Sam gasped, feeling that the mental power to control dreams still remained in his mind, and he was filled with shock: It turns out that my power can still be used in this way, and I can also control dreams.
Dean looked at the almost healed wound on Bai Haorui's shoulder and the lavender flame on his fingertips, feeling full of guilt and gratitude: This kid almost fell into a dream in order to save me. We can never let him take risks alone again. We are a team and we have to carry it together.
Bai Haorui felt the solid lavender True Fire in his body, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: The power of teamwork is far stronger than hunting alone. Protection is not a shackle, but the most powerful backing.
The four consciousnesses returned to their original positions at the same time, and Sam, Dean, Bai Haorui and Bobby opened their eyes almost at the same time.
Bobby sat up suddenly, gasping for air, with cold sweat on his forehead, and a trace of trance still in his eyes. It took a while before he came back to his senses completely. He raised his hand to wipe his face, looked at the three of them, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was hoarse but relaxed. "Thank you... Karen's matter has been held in my heart for too many years."
Dean immediately came over and patted Bobby on the shoulder. "Old Bobby, just stop talking and you'll be fine. You scared us to death."
Bai Haorui leaned on the back of the chair and moved his shoulders. The lavender True Fire gently flowed on the fingertips, and the last trace of pain from the wound disappeared completely. The fire film formed by refining the skin can not only defend, but also accelerate self-healing. This is the fourth level of new ability. He looked at Bobby and said with a smile, "Now that the knot in my heart has been resolved, I can sleep peacefully in the future and no longer need to be haunted by guilt."
Sam sat aside, rubbing his temples. Manipulating the dream just now consumed a lot of his mental energy. He looked up at the door and frowned. "Where is Bela? Didn't she say she was guarding the door? Why is there no one?"
He took out his mobile phone and dialed Bela, but a mechanical female voice came from the receiver. "The number you dialed has been turned off. Please call again later."
Bobby's face instantly darkened. He sat up straight and his eyes were sharp. "Think about it, what do you have on your body that is worth her troublesome help?"
Dean's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition came over him. He stood up suddenly, rushed to the safe in the corner of the room, entered the password, and opened the door - it was empty. The Colt gun, which could kill all demons, was gone!
"Damn Bela!" Dean punched the safe, his face turned livid, and he gritted his teeth, "Sure enough, she didn't want to repay the favor from the beginning, she just wanted to steal the gun while we were asleep!"
Bai Haorui leaned on the back of the chair, with no surprise on his face. He just shook his head gently: He is really a thief. He has known for a long time that she has no good intentions, but she still took advantage of her. It seems that if he meets her again in the future, he can no longer hold back.
Sam also frowned, feeling full of annoyance: It's all my fault. I was too busy with first aid Bobby just now and didn't pay attention to her, so she succeeded. If Colt gun is lost, another important weapon will be missing to fight against the devil in the future.
The atmosphere in the room was a bit heavy. Dean was angry, Sam was annoyed, and Bobby was solemn. Only Bai Haorui remained calm, and the lavender True Fire on his fingertips beat gently, soothing everyone's emotions.
Bobby was silent for a while, then spoke slowly, with some emotion in his voice. "Jeremy died. His obsession destroyed him, Dr. Gregg, and himself. He just wanted to have a dream, just wanted to get rid of the pain of dreamlessness, but because of his obsession, he embarked on the road of killing, and was ultimately destroyed by his own obsession."
Sam nodded and leaned back on the chair, with a bit of contemplation in his eyes. "Dreams allow people to see their truest selves, their own fears, their own guilt, and their own desires. It can relieve people, and it can also destroy people. The key is whether you have the courage to face yourself."
Dean looked at Sam, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke, with a bit of hoarseness in his voice, and a hint of vulnerability that was not easily noticed. "Hey, Sam, I... didn't want you to enter my dream before, not because I didn't trust you, but because I was afraid that you would see my cowardice."
