Wyoming State Prison, Kubrick propped his elbows on the mottled metal table. "Gordon, I think you are really wrong. Wyoming That time, Sam and Dean almost died in the ruins of Hell's Gate. They tried their best to prevent the demons from pouring out. Sam is not the 'anti-Christ' you call him at all. He is just a hunter like us, or a hunter who accidentally made a mistake."
On the other side of the glass, Gordon was wearing a dusty prison uniform, with stains on his collar that could not be washed away, but his sitting posture was still upright. His sunken eye sockets were covered with blue and black, and there were flames in his eyes. When he heard Kubrick's words, he suddenly laughed lowly and hoarsely, "Wrong? Kubrick, you still have So naive. Do you think he saves people out of kindness? The blood of Yellow-Eyed Demon flows in that kid's veins, and he is the chosen vessel! Those so-called 'good deeds' are just nourishing the devil in his body. When he fully awakens, the world will become a human Purgatory--then you won't be able to find a place to cry."
He leaned forward suddenly, his forehead almost touching the glass, and his voice was low but inflammatory. "God guided you to find me, not for you to question, but for you to carry out justice. Kill him before he completely loses control, otherwise all of us, including those innocent people you want to protect, will do Hell."
Kubrick's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. He remembered the tragic scene of the demonic massacre that he witnessed three years ago, the burned houses, the faces of the dead children, and the screams of the hunter companions before they died. Scenes flashed through his mind. Gordon The doomsday scene depicted wrapped around his heart like a vine. Zirthy, the initial hesitation gradually collapsed under the intertwining of fear and "sense of mission". He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the wavering in his eyes had been replaced by determination. "I know. I will kill Sam, and I will find a way to get you out, and together we will complete God's mission."
The sound of footsteps was heard in the distance, and the clang of iron locks broke the eerie silence. The two immediately silenced their voices, and Gordon watched Kubrick clenching his fists and turning away. There was firmness in his back, like a sharp blade about to be unsheathed.
At the same time, in Black Rock's suburban hotel, the small room was already filled with the smell of gunpowder. Dean slapped his palm on the table, and the tabletop groaned, and the beer cans on the table shook. He pointed Sam, anger almost bursting out of his pupils. "You actually want to cooperate with Ruby? That's a devil! Sam, I only have one year left to live, can't you let me relax!"
Sam also had red eyes, and the knuckles of his clenched fists turned white. His voice was full of grievances, with a hint of unnoticeable choking. "What choice do I have? Dean, we have been looking for three months, but there is no clue about the contract! What do you want me to do? Just watch you die, sorry! I can't do it!"
"If you can't do it, don't go to the devil for help!" Dean's voice rose, "You know how I signed the contract!"
Bai Haorui is sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. Five bronze-colored Five Emperor Coins are suspended three inches from his fingertips, gently colliding with True Qi., making a crisp tinkling sound, but it could not suppress the tension in the room. He had just entered the stable period of the second stage of "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art", "Hundred Meridians Channeling Fire", and was currently relying on the copper Qian polishes the subtle control power of True Qi - the True Fire in the Dantian is as big as a grain of rice and travels slowly along the twelve meridians. When it passes through the acupuncture points, it feels slightly hot. The golden light alternated between light and dark, like a beating little sun. Realizing that the brothers were about to take action, he had to stop the exercise, and the Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips clicked into his palm. "Stop arguing."
His tone was calm and helpless, "It is true that Ruby's words cannot be fully believed, but now we have no other clues. I just used Heart-Clearing Mantra to probe, and Sam's mind has not been bewitched by the devil."
Dean immediately turned his head and glared at him. "Are you helping him too? Bai, those are demons! They can turn black into white and dead into alive. Sam is now blinded by lard!"
