Nebraska In a motel in a border town, the mottled paint on the walls hides stains over the years, and the outdoor air conditioner hums.
Bai Haorui is sitting cross-legged on the bed by the window, with his back straight, his hands in a mudra in front of his abdomen, palms facing up, soles of feet facing the sky, the Baihui point on the top of his head is slightly hot - the five hearts are facing the sky, every detail is in line with the requirements of "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art". The noon sun outside the window is dazzling, shining on him through the glass, outlining a faint layer of The golden light, the remaining golden light between the eyebrows, was the only fire for him to practice this skill. He closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a shallow shadow under his eyelids. The mantra slowly spilled out from his lips and teeth, speaking at a steady pace, each word carrying the vibration of True Qi: "Heaven and earth are pure sun, True Fire brilliant; the three altars command, cleanse the ominous."
Every time I recite it, there is a slight burning sensation deep in the Dantian, and the light golden True Fire seeds the size of rice grains beat violently, as if they are alive, pulling the positive yang energy from the outside to slowly pour in along the meridians. When True Qi passes through the damaged meridians, sharp burning pain explodes instantly, as if there are countless burning roots. The red thin needle was repeatedly punctured and stirred, spreading from the meridian node under the collarbone to the side of the waist, causing the veins on his forehead to twitch. This was a sequelae of praying to the gods, and it was also a necessary training for practice. The core essence of "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" is "tempering the body with fire". Only by flushing the meridians and the physical body with righteous yang energy can impurities be refined and the foundation strengthened.
He bit the towel in his mouth tightly, his teeth almost chewing the cotton fiber into pieces. The sweat slid down his forehead, soaked his temples, and dripped down his jawline on his clothes. The clothes on his back were already soaked with cold sweat, and they were unbearably sticky against his skin. When the pain was unbearable, he silently said to himself, "Becoming stronger is the only way out."
A hint of warmth suddenly appeared on his fingertips. He concentrated and calmed down and slowly pushed the True Fire energy in his Dantian along the Shaoyang Triple Burner Meridian of his hand, through the Quchi point on the elbow, through the Yangxi point on the wrist, and finally gathered at the tip of his index finger - a faint golden flame appeared, about half an inch long. Long, beating with soft light. This is "Fingertip Fire Gathering Technique", which is the basic ability unlocked by [True Fire Foundation Establishment Realm]'s first level "Initial Ignition of the Fire Seed·Seed Refining and Spirit Awakening". It seems weak, but it is the result of half a month of hard work that he mastered.
During a break in practice, he took out a string of Five Emperor Coins from his backpack and slowly injected True Qi into his fingertips. The three copper coins immediately trembled slightly in his palm. He held the string of money and walked to the door., gently pushed open a crack in the door, and Spiritual Sense spread out along with True Qi. When sensing the vitality of wild dogs in the alley outside the hotel, the copper coins only swayed up and down slightly, with a steady frequency.; And when his mind swept across the shadow of the corner, the copper coins suddenly started to spin violently, with a faint black air coming out of the edge, and even a slight buzzing - there was a weak wandering soul hidden there, suppressed by the positive energy and curled up in the corner. He doesn't even have the strength to move. This is the "Spiritual Sense Detection Technique" that comes with the technique. Now he can clearly distinguish between good and evil scents based on it. This is undoubtedly an important life-saving aid in the crisis-ridden demon hunting operation.
But the anxiety in his heart did not ease at all. According to the records of the skill, [True Fire Foundation Establishment Realm] needs to condense three True Fire seeds to enter the third level of "True Fire Foundation Building·Elixir Stability", forming a True Fire Pill the size of a dove egg. Only then can the Dantian self-solidification and True Fire be truly achieved. Not leaking. But now he only has one, and it is not yet stable. If he is not careful, he may collapse. He wishes he could practice hard day and night, spending all his time on training, but he also knows the iron law of "True Fire avoid impatience" - this method avoids quick success and instant benefit, and indiscriminate killing. Forcibly speeding up will only cause True Fire backlash, which can burn the meridians in the slightest, or destroy the soul in the worst case.
