Bai Haorui was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the night that was rapidly receding outside the window, a trace of heaviness flashed in his eyes. They knew he was nearby.
Five hunters have died.
"Bobby." Bai Haorui turned to look at Bobby who was driving, and said in a calm tone, "These dead are all hunters you know and have gone on missions with you, right?"
Bobby nodded and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Yes, they all followed me into the industry. Some of them are the children of my old friends. They are all good hunters."
"Then each of them has someone they failed to save, right?" Bai Haorui looked at him, "When Olivia died, the resentful spirit she faced should be the victim she failed to save back then."
Bobby paused and was silent for a long time before nodding with a hoarse voice. "Yes. When Olivia first entered the industry, she dealt with a serial murder case. The murderer was Shapeshifter. He killed three young people, including a couple who she failed to save. Just now you said that the resentful spirit was the person she failed to save, and I thought of it."
"That's right." Bai Haorui nodded, "This spell is a 'blood debt' specifically for hunters. They spend their lives hunting demons and saving people, but there are always people they cannot save, and there are always guilt and regrets. This spell turns these regrets into the knife that kills us."
Bobby didn't say anything, but stepped on the accelerator hard. The pickup truck went faster and headed towards home.
Impala parked next to the gas station at the gas station. Dean refueled the car, but his face was still ugly. Sam opened the door and said to Dean, "I'm going to the bathroom." Then he turned and walked into the convenience store of the gas station.
Dean finished filling up the gas, leaned on the passenger seat, and closed his eyes. Days of running around, the trauma in Hell, the truth about the angel, and the hunters who died one after another made him unable to breathe. After a while, he fell asleep, his brows furrowed tightly, and his hand subconsciously tightened the shotgun at his waist, as if he had dreamed of a scene in Hell, his body was trembling slightly, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Sam turned on the faucet of the sink, and cold water flowed out. He took the cold water and slapped it on his face, trying to wake himself up. Ruby's words just now, as well as Dean's questions, and the hunters who died one after another, made his mind a mess.
At this moment, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped sharply, as cold as an ice cellar, and his breath instantly condensed into white mist. The lights above his head flashed crazily, the sizzling sound of electricity made people's eardrums hurt, and the mirror in front of him was instantly covered with a thick layer of mist.
Sam's movements paused for an instant, and his muscles tensed instantly. He reached out to wipe off the water mist on the mirror, and the reflection of Agent Henriksen suddenly appeared in the mirror, staring at him. His whole body was charred, with scars from the explosion, and the flesh on his face was turned up. It was terrifying.
"Hi, Sam." Henriksen's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "Long time no see."
Sam turned around suddenly, and the ghost of Henriksen was standing behind him, less than one step away from him, and a cold breath hit his face.
"Henriksen." Sam's voice changed tone instantly. He subconsciously took a step back and pressed his back against the sink, "You... are you..."
"I didn't survive... if that's what you want to ask." Henriksen twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a ferocious smile, his eyes full of resentment that couldn't be overcome, "Do you think I can survive after Lilith bombed the police station?"
"I'm sorry." Sam's voice shook, and guilt surged in his eyes, "Really, Henriksen, we--"
"You wouldn't leave half a dozen innocent people to die for you in that police station, would you?" Henriksen interrupted him sharply, his voice rising with overwhelming anger, "This is all caused by you, Sam. It's all your fault. It's you Winchester Brothers she's looking for, but it's me, Nancy, and all my colleagues in the bureau who pay the price!"
"Listen, if we had known Lilith was coming--"
"You knew earlier?" Henriksen sneered, rushed towards Sam, grabbed his collar, and threw him hard against the mirror. The mirror shattered instantly, and glass shards splashed on the floor, Sam's back was cut several times, and he gasped in pain. Henriksen grabbed his hair again and smashed his head against the sink, causing a crack in the ceramic sink.
Sam fell heavily to the ground, and his eyes were black with pain. He raised his head and clearly saw a strange, burnt mark on the back of Henriksen's hand, like an eye or a twisted charm.
Just when Henriksen rushed over again, the bathroom door was kicked open. Dean rushed in with a salt gun and fired several shots at Henriksen. Bai Haorui The salt bomb blessed by True Fire hit Henriksen's body with a loud bang. He let out a shrill scream and disappeared instantly.
Dean immediately rushed over, helped Sam up on the ground, and checked his wounds up and down. "How are you? Are you okay? Is your head okay?"
"I'm fine, Dean." Sam pushed his hand away and stood up supporting the sink. His face was pale and his eyes were evasive. He was obviously still thinking about what Henriksen just said.