"It's better than you sitting back and waiting for death." Bai Haorui spread his hands and took out a yellow talisman from the canvas bag. There was a faint golden light on the edge of the talisman. It was drawn by mixing his own essence and blood with cinnabar, "I'm not helping anyone, I only tell the truth. I really want to confront Ruby, we have no chance of winning - my True Fire can burn evil spirits, you hold the dagger inside, and Sam's telekinesis can interfere with low-level demons. If the three of us join forces, we may not lose." He actually had no idea - Ruby was a high-level demon, and his True Fire Art had just started, so the chance of winning in a real fight was less than 30%. But seeing the two brothers at war with each other, he could only stabilize the situation first, "Now The most important thing is to break the contract, not internal strife. If you continue to argue, what else will it do besides wasting time? Is it possible that if we are arguing here, Hell will fart Dean?"
Sam looked at Dean's tense profile and softened his tone. "Brother, I know you are worried about me, but we can't give up any hope. I promise you, I will not be exposed Billy. I just want to find a way to break the contract."
Dean took a deep breath, wiped his face vigorously, rolled his Adam's apple, and softened his tone a little. "I'm afraid that you will be deceived by the devil... Okay, just know it yourself."
"Deal." Sam rolled his eyes, "But if you stop me from finding clues again, I will donate all the CDs in your collection to you."
"How dare you!" Dean's eyes widened, and just as he was about to have a seizure, the old flip phone John left behind suddenly rang a harsh ringtone.
Dean grabbed the phone, and the voice of Fuss came from the receiver. "Dean! John was stolen from Black Rock's storage room! The protective magic circle was all smashed, the silver bullets, holy water, and demon-killing daggers were all gone, as well as the curse box wrapped in runes - the one with the hare's foot!"
Dean's face twisted, and he grabbed his coat after hanging up the phone. "Damn it! The things in that box are all evil goods, and the gypsy curse on the hare's foot belt can kill people! And the tatters of our childhood, John actually still has them... We must not fall into the hands of outsiders, otherwise we don't know how many lives will be caused!"
"The rags from your childhood?" Bai Haorui raised his eyebrows, while carrying the peach wood sword, he put Five Emperor Coins into the cloth bag on his waist, "For example, the blanket that you wet the bed when you were three years old? Or the toy car that Sam bitten when you were five years old?"
"Shut up!" Dean glared at him, "Dude, he was a genius and never wet the bed when he was young. Do you understand?"
"Oh, okay, let's go see the precious bedwetting memories." Bai Haorui suppressed a smile, "Quickly, hurry up and rush over now. I hope those thieves haven't opened the curse box yet."
The three of them hurriedly went downstairs and got into the Black Antelope. Then the engine roared, the tires rubbed against the ground and raised dust, and they sped towards the deserted woods on the outskirts of Black Rock. On the way, Sam looked at the passing tree shadows outside the window, feeling rather irritable - he had already heard the curse of the hare's foot, and Dean's time There are not many left, these various accidents waste too much time. Dean was driving, while muttering, "Damn it, John, how did you hide that thing in Black Rock? The security there is worse than the money in my wallet, it will be stolen sooner or later..."
The rusty iron door of the storage room was ajar, and when it was pushed open, it made a harsh "squeaking" sound, like the cry of a dying person. The ground was in a mess: the weapon box was overturned, silver bullets were scattered among the dead leaves, reflecting the faint light; holy water was sprinkled on the ground; and the protective runes on the wall were torn.
Bai Haorui squatted down and lightly touched the black energy on the rune with his fingertips. He immediately retracted his hand and a faint golden light appeared on his fingertips - that was the protection formed by his Dantian True Fire on the surface of his body. "It was destroyed by brute force, and there is no other aura left."
Sam bent down to pick up a worn-out baseball. The leather was cracked and there were still teeth marks from his childhood on it. He bought it when Kansas was eight years old. He rubbed the baseball watch. The lines on the face, with a hint of imperceptible warmth in the tone, were quickly replaced by worry. "John actually still has this. What is the curse of the hare's foot? Dean?"
"The person who gets it will have good luck at first, and it can be said that everything goes smoothly. In the later stage, your luck will be as bad as your luck in the early stage, and your death will be as bizarre as it is." Dean was looking at the photos scattered on the ground at the door and casually replied.