When he saw Dean stuffing the talisman into his backpack, he quietly took out two newly drawn talisman papers from his arms and put them gently in Dean's coat pocket. The talisman paper was drawn with cinnabar mixed with his own essence and blood. When drawing, True Fire needed to continuously burn the edges of the talisman paper to ensure that the righteous energy penetrated into the paper, forming an invisible barrier at critical moments to resist the attacks of low-level demons.
Dean's door was opened at noon almost every day. He squinted due to a hangover headache. He held the door frame with one hand and walked toward the bathroom in vain. When cold water was poured on his face, he barely woke up. Looking at the red bloodshot eyes and stubble in the mirror, he felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart. He spent the previous night in a bar again, holding a stranger in his arms. The woman was drunk until she was very drunk, listening to the deafening music, trying to numb herself with the noise and alcohol, but as soon as she closed her eyes, the scene of Hell would flood into her mind uncontrollably - the burning pain, the desperate roar, the devil's mocking face, and the four words "one-year agreement", like heavy shackles, making him unable to breathe.
He leaned on the door frame of the bathroom, watching Bai Haorui meditating, with his usual cynical smile on his lips, and a deliberately frivolous tone. "I'm almost a monk through practice. I meditate and chant sutras every day. Why don't you go to a bar with me and have a good time?" The girls here are much more interesting than you sitting around." He said, taking out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, and when he unscrewed the cap, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the dog tag on his chest. It was a relic of John, and the edges were already shiny.
He was joking and looking at a sunny look. He knew that he only had one year left to live. Every day that passed, he was one step closer to Hell. He did not dare to talk about this topic with Sam, let alone look at Bai Haorui's clear eyes that seemed to see through everything. He could only use alcohol and beauty to disguise himself, pretend not to care, and pretend to be able to face it calmly. Death. "It's better to feel good while you are still alive than to cry in mourning." He always told himself this, but every time he saw Sam lying on the table with his red eyes facing a pile of ancient books and information, his heart felt like being pricked by needles. It was so dense that even his breathing felt sluggish. He secretly vowed to kill more demons in the last year. Even if he died, he would die happily, preferably while hunting demons.
Sam had indeed stayed up all night. The ancient books and dense notes sent by Bobby were scattered on the table. The pages were full of symbols of the devil's contract, and excerpts of taboo spells such as voodoo and black magic were posted on the corners. Some pages were stained with coffee. He rubbed his sore eyes. When he stood up, he touched the wound on his fist - it was left when he vented against the sandbag this morning. The glove had worn the skin and the blood scab had condensed, but it still hurt slightly. He walked to the window and secretly looked at the golden flame on Bai Haorui's fingertips and the steady golden light flowing between his eyebrows. He was both curious and envious.
It was pure masculine power, clean and powerful, with no risk of losing control and no fear of being swallowed by darkness. It was completely different from the demon blood hidden in his body. Every time he felt the increasingly powerful power in his body, he would feel a panic - he was afraid that he would lose control and become like A monster like Yellow-Eyed Demon is afraid that one day he will hurt Dean and Bai Haorui. The contract between Dean was created because of him. He must find a way to break it, even if he has to pay any price, even if he has to use the power of those taboos.
When he turned to the words "Perfect Container" on Yellow-Eyed Demon's information at night, his fingers would tremble involuntarily, and his fingertips would slide across the words on the page, as if crossing an invisible abyss. He was both afraid of the increasingly powerful power in his body, but also longed to rely on this power to protect his brother. Seeing Dean drunkenly When he came back, he wanted to rush up and argue several times, trying to persuade him not to run away or to act like this, but every time he was stopped by the look Bai Haorui gave him - there was understanding, dissuasion, and the same worry in his eyes, which made him swallow the words that were on his lips again, turn them into a silent sigh, and bury himself in the ancient books again.
