The first month of fighting did not heal the pain, but made Sam's paranoia even more crazy. He began to use any means to sneak into the hunter's forbidden area, stole the sealed dark forbidden book "Shadow Spirit-Summoning Art", and tried to use forbidden spells to summon the soul of Dean and forcefully bring it back to the world.
But the forbidden technique backfired like gangrene attached to the bone: for the first summons, he used his own essence and blood as a guide, and in the dark magic circle, he only attracted a wisp of void resentment, but the resentment invaded his body, and his heart was in severe pain; for the second summons, he cut his wrists and offered sacrifices. Blood, the magic circle instantly collapsed, dark energy backfired on the whole body, dark curse lines appeared on the skin, all the internal organs were shocked, and he coughed up blood. His body became weaker and weaker, but his eyes became more and more crazy. Even if the forbidden spell engulfed the body, he would never look back.
He tracked a mid-level demon and broke into Kentucky's abandoned Catholic church. The demon possessed the priest's body, with blazing black fire and sharp claws that could tear steel. Sam did not use conventional demon hunting methods, but activated his own abilities, and the dark energy wrapped around his hands to confront the demon head-on.
The demon's black fire burned through his forearm, and the bones were exposed; but he grabbed the demon's neck, used his own essence and blood as bait, activated the forbidden energy, and forcibly pulled the demon out of the body. The black blood corroded his palms, and the flesh festered. He stood in the burning church, covered in wounds, with dark curse lines covering his neck, but he only wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and continued to search for clues to summon Loki.
In the abandoned hospital of Tennessee, the resentful spirit lord gathered more than a dozen resentful spirits to form a resentful spirit storm. Sam broke into it, and the resentful spirits scratched his flesh and flesh, and the resentful spirit invaded his body. He used forbidden techniques to forcibly control the resentment and counterattack the resentful spirit lord, but the backlash made him kneel on the ground, coughing blood, and his body was riddled with holes, but he still clung to the broken pages of the summoning ceremony.
Bai Haorui's footprints extend to the west: yellow sand Gobi, deep mountain castles, and coastal cliffs. While continuing to search for Sam, he has thoroughly integrated the strength of the fifth level Muscle and Bone Forging with all the skills in the cycle. Unarmed combat, peach wood sword, fire whip, and True Fire Mimicry are all at your fingertips.
Arizona In the yellow sand Gobi, there is a century-old sand demon, which can control the yellow sand and devour travelers. The sand demon turned into a huge wave of yellow sand and came overwhelmingly. Bai Haorui stepped on the yellow sand, Muscle and Bone Forging's power poured into his legs, his figure rushed forward like an arrow, and the mahogany sword in his palm was released, [Sword-Control Flying Fire Thrust] was activated, and the peach wood sword wrapped in purple fire pierced through the air and directly hit the sand demon; then [Blazing Across the Eight Wastelands Sweep] eight fire rings were superimposed to form a fire field, evaporating the yellow sand in the sky; finally [Purple Flame Heaven-Burning Slash] smashed the sand demon's nest, True Fire completely evaporated the sand demon's body, and even the yellow sand was baked into glass.
In the dark night castle of Colorado, the century-old ghost Earl is entrenched, with overwhelming resentment and can turn into phantoms to confuse the mind. Bai Haorui's Purple Flame Peregrine Falcon instantly sees through it The illusion, [Evil-Burning Fire Shield] blocked the soul impact of the ghost, and [World-Purifying Sparks] fell all over the sky, purifying Earl's century-old obsession, and the peach wood sword pierced the ghost, letting it rest completely.
He traveled across plains, mountains, deserts, and oceans, never giving up searching for Sam. Every battle confirmed the results of hundreds of cycles of training - no move was redundant, and no training was in vain.
Bobby found out that Sam had touched "Shadow Spirit-Summoning Art" and was so angry that he smashed the wine bottle on the table and yelled at the phone, "Sam! Are you crazy? Forbidden magic will swallow your soul!"