He has always been the backbone of the family and the protective umbrella of Sam. He is used to being strong and taking on everything, and will never show his vulnerability in front of Sam. But this dream made him understand that he does not need to pretend to be strong all the time, because Sam and Haorui are all family members he can rely on.
Sam raised his head and looked at Dean. There was no disgust in his eyes, only understanding and determination. He reached out and patted Dean on the shoulder. "We are brothers. I understand your fear, your cowardice, and everything about you. Your pain is my pain, and your fear is my fear. We will face it together, and we will find a way to break the contract, for sure."
Dean looked at Sam's firm eyes, and the heaviness in his heart suddenly dissipated a lot. He nodded, his eyes were slightly red, but he did not shed tears.
At this moment, Bai Haorui raised his hand, and the lavender True Fire in the palm of his hand slowly rose. The warm light illuminated the entire room, dispersing the heaviness in the room. He looked at the two of them, with a warm smile on his lips, "I True Fire Art has advanced, from Foundation Establishment Core to Gang Condensation Pill, breaking through to the fourth level. From now on, my power will be stronger, I can block more dangers for you, and I can help you fight against more demons."
His voice was not loud, but he was extremely firm. "Whether it is the devil, Lilith, or the so-called fate, no matter how difficult it is to break Dean's contract, we will bear it together. We are a family, aren't we?"
Dean looked at the lavender True Fire in the palm of Bai Haorui, and then at Sam beside him, and his heart was suddenly filled with strength. He smiled and nodded, "Yes, we are a family, let's carry it together."
Bai Haorui looked at the two people in front of him, and felt warm in his heart. After experiencing the test of dreams, he became more determined in his belief: protection is not a burden, but the strongest strength. And these people in front of him are the bonds that he wants to protect with his life.
The night was getting darker and the motel room was quiet. Bobby had fallen into a deep sleep with a relieved smile on his face. He thought that this time, he would be able to sleep peacefully.
Sam leaned on the back of the chair and gradually fell asleep. There was still a trace of fatigue in his brows, but he was less anxious than before.
There was only Dean, leaning against the bed with his eyes closed, but still unable to fall asleep. The images from the dream flashed through his mind over and over again, including Dean's face in the dream, the sea of fire and screams in Hell, and those cold words. "You can't escape, you will eventually become a devil."
These words were like a thorn, piercing deeply into his heart and making him shiver all over. He opened his eyes suddenly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his heart was beating wildly, as if he had just walked out of Hell.
A warm hand gently placed on his shoulder, Dean turned his head and saw Bai Haorui sitting next to him, holding a glass of warm water in his hand, with a gentle look in his eyes.
"Are you having a nightmare?" Bai Haorui handed the warm water to Dean, a wisp of lavender True Fire condensed on his fingertips, and he gently touched Dean's eyebrows.
The warm True Fire poured into his body along his eyebrows, instantly dispelling the chill and fear in his body, and the anxiety in his heart gradually calmed down, like a warm current flowing through his limbs.
"Pure your heart and reduce the fire, don't be entangled by fear." Bai Haorui's voice was soft, like a breeze, "That's just your fear, not real. As long as you keep your heart, you will never become a devil. We will always be by your side and accompany you to fight against everything, including fate, including Hell."
Dean took the warm water and drank it in one gulp. The warm liquid slid down his throat and into his belly, gradually warming his body. He looked at the lavender flame on Bai Haorui's fingertips, and then at the sleeping Sam and Bobby. The fear in his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a firm force.
He nodded and said softly, "Thanks, Haorui."
Bai Haorui smiled and didn't say much, just sat next to him and stayed with him.
The night outside the window was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved. The moonlight poured in through the window, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground. Bai Haorui looked at the night outside the window,
The lavender True Fire danced gently on his fingertips, like a small star, emitting warm and firm light in the darkness.
The sunlight at six o'clock in the morning barely penetrated the dirty glass windows of the motel, casting mottled light and shadow on the floor. The knobs of the old radio were rusty, and Asia's "Heat of the Moment" was played on a loop. The magical brainwashing melody filled the small room, and the drum beats made the mottled skin on the wall seem to tremble slightly.