"How bizarre is it?" Bai Haorui asked curiously.
"For example, some people tripped over ants while walking and hit their heads on the curb and died; others choked on drinking water and suffocated to death." Dean stared at the empty space in the corner, where the curse box used to be, but now only a faint black mark is left. "John put up three layers of protection back then, just for fear of something happening to this thing. Now that the magic circle has been broken and the hare's foot has been lost, Black Rock will definitely die - I hope it won't be an ugly death, otherwise it will be troublesome for us to clean up the mess."
"The monitoring should not have been damaged, go and have a look." Sam said, quickly walking towards the monitoring room in the corner of the storage room.
On the old surveillance screen, the picture was blurry but the outline could be clearly seen: two men broke into the storage room, one tall and thin, the other short and fat. The tall and thin man was wearing ripped jeans, while the short and fat man had greasy curly hair. The tall and thin man The one who triggered the hidden trap set by John was shot in the shoulder. He grinned in pain, but still staggered and picked up the curse box. The two of them stumbled out and ran out in a panic. "It's Wayne and Grossman." Dean recognized them at a glance. "Two years ago in South Dakota, they stole hunters' weapons and sold them to demon believers. They were taught a lesson by Bobby. Unexpectedly, they didn't learn a long lesson - these two idiots, they steal cursed items, they don't want to live long."
Sam nodded in agreement. "Bobby said that the two of them have unclean hands and dirty brains, and they don't even know they are being used as weapons by demons."
Dean clenched his fists with cold eyes. "Damn guys, I have to skin them!"
In a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, the house has turned into a garbage dump. Beer cans and pizza boxes are piled all over the floor, and some are dripping with turbid liquid. The air is filled with a disgusting mixed smell of alcohol, sweat and rotten food., flies were buzzing around the room. Wayne was sitting on a worn-out sofa, and the sofa cushions were stained and sticky. His shoulders were wrapped in dirty bandages with blood stains, but his face was full of pride, and his hands Holding up a hare's foot with dull fur and a subtle black air, he showed off in front of Grossman: "Look at this treasure! I was shot and I met an army doctor for free on the road, and he stitched it up for free." He even gave me painkillers for my wound! I just won eight games in a row at cards, defeating those bastards next door. I had more than 500 yuan in cash in my pocket! I went downstairs to buy cigarettes and picked up 50 yuan, and even the Coke I bought got the 'another bottle' prize."
Grossman swallowed, his eyes were full of greed, and he stretched out his greasy hand to touch it. "Is it really so effective? Give it a try? Just for a moment, I want to see if I can win a lottery prize."
"Go away, this is mine!" Wayne opened his hand with such force that Grossman staggered, "If you want good luck, go find it yourself, don't try to trick me! When I have a few more days of good luck, I will go to Las Vegas and win millions. By then, I will be popular, drink and play big, and I will no longer have to do this kind of sneaky business!"
Just as he was about to continue imagining, the door to the apartment was kicked open with a "clang", sawdust flew, and the door panel hit the wall hard. Dean rushed in with a gun raised. "Hand over the things! You two stupid idiots dare to steal the hunter's things. You are tired of living, aren't you?"
Wayne shivered with fright, and the hare's foot in his hand fell to the ground with a "clack" and landed in a puddle of beer stains. Sam had quick eyes and quick hands, so he bent down to pick it up. Bai Haorui and Dean shouted at the same time, "Be careful of the curse!" But it was already too late. As soon as Sam's fingers touched the hare's foot, a faint golden light flashed from his fingertips - it was the amulet Bai Haorui had attached to his body before. It was activated instantly, forming a thin layer of protection, but it was instantly broken by something.