When the three of them were eating together, the silence was always broken by Dean's jokes. He told interesting stories about the encounters in the bar and the embarrassing moments when they struck up conversations. Sam lowered his head to pick up the rice, occasionally flipping through the information at hand, his eyes never leaving the record of the contract, and his chopsticks stirred unconsciously in the bowl; Bai Haorui silently put food into their bowls, quietly put the newly made amulet into Dean's coat pocket, and placed the painted Demon-Breaking Talisman next to Sam's information - it was attached with True Fire and was three times more powerful than an ordinary yellow amulet.
Occasionally there will be small troubles caused by wandering spirits in the town, and the three of them will work together to solve them in a tacit understanding. Dean holds the shotgun and walks lightly to the side of the wandering spirits, with his finger on the trigger, waiting for the best opportunity; Sam quickly analyzes the habits of the wandering spirits, finds out its weaknesses, and lowers his voice to remind the two, "It is afraid of light, attack its shadow!" "; Bai Haorui then used the True Fire talisman, gathered fire at his fingertips to ignite it, and said "Evil-Burning Incantation". The positive Yang fire generated by the burning talisman turned into a stream of golden flames, accurately hitting the wandering soul's body. The wandering soul let out a shrill scream, and its body twisted and dissipated in the flames, leaving only a faint burnt smell in the air.
Every time after solving the trouble, the three of them would return to their respective states. After eating, Dean walked to the bar with his coat, Sam continued to immerse himself in the information, and Bai Haorui returned to the window to meditate. The room fell into silence again, with only the hum of the air conditioner reverberating in the air.
The afternoon sun gradually slanted westward, shining through the window on the floor, forming a long spot of light. Bai Haorui adjusted his breathing and asked True Qi to follow the records of the exercise method and cycle along the twelve main meridians for three weeks, trying to make the True Fire seeds absorb more energy. Quantity. True Qi starts from the Dantian, flows through the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian, and then to the Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian. Each cycle is accompanied by burning pain in the meridians, but he has been able to better control the rhythm of the True Fire circulation to keep the pain within the tolerable range.
Just when True Qi was about to complete its third cycle and was about to return to his Dantian, the golden light in his eyebrows suddenly stung violently, as if a red-hot steel needle was stabbing into his eyebrows, causing his eyes to darken in pain. in Dantian True Fire seeds beat wildly, with an alarming frequency, as if encountering a very strong evil breath, causing a strong rejection reaction. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped, the originally hot air became bitingly cold, and a thin layer of white frost even condensed on the wall.
He opened his eyes suddenly, a golden flame flashed in his eyes, and he exclaimed, "Something is wrong, there is a devil's breath! This breath is purer and more powerful than the ordinary crossroad devil, I'm afraid it has a lot of background!"
Meanwhile, Illinois On the street at night at Oak Park, a strange black smoke appeared without warning. The black smoke seemed to be alive, hovering and swimming on the street, avoiding the light of the street lights, and finally stopped behind a man named Walter Rosen. The black smoke slowly rose, turning into a blurry human face, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and then suddenly penetrated into Walter Rosen's body.
Walter Rosen froze, and his body twitched violently. He grabbed the clothes on his chest with both hands, and a painful expression appeared on his face. After a few seconds, he stopped twitching and slowly raised his head. His eyes had turned pure black without a trace of white. They were originally gentle. His face was twisted into a ferocious look, and the corners of his mouth were grinned at an unnatural angle, revealing his white teeth. He turned his head and looked in the direction where the black smoke dissipated, with greed and jealousy shining in his eyes. He took steps and walked towards the department store - Demon of Envy has arrived.