Dean twisted her waist and swayed her hips to the beat of the music, and kicked the toes of her black leather boots unceremoniously on Sam's bed frame. The sound of the metal heels hitting the wooden bed frame was harsh and annoying, causing the mattress to squeak.
He had a messy hair on his head, with a few stupid hairs stuck up at the ends. He had a cynical smile on his face, and he joked, "You lazy Sammy, the sun is shining on your butt! Don't pretend to be cold and paralyzed all day long. I saw you hiding in bed secretly playing this song last week. Why are you pretending that you don't like listening to it!"
Sam buried his head in the quilt, tightly wrapped in the quilt, his brows were tightly knitted into a tight knot, and the veins on his forehead jumped up, and he complained impatiently, "Dean, turn off that crappy music immediately! Your taste is terrible, it is simply auditory pollution!" He said His mind was not on play at all, and the clues he had just found were repeatedly swirling in his mind - Archeology professor Hasselback focused on the study of time and space rifts. He disappeared near the small town Mystery Spot half a month ago, and the last place he appeared was Dorothy's Diner in the town.
In the corner of the room, Bai Haorui sat cross-legged on the clean carpet, with his back as straight as a pine tree and motionless. A ray of Nezha's natal golden light shone slightly between his eyebrows, and the fine light was like stars dotting his skin. He gently twisted Five Emperor Coins with his fingertips. The copper coins collided and made a crisp sound. He had just finished " Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art"'s foundation building and nourishing. In the dantian, a Gang Condensation Pill with a purple body and a warm spiritual light was slowly rotating. True Qi, which had just broken through the fourth level, still had a jerky aura, like a naughty little snake. When it slowly swam along the meridians, it brought a slight burning sensation, which made him frown subconsciously.
Bai Haorui slowly opened his eyes, a trace of purple light flashed in the dark eyes, Five Emperor Coins was turned lightly on the fingertips, Divine Sense was like an invisible big net, sweeping every corner of the small town hotel, from the room where they lived. room, in the basement of a hotel. After a moment, he spoke softly, with clear doubts in his tone. "The aura of this place is strangely flat. There is no evil spirit at all, but it is empty, as if someone has forcibly taken away all the vitality. It is lifeless and lifeless."
He subconsciously operated the Gang Condensation Pill in his Dantian, wanting to test the control of True Qi, but as soon as he exerted force, there was a burning pain like a needle in his Dantian, as if a fire needle was pricking his meridians. He immediately withdrew his strength and suppressed the restless True Fire in his body., secretly warning in my heart: I have just broken through the fourth level Gang Condensation Pill, True Qi is too jerky to control, True Fire is impatient, and the more deliberate the control, the easier it is to lose control. Make sure to make progress while investigating the case today.
After packing up and briefly organizing their equipment, the three of them drove out of the hotel and drove along the quiet streets of the town, heading towards the key location found by Sam - Dorothy's Diner. The street outside the window The scenery was monotonous and dead, with few pedestrians. Even the wind blowing through the treetops had an unnatural stiffness, as if the entire town was frozen in a certain moment. After a while, the faded red wooden door sign came into view, and Dorothy's Diner arrived.
The three of them pushed the door open, and the copper wind chimes on the lintel jingled. The warm yellow light carried the aroma of freshly ground coffee, the sweet aroma of baked bread, and the faint smell of butter. It was the only corner in this dead town that smelled of human fireworks, but this smoke and smoke revealed a strange rigidity.
Everything in the restaurant has a strange sense of fixedness. Everyone's movements are as if they have been programmed, and they are exactly the same. Even the rhythm of breathing and the frequency of blinking are exactly the same. The proprietress Dorothy is a middle-aged woman with a round face and a slightly plump face. She has light freckles on her cheeks and wears a t-shirt stained with coffee and oil stains. Wearing a floral apron with frayed corners, her voice was bright and enthusiastic, she said the rule of "you must order before you can be seated". When she saw the three people entering, she immediately shouted, "You three guys, please place your order first before you take your seat! This restaurant does not accept customers who are free of charge!" She shuttled back and forth between the booths with a white porcelain coffee pot and a bottle of glass hot sauce in her right hand.