He immediately sent Loki's complete ritual information, angel weaknesses, and the location of the sacred artifact to Bai Haorui, with a trembling voice. "Boy, Sam is walking south, and the target should be Mystery Spot of Broward County! He wants to sacrifice himself! Go and stop him!"
Bobby packed up the silver bullets and salt shakers, and drove to the south. The wheels rolled over the road, and there was only one thought in his heart: He could not let this child destroy himself.
Sam dragged his body riddled with holes from the forbidden spell and traveled all over the United States, finally gathering the complete sacred tools to summon Loki: the silver Holy Grail that can carry the power of angels, the white feathers stained with angelic breath, and the blood stone that can sacrifice souls.
His body had collapsed to the extreme: dark curse lines covered his whole body, coughing up blood became the norm, wounds all over his body were festering, and he had to hold on to the wall when walking, but his eyes were terrifyingly determined. He made up his mind: to sacrifice his soul in exchange for Dean's life, even if he lost his soul.
He drove Impala and finally returned to the place where it all started - Broward County Mystery Spot. He set up a summoning circle in the wasteland, and the spells painted with blood glowed red under the moonlight, waiting for the final sacrifice.
Bai Haorui tracked Sam's aura, and finally found the haggard, paranoid, and scarred young man in the wasteland of Mystery Spot. Sam leaned against the magic circle, his face pale and coughing blood. When he saw Bai Haorui, he just raised his eyes without saying a word, with only the determination to die in his eyes.
Bai Haorui's heart hurt like being pricked by a needle, but he didn't stop it - he knew that this was Sam's obsession.
Bobby's car finally drove into Broward County. He looked at the last unsent message on his phone, his voice choked with sobs:
"Sam, Bai Haorui, I'm here. No matter it's Heaven or Hell, we'll carry it together. As a family, we have to be together."
He stopped outside Mystery Spot, gripped the shotgun, and was ready to rush in at any time to protect the two children who were trying their best.
Heavy raindrops hit the grass, making a crackling sound. The night was too thick to melt away, and the worn-out "Mystery Spot" wooden sign was crumbling in the wind and rain. The shack had long ago collapsed, leaving only broken walls. Hundreds of gunshots, roars, and deaths seemed to still be echoing in my ears.
Bai Haorui held Sam's hand and walked step by step to the center of the wasteland. Nezha's golden light rose from the center of his eyebrows to the sky, and purple True Fire spread overwhelmingly, awakening the remaining power of time and space in this land.
"Trickster, come out!"
Bai Haorui's voice penetrated the wind and rain and resounded throughout the wasteland.
The golden light suddenly bloomed, and a brighter and more sacred light than in the alley enveloped the whole place. The rain turned into steam in the light. Trickster, still wearing a floral shirt and ripped jeans, with a cynical smile on his lips, appeared in front of the two of them out of thin air. He glanced at Sam had the remaining black magic spell marks on his body, and looked at the stable fifth Muscle and Bone Forging Realm realm of Bai Haorui, and raised his eyebrows. "Hey, we haven't seen you for three months. The little hunter has turned into a madman, and the little Daoist priest's combat power has soared. It's more interesting than cycling through Caspian Sea a hundred times."
"I want you to reverse Dean's death and terminate Hell's contract." Sam stood up, even though his figure was shaky, his eyes still showed the determination of all-or-nothing.
The joking on Trickster's face gradually subsided, and the majesty of Loki god slowly spread, making the wind and rain stop. "I have already said the answer - Dean's contract is destiny, Hell's rules are unbreakable, his soul is destined to belong to Hell, this is fate, no one can change it."
"I don't believe it."
Bai Haorui spoke slowly, his voice was not loud, but every word was resounding.
He raised his hand, and the purple True Fire slowly condensed. It did not turn into a sword, a whip, or any killing move. Instead, it turned into a gentle, warm flame, which floated in front of Sam and illuminated his pale face.
