eldest daughter was still babbling. Yellow Eyes caught him His family showed him a video. In the video, his wife and daughter were tied to chairs, and a demon with black eyes stood next to him. Yellow Eyes said that as long as he won this game, his family would be safe. He had no choice. For the sake of his family, he could only kill people and become Yellow Eyes's chess piece.
As the sun sets, the Cold Oak sky is dyed blood red. The abandoned wooden houses look like monsters with teeth and claws in the dusk, waiting for their prey to be caught. The resentment in the air is getting thicker and thicker, as if there is an invisible hand, stirring the evil thoughts in everyone's heart.
On the other side, Bobby's pickup truck was speeding on the dirt road leading to Cold Oak. The road was full of potholes and the pickup truck was bumpy. Dean's wounds were sore from the shock, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent. Suddenly, four black cars rushed out from the woods on the roadside and crossed in front of the pickup truck, making a screeching sound as their tires rubbed against the ground.
The car door opened, and a dozen demon-possessed people with black eyes rushed out, holding daggers and iron rods in their hands, with twisted smiles on their faces.
"Fuck! It's Yellow Eyes's bastard again!" Bobby cursed and stepped on the brakes. The pickup suddenly stopped, and the tires left two deep black marks on the ground.
The three of them got out of the car immediately. Bobby was in the best condition. He held up the shotgun and opened fire. The silver bullet flew out with a roar, accurately hitting a demon's head. Dean dragged his injured arm with a silver knife in his hand and a fierce look in his eyes - save Sam's determination burned in his chest, allowing him to burst out with quite strong fighting power. He dodged the sweep of an iron rod, and the silver knife slid upward along the iron rod, cutting off the opponent's wrist. Then he raised his leg and kicked the opponent's chest, knocking the demon to the ground, and the silver knife pierced the opponent's heart.
The wound on his arm split open, and the blood soaked the bandage. But he didn't flinch at all, and every cut was filled with anger, as if he wanted to vent all his fear and anger on these demons.
Bai Haorui relied on the Clear Heart Art breathing method he had recently practiced and the method of concentrating his mind to suppress the pain of the wound. He knew that he had to save his strength to prepare for Yellow Eyes's ultimate move. The peach wood sword flew around, and the ink lines sometimes entangled the demons' limbs, sometimes cut off their weapons, and the glutinous rice bullets were thrown out, making the demons miserable.
The three of them stood back to back and fought their way through the siege of demons. Bobby's shotgun fire suppression, Dean's silver knife melee harvesting, and Bai Haorui's magic field control assistance, all worked together flawlessly. Silver bullets whizzed, golden light flashed, and black mist rose one after another.
Ten minutes later, the last demon fell. The three of them gasped, and Dean's wound opened again. Blood flowed down his arm and dripped on the ground. But he ignored it and wiped the blood on his face, his eyes still firm. "Take a shortcut! Walk over! Sam won't last long!"
Bobby and Bai Haorui looked at each other and nodded. The three of them got into the nearby woods and ran in the direction of Cold Oak. The sun shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves, shining on them like golden scars.
In Cold Oak's abandoned wooden house, a burst of dazzling yellow light suddenly lit up. Azazel's figure slowly emerged. He was wearing a black suit, Yellow Eyes's eyes were dimly lit The wooden house was particularly dazzling, like two will-o'-the-wisps. He clapped his hands and smiled cruelly like a theater audience, "Welcome to my playground, children. The rules are simple - survive to the end, and you can become my general and lead my demon army."
Everyone's faces instantly turned pale, and Andy and Jake's bodies were trembling. Only Ava suddenly burst out laughing, and the laughter contained excitement that had been suppressed for a long time.
The tenderness on her face disappeared without a trace, and her eyes were as cold as knives. "I have finally waited for this day."
Sam's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at Ava in disbelief, his voice trembling. "You knew this a long time ago?"
Ava shrugged and spoke in an understatement, as if he was talking about a trivial matter. "I came here five months ago. After the initial fear, I discovered that the resentment here can make my abilities stronger. I can control other people's dreams, make them suffer in their dreams, and let them kill each other. This feeling, this feeling of controlling other people's lives and deaths at will, is really great."
Azazel smiled with satisfaction and waved his hand. A picture suddenly flashed in front of Sam's eyes - himself in the cradle, Azazel's hand dripping with blood, Mary's screams, the raging fire, and the black shadows he saw when he was sick as a child. Those images were like knives, piercing Sam's heart, making him tremble all over.