Wayne was secretly retreating and preparing to run away. As soon as he took two steps, his foot slipped and he stepped on a beer bottle on the ground. The glass bottle shattered instantly, and the sharp fragments scratched his ankle. He screamed in pain, lost his balance, and crashed directly into the barbecue grill next to him. The sharp barbecue fork on the shelf came towards him, "Pfft". The sound pierced the aorta in his neck, and blood spurted out, splashing on the wall and floor, forming strange blood splashes, and even splashed on Grossman's face. Wayne's eyes were wide open, and he lay on the ground with an expression of disbelief. After kicking his legs twice, there was no movement, and there were blood bubbles in his mouth.
Grossman was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground and trembled. His teeth chattered. The blood on his face made him look particularly embarrassed. "Don't kill me! I don't know anything! Someone hired us to steal it. The code name is Lugosi. They gave us ten thousand dollars! I am just an errand boy. I didn't touch anything. The hare's foot was always held by Wayne!"
Bai Haorui frowned and looked at the hare's foot in Sam's hand. Spiritual Sense could clearly feel the strange energy wrapped around it, like an invisible net, constantly absorbing the surrounding luck, while emitting a faint A faint cold breath. He stretched out his finger, and a weak True Fire probed towards the hare's foot. The moment True Fire came into contact with the black air, it made a "sizzling" sound. "This rabbit's leg is very weird, and the curse energy is stronger than I imagined." He retracted his finger, "The moment it took effect, the amulet was not completely blocked."
Dean rolled his eyes and immediately took out his cell phone to call Bobby, "Bobby, something happened to us! John's hare's foot was stolen by a thief. Now in the hands of Sam, a person has died. How can we break this curse?"
Bobby's signature curse came from the other end of the phone, and you could feel his irritability through the receiver. "Idiot! Do you think this is playing house? That rabbit's foot is an evil thing passed down from the Indians. Good luck can only last for a week. After a week or so If the hunter loses it along the way, he will be hit by bad luck and die! Three hunters have fallen on it before, one was hit by an out-of-control tractor, one was struck into char by lightning outdoors, and the other choked to death when eating - yes, he choked to death on an ordinary sandwich!"
Bai Haorui answered the phone with a serious tone, "Bobby, I can feel that the energy of the curse is conserved. The more good luck you get, the heavier the bad luck will be. Does the solution have to be based on the 'balanced cost'? For example, using a purification ritual to offset the energy of the curse, or finding the source of the curse and sealing it?"
Bobby was stunned for a moment, and said with a hint of approval in his tone, "You still have a clear mind! Yes, we need to conduct a purification ceremony, which requires the ashes from the hunter's cemetery - it must be a hunter with outstanding achievements during his lifetime. Only the ashes have the power to purify. There is also special Expelling Evil chili powder, which contains Mix garlic, salt, holy water and dried datura flowers. Make a fire in the cemetery at night and burn the hare's foot to completely crack it. I am now checking ancient books to confirm the steps. You should pay attention to that foot. Don't lose it, and don't let Sam use his good luck randomly - otherwise he may win a million dollars and be killed by a meteorite when he turns around!"
After hanging up the phone, Bai Haorui looked at the hare's foot in Sam's hand and thought to himself: The logic of this curse is exactly the same as the "hunting and tempering" that True Fire Art and I practiced. There are gains and losses, and there is no free power. He subconsciously touched the golden light between his eyebrows. It was slightly hot, as if to remind him: Don't be greedy for speed when practicing. Although hunting evil spirits and refining essence can speed up, the backlash of over-killing is comparable to a curse. It's still miserable. Don't lose your protective heart, otherwise it will be swallowed up by the power sooner or later. He sat down cross-legged again and ran "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art". The True Fire in the Dantian traveled along the meridians, and when passing through the Yangxi point on the wrist, he felt slightly There was a slight pause - when I was exploring the hare's foot just now, a trace of evil spirit invaded the meridians. At this moment, it was being slowly burned and refined by True Fire. There was a slight pain in the process, but it made True Qi purer.
Sam played with the hare's foot, feeling both happy and uneasy at the same time. "I hope Bobby can find a way to crack it soon. This thing is too hot to hold." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. When he took it out, he saw that it was a text message from the bank, reminding him that there was an extra five thousand dollars in his account - he didn't know who had transferred the wrong amount, and the other party hadn't noticed it yet.