The True Fire in his palm suddenly transformed into three small figures - Dean kicking the bed frame and playing, Sam breaking down and crying in the cycle, and Bai Haorui crossing his knees to practice guarding, all vivid in the flames.
This is the ultimate form of True Fire Mimicry: Heart-Guarding Flame.
Use the heart of Tao as a guide, use the fetters as fire, do not attack or kill, only guard what you love in your heart.
Trickster looked at the ball of Heart-Guarding Flame, his pupils shrank slightly, and for the first time real waves appeared in his eyes that had always been cynical.
"You used hundreds of reincarnations to test our character, and you used Dean's death to test our obsession. It was never to make us surrender, but to see if we would give up." Bai Haorui took a step forward, and Heart-Guarding Flame floated in front of Gabriel, "Now, we will give you the answer - we will never give up."
Sam also stepped forward, stood next to Bai Haorui, wiped the rain and blood from his face, and said in a hoarse but firm voice, "Dean is my brother and my family. Even if Hell is in front, I will be with him."
The wind and rain suddenly stopped, and the sky was filled with golden light.
Trickster was silent for a long time, and finally chuckled. The pressure of the gods completely dissipated, and he returned to his careless appearance.
"What two... interesting little guys."
Trickster raised his hand and waved lightly.
The power of time and space swept over me again. This time, there was no rewinding, no looping, only gentle retrospection.
On the radio in the motel, "Heat of the Moment" completely disappeared, replaced by Dean's favorite old rock songs; the morning sunlight shined through the glass window and onto the floor, warm and real; Dean was still lying on the bed, sleeping soundly, with his chest rising and falling steadily, no wounds, no blood stains, and alive and well.
Sam rushed over and hugged Dean with such force that he almost strangled him to death. Tears fell on his back and he was so choked that he could not speak.
Dean was stunned, patted Sam on the back, and said softly, "Sammy, why are you crazy? I'm not dead yet, don't hug me so tightly!"
Bai Haorui stood aside, looking at the scene in front of him, with a bright smile at the corner of his mouth. The Nezha golden light between the eyebrows flickered gently, the Gang Condensation Pill in the Dantian rotated steadily, the fifth level Pure Yang Body-Tempering Realm Muscle and Bone Forging was completely stable, and the Daoist heart was stable.
Trickster leaned against the door, put his hands in his pockets, and raised his eyebrows at Bai Haorui: "I can only temporarily seal the effective time of the contract and erase Dean's real death this time. I cannot reverse the final outcome. Hell's debt will have to be paid sooner or later."
"I know." Bai Haorui nodded, "But we will go on together until the last moment."
"It's more transparent than some crybaby hunters." Trickster sneered, and his body gradually turned into golden light and dissipated in the air, leaving only one sentence, "Looking forward to our next meeting!"
The three of them packed their luggage, got into Dean's baby car, and drove away from Broward County.
Dean was driving the car, looking at Sam who was unusually quiet in the back seat, and then at Bai Haorui who was in the passenger seat, and couldn't help complaining. "You two are really weird today. You have been sticky since you left the house. Are you trying to do something behind my back?"
Sam rolled his eyes at him, but couldn't help but smile. The darkness in his eyes completely dissipated, and he turned back into his gentle brother. "It's nothing, I just feel that it's good to be alive."
Bai Haorui leaned on the passenger seat and played with Five Emperor Coins. The purple True Fire danced lightly on his fingertips. Heart-Guarding Flame warmed his meridians and made his heart clear. He looked at the scenery passing by outside the window and listened to the bickering between Dean and Sam, feeling at ease in his heart.
Dean suddenly patted the steering wheel and hummed a song. It was still the magical "Heat of the Moment", but it was less weird and more pyrotechnic. "Seriously, do we not care about the time and space cycle of the town?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "It's been solved, just drive your car."
Bai Haorui smiled, and True Fire lightly flicked the back of Dean's head with his fingertips. "Don't be poor, go find Bobby first."