In the booth by the window, Carl sat silently, with her back straight and her eyes fixed on the silver wedding ring on her ring finger. The surface of the ring had been polished until it was shiny. Her fingertips rubbed the surface of the ring over and over again. His movements were mechanical and persistent, and his fingertips were all red and peeling. The black coffee in front of him had already cooled down, with fine droplets of water condensing on the wall of the cup. There was still a faint scent of cold coffee floating around the mouth of the cup, but he never took a sip, or even raised his eyelids.
At the door of the restaurant, Mr. Pickett was carrying a frayed brown briefcase with half of the straps broken and barely tied with a rope. He stood up and was about to leave. When Dorothy saw this, he immediately raised his voice and said, " Mr. Pickett, the road is slippery in the rain, please drive carefully!" Pickett didn't look back, but responded perfunctorily "I know" and walked out in a hurry. A bunch of brass keychains banged on the dining table with a clang, and there were car keys and house keys hanging on the keychains.
Dean sat carelessly on the soft leather seat of the booth, leaned back, stretched out his long legs casually, and reached out to grab the Mystery Spot travel brochure on the table. The brochure was yellowed and printed with rough photos of scenic spots. He sneered and curled his lips, poking at the words "Time and Space Rift" on the brochure. "Broward County Mystery Spot? What about space-time rifts and supernatural magnetic fields? They are all rubbish scams to deceive tourists! In my opinion, let's not check the professor yet, the more serious thing is to find Bela!"
Sam slapped the brown leather notebook on the table. The notebook was filled with dense investigation notes. He tapped Professor Hasselback's research materials with his fingertips and said in a firm tone, "Dean, Hasselback is Massachusetts Institute of Technology's top space-time theorist. He has been studying space-time anomalies all his life. He cannot disappear from the world for no reason. Mystery Spot is definitely not a tourist gimmick. It is probably a real space-time rift. The professor's disappearance is definitely related to this place!"
Bai Haorui sat between the two of them, and gently pressed Five Emperor Coins on the wooden table. He put his palms against the table and concentrated on the detection. Five Emperor Coins did not tremble at all, and did not feel any evil spirit. He quietly The Gang Condensation Pill was running quietly, and the purple True Fire slowly traveled along the meridians. The burning sensation in the Dantian instantly intensified, as if a small flame was burning. He immediately collected his breath and stopped the exercise, suppressing the restless True Qi.
At this moment, Dorothy's wrist suddenly slipped, and the hot sauce bottle he was holding fell to the off-white tile floor with a "snap". Glass fragments flew everywhere, and red chili sauce splashed all over the floor and flowed along the gaps in the tiles.
After a brief stop at the restaurant and collecting limited information, the sky gradually darkened. The night was like a thick black cloth, completely covering the entire town. Without further delay, the three of them drove straight to the wasteland on the outskirts called "Mystery Spot". The source of all the weirdness seemed to be hidden under that unnoticed weed.
Mystery Spot Late at night, the grass was overgrown. The knee-high weeds rustled in the cold wind. Cold dewdrops hung on the grass blades, soaking the trousers. A specially made dilapidated wooden sign stood crookedly on the roadside, with " The red writing of "Mystery Spot" is blurry, as if it has been eroded by wind and rain, leaving only a shallow mark. The chirping of insects and birds are swallowed up by the boundless silence. Even the sound of the wind is depressing and dull, blowing on the body with a chill, penetrating to the bone marrow.
At this time, a tall and thin man suddenly rushed out of the shack. He was the boss of Mystery Spot. He was wearing a washed white plaid shirt, his face was pale, his eyes were alert and fearful, and his eyeballs were bloodshot. He held up a rusty old-fashioned shotgun in both hands, with the barrel covered with red rust. He pointed the gun at the three people, his voice was trembling, and he cried, "Don't come here! I have no money and no goods! What's the point of robbing me of this broken shed!"