Bobby's phone call came, and the ringtone broke the dead silence in the room. The sharp ringtone was particularly harsh in the silent air. "Lincoln City is in trouble," the old hunter's voice sounded solemn on the other end of the phone. With a trace of imperceptible anxiety, "Weird deaths occurred one after another. The three deceased died of dehydration and starvation in a room with sufficient food, and all the surrounding crops were withered. Cicadas gathered around the deceased's house like crazy. All signs pointed to the devil."
Sam immediately jumped up from the chair, grabbed the information on the table and stuffed it into his backpack. He moved so fast that he knocked over the coffee cup beside the table. The brown liquid spilled on the floor, leaving a stain. "We are leaving now," his voice was full of urgency and his eyes were full of determination. "We can't let more people die."
"What's the hurry?" Dean lazily leaned against the car door, holding a bottle of beer in his hand. The bottle cap had not yet been opened. The sun shone on his face, causing him to squint his eyes slightly. His tone was deliberately casual, trying to cover up his inner uneasiness, "Can't I just make myself more relaxed in the last year? Wouldn't it be good to have a beer and bask in the sun?"
"Easy? Dean, that's a demon!" Sam's voice suddenly rose, his eyes full of anxiety and anger, and his chest heaved violently, "Every extra minute you wait, there may be one more victim. You clearly know how cruel these demons are!"
The two were at war with each other, and the quarrel was about to break out. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. Bai Haorui stepped forward, patted Sam's shoulder lightly, then looked at Dean, with a calm tone. "Let's go and see the situation first, we can't just leave it alone. Maybe we can find the devil's weakness, even if it's useless for breaking the contract, It can also save some people from suffering." He also had an unspoken thought in his mind - it could just be used to test the effect of "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" in actual combat. Hunting and tempering can make the True Fire seeds grow faster. After all, this technique has two paths: "Independent hard training" and "hunting and tempering". Although the latter is risky, it can greatly shorten the advancement time.
Dean was silent for a few seconds, looked at Sam's red eyes, and glanced at Bai Haorui's firm eyes. Finally, he sighed, unscrewed the beer bottle and took a big sip. The cold liquid slid down his throat, but it could not quench his heart. "Okay, I've had enough of you two." He said, turned around and went out to get in the car. When he reached into his backpack, he touched a few warm amulets with residual warmth. He paused with his fingertips and quietly stuffed the amulets into his pocket. Near his heart, he could feel the faint warmth from the amulets.
The Impala car was speeding on the road, and the band's singing in the stereo covered the silence in the car. The roar of the engine, the sound of tires rubbing against the ground, and the rhythm of the music were intertwined to form a strange noise. A few hours later, the three of them arrived at the outskirts of Lincoln City and met Bobby who had been waiting there.
The victim's home was next to a barren farmland, and the door was ajar. A strong putrid smell overflowed from the crack of the door, mixed with the fishy smell of earth and some indescribable stench, which made people feel sick to their stomachs. Bobby took out the masks from the car and gave them to three people. "Be careful when you go in. The body has been there for three days, and the way it died is very strange."
Dean put on the mask, opened the door, and a stronger putrid smell hit his face. The scene in the living room was chilling: three corpses huddled on the sofa and the floor, with dry and black skin, tightly attached to the bones, as if they had been drained. All the water and nutrients were available, the eyes were sunken, the lips were chapped, and the white teeth were exposed. But the refrigerator in the room was full of food, and the cupboards were also piled with various cans and biscuits. They were in a room with plenty of food, but they died of dehydration and hunger, and their death was extremely miserable.
Bai Haorui took out the peach wood sword, condensed a trace of True Fire on his fingertips, and slowly guided True Fire to the sword body according to the "Fire Attachment Technique" in the technique. The peach wood sword itself has the power of Expelling Evil, and with the blessing of True Yang True Fire, the sword A faint golden light glowed around his body. He held the mahogany sword, cautiously approached one of the corpses, and gently touched the corpse's arm with the sword. The originally weak golden flame instantly turned into a deep black, beating extremely manically, making a subtle crackling sound, and even black smoke rose from the surface of the corpse, which was burned by True Fire and then dissipated in the air.