Seattle's rainy night was freezing, and Impala's tires ran over the stagnant water below the apartment building, splashing two traces of turbid water. The three of them came out of Bobby's hunter's warehouse, holding in their hands the address found by the old hunter - Bela Talbot's temporary hiding place.
The apartment door was easily opened by Dean with a crowbar. The strong smell of perfume hit his face, but there was no one in the room.
Dean cursed and kicked over the empty wine box at his feet, bent down to look through the hidden compartments of the TV cabinet, his fingertips were covered in dust. "Damn bitch, I thought I could catch her this time!"
Sam squatted in front of the bookshelf, ran his fingertips over the hidden compartment on the inside of the bookshelf, and clicked lightly. The hidden compartment popped open, and there was nothing inside. He frowned and looked up at Dean: "It's not here either, she has cleaned all the traces."
Bai Haorui sat cross-legged on the coffee table in the center of the living room, twisting five bronze Five Emperor Coins between his fingertips. The lavender Pure Yang True Fire slowly flowed along the lines of the copper coins. The invisible Divine Sense was like a fine network, sweeping through every corner of the apartment in an instant.. He closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and his inner thoughts were spinning rapidly: There were two completely different auras left in the apartment, one was Bela's, with the coldness unique to the devil's contract, like gangrene attached to the bone; the other was pure Hell black smoke, with a thick and cold aura, carrying the pressure of a superior demon, and was by no means an ordinary soldier.
He slowly opened his eyes, a gleam of purple light flashed under his dark eyes, and reminded the two of them, "Bela has left long ago. There are traces of powerful demons here. She made a deal with Hell."
As soon as he finished speaking, the mobile phone in Dean's pocket rang, and the cheerful ringtone was particularly harsh in the empty apartment. Dean took it out and glanced at the caller ID, his face instantly darkened, and he answered the phone with a cold tone, "Bela."
The woman's joking smile came from the other end of the phone, with undisguised pride. "Oh, hello, Dean. I guess you are in my beautiful apartment right now, making a mess of my things?"
Dean gritted his back molars and clenched his knuckles so hard that the phone made a clicking sound, "Where did you hide Colt?"
"My dear, how could I stay there for you to find such a valuable thing? You are so stupid and cute." Bela's laughter was full of ridicule, "By the way, I called the FBI, they should be at the door already."
"You despicable bitch!" Dean was instantly furious and roared into the phone, but there was only a light "I wish you have a good time in the super prison, Winchester" from the other end of the phone, and he was immediately hung up.
The phone was smashed against the wall by Dean, and the screen fell to pieces. Sam instantly tensed his back, and his fingertips tightly clenched the hunting knife on his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force. Countless times in hundreds of cycles, "Dean's death" was created. The injury surged up in an instant, and an icy chill crawled down his spine throughout his body. He subconsciously took a half step closer to Dean, staring at the apartment door, and all the muscles in his body were stretched like a fully stretched bow, for fear that he would rush towards Dean in fatal danger in the next second.
Bai Haorui has already turned over and jumped off the sofa. Gang Condensation Pill in the pubic area rotates gently. The lavender Pure Yang True Fire spreads out instantly, and a thin and tough True Fire protective film makes no sound. The ground wrapped around the three people. His Divine Sense instantly swept through the entire apartment building, including the stairwell, fire exits, and the main entrance downstairs. They were all FBI police officers with live ammunition, and the entire building had been sealed. He said solemnly, "It's too late to leave, the FBI has already sealed the building."
The Five Emperor Coins on his fingertips collided lightly, but did not urge True Fire to take action - the people surrounding him were all ordinary police officers who were kept in the dark, and there was no evil spirit at all. "Three Altars Body-Tempering True Fire Art" cultivates pure Yang righteousness and must not attack innocent ordinary people. With his eyes closed, the police officer's position and the structure of the entire building were carved into Divine Sense.
There was a loud bang, and the apartment door was slammed open. FBI agent Victor Henriksen rushed in with a group of armed police officers, and the black muzzles were pointed at the three of them. "Don't move! Lie on the ground! Hold your head with your hands!"