"Where do you think your superpowers come from?" Azazel's voice was bewitching, like the whisper of a poisonous snake, "It's me, I gave you this power. You are born to be a leader, Sam. Cooperate with me, you will have supreme power, and you will become the master of this world."
Sam gritted his teeth, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were firm, like a spark in the darkness. "I will not be your puppet! You killed my mother and destroyed my home. I will always be against you in my life!"
He roared and rushed towards Azazel, clenching his fists and filled with hatred. But as soon as he rushed out, he was bounced away by an invisible force and hit the wall hard, making a dull sound.
Azazel sneered and ignored him, and his figure slowly disappeared into the yellow light. His voice echoed in the wooden house, with cold cruelty. "The game has begun."
As soon as he left, Ava fell out. She walked to the window sill and raised her hand to wipe off the salt on the windowsill - that was the demonic barrier Andy had planted last night, which could prevent demons from entering. She whistled, and two black figures came out of the woods with black eyes. They were Yellow Eyes's men.
Andy didn't even react, and was thrown to the ground by the two demons. He looked at Ava's cold smile, his eyes were full of disbelief, and he asked, "Why..."
Ava ignored him and just watched coldly as Andy was torn apart by the demon without any expression on his face.
Sam looked at Andy's body, and then looked at the smile on Ava's face, and his heart felt cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He picked up a wooden stick on the ground and pointed it at Ava, with deep disappointment and anger in his voice. "Why did you do this? Andy is innocent!"
Ava laughed, unscrupulously, as if he had heard some joke, "Innocent? In this hellish place, innocence is the original sin. Sam, you are too naive. Do you think you can get out by uniting? Stop dreaming. Only by killing everyone, only by becoming the strongest one, can you survive. Don't you think it's a great feeling to control the life and death of others at will?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the two demons rushed towards Sam, with black flames on their claws.
At this moment, Jake suddenly rushed out, his muscles surged, and he punched one of the demons away. The demon hit the wall and made a muffled sound. Jake looked at Sam with complicated eyes, as if something was struggling. "I don't want to kill, but I don't want to die either. My wife and children are still in the hands of Yellow Eyes."
Sam nodded, gripped the stick tightly, and said with firm eyes, "Let's fight out together. When we get out, we will save your family together. Yellow Eyes is lying to you, he will not let anyone go."
The two of them joined forces. Sam relied on the hunter's fighting skills to dodge the demon's attacks with his nimbleness. The wooden stick hit the demon's head from time to time. Jake was so powerful that he could punch through the demon's body with one punch, and black blood spattered all over him. They worked together very well.
The wooden stick hit the demon's head, making a dull sound; the fist hit the demon's chest, causing the opponent to fly backwards. It didn't take long for the two demons to be solved and turned into two masses of black mist.
Ava still wanted to resist. She closed her eyes and tried to weave a dream and control Sam and Jake. But Sam was already on guard, and he took out a Bobby gave him Clear Heart Talisman and stuck it on his forehead, and the power of the dream was instantly dissipated. Jake rushed forward and punched Ava in the stomach, knocking her away.
Sam pierced the wooden stick into her heart without hesitation.
Ava fell to the ground, looking at Sam, with a smile on his lips, and a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if he remembered something. "I... I have also thought about... using my ability to help others..."
Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a wisp of black smoke. No one knew that before she died, she thought of her mother. Her mother was a nurse and taught her since she was a child to be kind and to help others. But being kind made her suffer a lot.
Outside the wooden house, only Sam and Jake were left. The two looked at each other, and the air was filled with tension. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, stretching their shadows very long.
Azazel's voice suddenly sounded in Jake's mind, cold and cruel, with an unquestionable threat. "Your wife and children are safe now. But if you lose, they will become a pile of meat. I will let you watch with your own eyes, they will be torn apart by my men."
Jake was shaking all over, tears fell down, and fell to the ground, leaving a small water stain. He looked at Sam, his eyes full of guilt and despair. "I'm sorry, Sam. I have no choice. I don't dare to gamble, I can't afford to gamble with my family's life."
Sam's heart skipped a beat, and he tried to persuade Jake with an urgent voice, "Yellow Eyes is lying to you! He won't let your family go! Let's fight against him together, and we will definitely win! Let's save your family together!"
Jake shook his head, tears falling more and more, his fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. "I don't dare to bet! I don't dare!"
He punched Sam with a powerful punch, with a sharp sound that broke through the air.