"This is 'Evil Discernment Technique'," he said solemnly, with a hint of solemnity in his voice. "The residual aura of ordinary demons will make True Fire red, and the aura on these corpses will make True Fire black, indicating that they are special demons that kill people by amplifying human weaknesses. There is no smell of sulfur, so they are not ordinary possessed demons. This evil original energy is purer and more dangerous."
"Special devil?" Sam frowned, quickly flipped through the notes in his hand, and ran his fingertips across the text on the page, "Is it really Seven Deadly Sins? Bobby, have you encountered this kind of situation before?"
"You are not the only one who is interested in these monsters." A cold voice suddenly came from the door, interrupting Sam's words.
Everyone turned around and saw a man and woman standing at the door. The man was wearing a black leather jacket with a badly worn T-shirt underneath, and a shotgun on his waist. The woman was carrying a black backpack and holding a silver dagger in her hand. Both of them had alert and hostile eyes - they were the demon-hunting couple Isaac and Tamara.
Isaac's eyes fell on Winchester Brothers, filled with anger for an instant. He took a step forward and pointed at Sam: "It was you who opened Hell's Gate and released these monsters! The three demon hunters I know all died in the chaos after Hell's Gate was turned on. They could have survived!"
"We didn't mean it," Sam explained hurriedly, taking a step forward and trying to get closer to the other party. "The situation was urgent, and we tried our best to stop it, and we are also trying our best to make up for it."
"Don't pretend to be a good person!" Isaac interrupted him, rushed forward and grabbed Sam's collar, with such force that he almost lifted Sam Come. His face was red with anger, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his eyes were filled with hatred. "To make amends? Can the dead come back to life? Can those innocent people killed by demons come back to life? Your compensation is worthless!"
Bobby quickly stepped forward, grabbed Isaac's arm with both hands, and pulled him away forcefully. "Now is not the time to hold people accountable. Our target is the demons, not each other. Only by killing these demons can we truly avenge the dead."
Isaac shook off Bobby's hand and snorted coldly, "We don't need troublemakers to help, we can handle this job ourselves. You'd better stay out of the way, otherwise don't blame us for being rude." He pulled Tamara and turned around to leave. Before leaving, he gave Winchester Brothers a hard look, the hostility in his eyes not diminishing at all.
Bai Haorui noticed that the knuckles of Isaac's right hand were white from exerting force, and his shoulders were slightly tense. He was obviously still angry about the dispute just now. This mentality of being dazzled by hatred and pride is undoubtedly fatal when hunting demons - he was too eager to seek revenge, but neglected his respect for demons.
He subconsciously looked out the window. In the foggy farmland, a vague red figure flashed past at an alarming speed. The figure stopped behind a tree not far away, its eyes seemed to be locked on Sam, and a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Bai Haorui between the eyebrows True Fire seeds were slightly restless. The figure's aura was neither pure evil nor human yang energy. It carried a complex and dangerous feeling, which made him feel inexplicably wary. He ran "Spiritual Sense Detection Technique" to try to capture more information, but only felt a fleeting fluctuation, as if the other party had deliberately hidden his aura.
While the investigation was leading to no clue, an alarm sound came from the department store in the town, and the sharp siren broke the tranquility of the town. When a few people arrived, a yellow cordon had been set up in the parking lot, and several police officers were maintaining order. A white car was parked in the center of the cordon, with the windshield shattered into a spider web shape, with dark red blood stains remaining on it. The surrounding area was surrounded by crowds of onlookers, who were talking one after another, with horror and disbelief on everyone's faces.
"It's so crazy." A lady in a blue dress turned pale and tightly grasped the arm of the man next to her. "The girl looked normal, but she was staring at the other girl's high heels, and then she suddenly went crazy. She held on to the green high heels, and after being rejected, she hit her against the car, and her head was smashed again and again. It was terrible."