"We are bounty hunters, not robbers!" Sam quickly raised his hands to show that he meant no harm. He explained eagerly and moved forward slowly, "Let's investigate the disappearance of Professor Hasselback. He was here half a month ago. Have you seen him, right?"
But the boss didn't know what he had experienced before and was as frightened as a bird. He didn't listen to a word Sam said to him. His mind went blank. In panic, his finger suddenly pulled the trigger of the shotgun uncontrollably.
Bang--
A deafening gunshot pierced the night sky, and the gunshot echoed in the empty Mystery Spot, making the eardrums hurt. The bullet carried a sharp sound through the air, and shot straight to Dean's chest like black lightning, leaving no time to dodge.
Bai Haorui's pupils suddenly shrank, and there was fire in the dark eyes. His protective heart was instantly shattered by extreme fear. He activated the Gang Condensation Pill in his dantian like crazy, and purple True Fire surged out along his meridians, like a rushing flood. He tried his best to think He had to build a wall of fire in front of Dean to block this fatal bullet. But the incident happened too suddenly. The control of True Qi, the realm he had just broken through, was too slow. Before True Fire could condense into shape, the bullet had already penetrated Dean's chest.
"Pfft--"
Blood spurted out instantly, splashing on Sam's face and clothes, and the warm smell of blood filled the air. The smile on Dean's face froze instantly, his eyes quickly lost their luster, his pupils became dilated, and his body fell softly towards Sam's arms, his head rested weakly on Sam's shoulder. The warm blood instantly soaked into Sam's gray sweatshirt, dyeing his hands red, and also dyed the grass under his feet red. The grass was soaked black with blood.
"Dean!!"
Sam let out a heartbreaking roar, his voice was hoarse. He hugged his brother's body tightly with his arms, and clasped Dean's back with his knuckles. His whole body was shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. The reason behind his eyes completely collapsed, and hot tears fell on his face. Dean's lifeless face slid down his cheeks and mixed with blood. Desperation instantly swallowed him up. He hugged Dean's body and shouted Dean's name over and over again, but he never got any response.
Bai Haorui froze in place, unable to move. True Fire instantly became violent and out of control due to the violent shaking of his protective heart. The purple True Fire was like a crazy wildfire, rampaging through the meridians and burning fiercely. Violent backlash pain exploded from his body and limbs through his meridians, like thousands of steel needles pricking him. Blood slowly oozed from the corners of his mouth, and blood dripped down his chin. A huge wave surged in his heart: Fuck! What the hell! How could Dean die here! This is simply impossible!
At this moment of despair and suffocation, the familiar "Heat of the Moment" suddenly sounded again, coming from the void, and the melody was exactly the same as in the hotel. The scene in front of me suddenly flashed back like a movie in reverse - the early morning in the motel, the noisy radio, Dean's laughter, Sam's complaints, Dorothy's Diner's wind chimes, the moment the hot sauce bottle fell, everything went back six hours, and time started again.
Back at six o'clock in the morning, the radio was still playing "Heat of the Moment", Dean is still kicking Sam's bed frame and making noise, Bai Haorui is still sitting cross-legged to care for True Qi. This time, Bai Haorui's eyes were solemn, remembering the last death node firmly, while Sam's face was pale, and he held on to Dean's arm the whole time, not daring to let go.
When the three of them came to Dorothy's Diner, people still repeated their fixed actions, and the hot sauce bottles still dropped. On the way to Mystery Spot in the evening, Sam pulled Dean tightly, not letting him walk on In the front, the trajectory of fate could not be changed. The owner of the shack still raised his gun. Sam didn't say anything and rushed forward with a punch, knocking the boss unconscious. The shotgun in the boss's hand fell and misfired, and the bullet hit the unknown Dean in the heart.