Amidst the ear-splitting roar, the three of them were instantly pushed to the cold floor, and cold handcuffs cuffed their wrists. Henriksen knelt down and looked at Dean with his face on the ground, his tone full of pride and cruelty, as if he was finally To the hunter who caught the prey. "Winchester brothers, and you, Sam's college classmate Bai Haorui, the game is over. This time, don't think about running away again."
Dean was pushed to the ground, his face was covered with dust, but he still didn't forget to reply with a mean smile, and a sneer smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Even though he was embarrassed, he didn't lose his momentum at all. "Why, Henriksen, you have been chasing us for so long, you have nothing to do, and you get in love with us when you get the chance? Or is it that Cialis has finally cured your little problem, so that you have time to mind our business?"
Henriksen's face instantly darkened. He snorted coldly and raised his hand to signal the police, "Take them away and keep them under close guard. No one is allowed to come into contact with them."
Sam was dragged up by the police, but his eyes were locked on Dean, for fear that he would have another accident.
The prison van drove on the road all night, and at dawn, it finally drove into the police station compound in the small town of Colorado Monument.
The small town police station is a two-story red brick building. It looks inconspicuous, but it is tightly guarded by the FBI officers brought by Henriksen. When the three were escorted out of the car, the small town police chief Melvin Dodd and deputy police chief Phil Amici were standing at the door, looking at the mighty formation with puzzled faces.
Henriksen strode into the lobby of the police station, threw his briefcase on the desk at the front desk, and ordered to Melvin: "Sergeant, clear all the cells immediately and move all detainees."
Melvin is a sturdy middle-aged man with a face that is red from the weather all year round. Hearing this, he immediately stopped Henriksen, his tone full of dissatisfaction. "Agent, what are you doing? You can't just let all my prisoners go! This is my police station, not your FBI's back Garden!"
"From now on, this place is under the jurisdiction of the FBI." Henriksen turned back with sharp eyes and a serious tone that left no room for negotiation. "Chief, you have no idea who you are facing. These three guys are the most dangerous Satan-worshiping murderers in the United States. They dug graves, dismembered corpses, and had dozens of human lives on their hands. I want to empty this place and leave only the three of them in all the cells to ensure that they cannot fly."
"But this is against the rules!" Melvin wanted to argue, but was stopped by Henriksen's look.
"I'm not negotiating with you." Henriksen's tone was unequivocal, "Place your people at all exits and keep an eye on them. Not even a fly can come in."
Melvin gritted his teeth, and finally waved his hand helplessly, signaling Phil to execute the order. Nancy Fitzgerald, the secretary at the front desk, clutched the cross around her neck, huddled in her seat, and looked at the three people being escorted in. She even breathed lightly, her round face full of nervousness and fear, and her eyes glanced at the three people from time to time, and then quickly looked away.
Henriksen walked to the front desk, picked up the phone and called his boss, FBI Deputy Director Steven Groves. The moment the call was connected, the coldness on his face immediately changed to respect. "It's me, Henriksen. Is Groves here?... Okay, call him out of the conference room."
After a pause for a few seconds, his tone was full of uncontrollable pride. "Groves, it's me. I caught them, Winchester brothers, and their accomplices."
Groves' surprised voice came from the other end of the phone. "Did I hear you correctly? Did you really catch those two bastards?"
"That's right, they are in my hands now. I plan to use armored buses, filled with people, and send them to the super prison early tomorrow morning."
"Bus? Are you crazy?" Groves immediately raised his voice, his tone full of irritability, "You want me to get another stomach ulcer? Last time, last time, you let them escape! I'm going to send a helicopter over, I'm going to fly over in a helicopter myself, and I'm going to watch these two guys being taken away. Before I get there, stick your eyes to them, and you can't move away for a second, do you understand?"
"Understood, sir." Henriksen responded respectfully, hung up the phone, and turned around to tell Melvin, "A helicopter is coming over to clear the parking lot and create a temporary apron."