Jake's superhuman strength had an absolute advantage. Sam was beaten back and forth. He received several punches on his body. The corners of his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his ribs hurt as if they were broken. But he never killed him. He just dodged and defended, trying to wake up Jake's sanity. He looked at Jake and shouted loudly, "Don't be manipulated by him! Your family will not want you to become a murderer! You are a good person, Jake! You are not a pawn of Yellow Eyes!"
Jake paused for a moment, there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, and the force of his fist was also a little weaker. He thought of his wife, her gentle smile, his daughter, and the way she was babbling. He didn't want to kill anyone, and he didn't want to become the person he hated the most.
Sam seized this opportunity, ducked sideways to avoid his fist, and then hit him hard on the back of the neck with a wooden stick.
Jake groaned, fainted, and fell to the ground.
Sam put down the wooden stick, squatted next to Jake, patted his face gently, and said in a gentle voice, "Wake up, Jake. We can go out together. We can save your family together."
Jake slowly opened his eyes, and the hesitation in his eyes disappeared, replaced by determination. He thought of Azazel's threat, and his wife and children. He pretended to put down the iron rod in his hand, and when Sam wasn't paying attention, he suddenly got violent, picked up a Bowie knife on the ground, and stabbed Sam hard in the back.
The sharp pain of the blade piercing his body was felt, like a fire burning. Sam froze suddenly, blood flowed down the blade, stained his clothes red, and dripped to the ground, making a "tick-tock" sound.
At this moment, a rush of footsteps came, carrying a familiar aura.
"Sam!" Dean's voice was heartbreaking, as if he was shouting to break his throat.
Sam heard Dean's cry, and he turned his head with difficulty and looked at the three people running towards him. Dean's face was full of fear and despair, Bobby's face was as dark as lead, Bai Haorui's eyes were full of anxiety. A weak smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was relieved and apologetic. "Dean...Haorui...Bobby... I..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a violent cough, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
Bobby, with quick eyes and quick hands, raised the shotgun, and the silver bullet flew out, accurately hitting Jake's leg.
Jake screamed and fell to the ground, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground, making a "clang" sound. He looked at Sam, his eyes full of guilt, and he repeatedly murmured, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
Dean rushed over like crazy, caught the fallen Sam, and held him in his arms. His hands were trembling, stroking Sam's face, and his voice was hoarse, as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper. "Sam! Sam! Don't sleep! Open your eyes! Look at me! Don't sleep!"
Bai Haorui also rushed over. He took out the Life-Extending Talisman that he had grasped all the way, and with trembling fingers, he put the charm on Sam's wound. The moment the charm was applied, a faint red light emitted, trying to suppress the black air of the wound. But as soon as the red light lit up, it was swallowed up by the strong smell of sulfur and resentment around it, like the flame of a candle, blown out by a gust of wind.
Bai Haorui gritted his teeth, took out the mahogany sword, cut his finger, and dripped the blood on the talisman paper. The red light shone for a moment, a little brighter than before, illuminating Sam's pale face. But soon, it dimmed again.
The power of Azazel is too strong, and the resentment of the death anchor is too heavy. His Life-Extending Talisman has failed.
Sam was lying in the arms of Dean, his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, and his vision began to become blurred. He looked at Dean's face, his lips moved, and he wanted to say sorry, that he tried his best, that he didn't want to become the devil's puppet, and that he loved his brother. But he didn't say anything. Finally, he closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
Dean hugged Sam's cold body, trembling all over, as if all his strength had been taken away. He looked down at Sam's pale face, tears fell down, and hit Sam's face, causing a small water stain to appear.. He looked up at Jake who fell on the ground, then looked at the bloody sky, and let out a desperate roar. The voice was full of pain and hatred, and resounded throughout Cold Oak: "Azazel! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to crush you to ashes!"
Bobby looked at Dean's collapse, sighed, and patted him on the shoulder. He felt mixed emotions, mostly self-blame - if he could have found out Cold Oak earlier's clues, if he could have arrived earlier, would everything have been different? Would Sam not have died? He had seen too many hunters' tragedies, but he never thought that Winchester Brothers would reach this point.
The setting sun of Cold Oak dyed the whole sky red, like a burning sea of fire. Dean held Sam's body and refused to let go for a long time, as if holding the whole world. Bobby and Bai Haorui stood behind him, silent.
In the distance, Azazel's laughter came with the wind, cold and cruel, as if celebrating a victory. "The game has just begun..."