"Wow, it seems that good luck has begun to work." Dean came over and took a look, extremely jealous, "Damn it, why didn't it be transferred to my account? Sam, you are so lucky now, do you want to buy a lottery ticket? If we win a million dollars, we can retire early and find a small island to retire, away from these bullshit demons and curses - I can even buy a yacht on the island and bask in the sun and drink beer every day."
"Then what?" Bai Haorui opened his eyes with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, "If you win the million-dollar jackpot, you will be killed by a meteorite or swept away by a tsunami? Do you think this deal is a good deal?" He took out three yellow talismans from his canvas bag and handed them to Sam, "This is the blood essence Safety Talisman. When attached to the body, it can slightly suppress the curse energy and reduce the risk of backlash caused by good luck. But don't expect it to completely block it. It's better to keep a low profile."
In the next two days, Sam's good luck was so outrageous that it made people jealous, and he was called the "walking goddess of luck." On the morning of the first day, he, Dean, and Bai Haorui went to a convenience store to buy soda, and the clerk gave it to them. As a gift, Sam scratched off the coating casually and actually won six thousand dollars in cash. The clerk's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Oh my God! This is the biggest prize in the store this year! The previous highest prize was only five hundred yuan! You are so lucky!" The surrounding customers gathered around him and looked at him with envy. Some took out their mobile phones to take pictures. Some even asked him if he could help buy a few scratch-off tickets to feel happy.
That afternoon, the three of them walked to a restaurant to eat. Sam went to throw away tissues and unexpectedly picked up an intact antique Rolex gold watch next to the trash can. The dial was dark gold and the strap was made of crocodile leather. Although it was a little worn, it was still bright. The Rome number on the dial The words were clearly visible, and the pointer was still turning slowly. The owner of the antique shop identified it as a limited edition from the 1950s, worth at least $50,000, and well-preserved, making it highly collectible. Dean stomped his feet with jealousy. "Why can't I pick up such a good thing? I walk with my head down every day, and what I pick up is either garbage or dog poop!"
At noon the next day, the three of them had dinner at Biggerson's Family Restaurant. Just after ordering, the host of the restaurant suddenly came to their table with a microphone and said with a smile, "Congratulations, sir! You have been selected as the 'lucky customer' of our restaurant and won free meal coupons for the whole year! In the next year, you can come here to eat three meals for free every day, with no limit on the amount and no limit on dishes!" The surrounding customers applauded, and some whistled. The host read out Sam's name on the spot, and asked him to stand on the stage and take a photo. The photo was quickly hung in a prominent position on the restaurant's official website, with the title reading "Lucky Star is Coming to Bigson!". Sam couldn't laugh or cry.
What's even more exaggerated is that when Sam went out to buy coffee, the clerk actually gave him three more cups because of his confession, and even exempted the first cup; when parking, a car happened to drive away, leaving the only parking space near the store entrance; even when walking, a lost stray cat took the initiative to run up to him, rubbed his trouser leg, and then took out a sparkling diamond ring from the grass - although it was not big, it was still worth thousands of dollars.
Dean was so jealous that he took Sam to a convenience store and bought 20 scratch tickets. He squatted on the ground and scratched one by one. While touching Sam's trouser legs, he muttered, "Good luck will come soon, good luck will come soon..." As a result, he actually won several small prizes, totaling more than 800 US dollars. He waved the winning lottery ticket and smiled from ear to ear, "Sam, you are my lucky charm now! Buy a few more tickets quickly and try to win a million grand prize. Let us brothers go to Las Vegas to play around. I want to kill everyone in the casino and win enough money to spend a lifetime!"
He felt vaguely uneasy, always feeling like a pair of eyes were staring at them. After practicing True Fire Art, his perception became more and more acute, especially to the energy fluctuations caused by negative emotions such as "greed". There were guests around who looked at Sam with obvious jealousy and greed, and some even secretly wrote down the appearance of Sam, which could easily cause unnecessary trouble.