He's right... it's my fault. If it weren't for us, they wouldn't have died at all. Nancy, Henriksen... all of them died because of us. We involved them in the world of demon hunting, but failed to protect them, and left them there to be Lilith was tortured for so long and finally died tragically. But now, I am still cooperating with Ruby, and I am still letting another demon possess the innocent girl... What is the difference between me and the demons who killed Meg? What is the difference between me and Yellow-Eyed Demon?
The lights in the house flashed wildly, flickering on and off, and the temperature dropped sharply, as cold as an ice cellar. Bobby's breath condensed into white mist, and he heard the little girl's laughter, crisp, but with a biting chill, coming down the stairs.
He immediately grabbed an iron poker from the fireplace, held it tightly in his hand, walked very lightly, and followed the sound vigilantly. The radio in the living room suddenly made a shrill noise, and a rubber ball rolled down the stairs, bounced a few times, and stopped at his feet.
Bobby's movements paused for an instant. He turned around suddenly and saw two little girls who looked exactly the same, standing at the top of the stairs, staring at him. They were wearing identical white dresses, their hair was messy, their eyes were lifeless, their faces were pale, and they were covered with water stains, as if they had just been fished out of the water.
Dean was driving the car, holding the steering wheel in one hand and his mobile phone in the other, and kept calling Bobby. No one answered the phone, only busy signals over and over again. He smashed the steering wheel irritably, cursed, and immediately dialed Bai Haorui's number.
The phone rang twice and was picked up. Bai Haorui's voice came out from the receiver very steadily. "Dean?"
"Haorui, where are you?" Dean's voice was full of urgency, "I can't contact Bobby. I called more than a dozen times, but he didn't answer!"
"I just arrived at Chinatown to buy cinnabar and yellow paper for drawing talismans." Bai Haorui's voice paused, and immediately there was the sound of starting the car, "I'm going back immediately. You guys should hurry up too. Bobby is alone at home, something may have happened."
"Okay, we'll be there soon!" Dean hung up the phone and stepped on the accelerator. Impala's engine roared, and the speed instantly reached the extreme, speeding on the road.
Sam was sitting in the passenger seat with a bruise on his face, his eyes flickering, his head lowered, not saying a word, obviously still thinking about what Henriksen said.
Dean glanced at him and said in a slower tone, "How do you feel? Hmm? How many fingers did I show?"
"Linggen. I'm fine, Dean." Sam raised his head, twitched the corners of his mouth, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Is it Henriksen?" Dean looked at him.
Sam nodded. "Yes."
"What does he want to do?"
"Revenge." Sam's voice was hoarse, "Because we caused him to die."
"Sam." Dean's tone darkened, "That's not your fault, and it's not my fault. It was Lilith who did it. It was the devil who did it. It has nothing to do with you. We didn't know at the time that she would go to the police station."
"It's our fault in the first place, Dean." Sam interrupted him abruptly, with a hint of collapse in his voice, "We were the ones who got them involved, we left them there, we didn't even think about their safety!"
"Okay, stop it." Dean's tone hardened, "No matter what happens now, we are all being targeted, okay? I can't contact Bobby, and Haorui is still rushing back, so if you don't want a solution, don't talk, don't deny yourself here, it's useless."
Sam closed his mouth and turned his head to look out the window. The shadows of the trees in the night were quickly retreating, like ghosts with teeth and claws.
At dawn, Impala finally rushed into the yard of Bobby's house. Dean and Sam held loaded salt shot guns, immediately pushed open the car door, rushed down, and walked quickly into the house.
The living room was in a mess, the iron poker fell to the floor, the sofa was overturned, and the things on the table were broken to pieces, but Bobby could not be seen.
"Bobby?" Dean's voice echoed in the house, but there was no response.
He turned to look at Sam, raised his chin, and pointed to the stairs. "I'll go upstairs. You go to the scrapyard outside and have a look. Be careful and call me immediately if there is any situation."
Sam nodded, raised the gun, turned and walked out of the house, heading towards the scrapyard outside. The scrapyard was filled with scrapped cars, stacked on top of each other, like a hill. The sun couldn't shine in at all, and there were shadows everywhere, making it gloomy.
"Bobby? Bobby?" Sam shouted as he walked, vigilantly scanning the corners of every scrapped car.
At this moment, he heard a muffled struggle, coming from a scrapped car stacked on top, and the little girl's laughter, which was bone-chilling. Sam's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and he immediately rushed over, climbed up the pile of scrapped cars, and leaned towards the car window to look inside.
I saw Bobby being pinned down on the car seat by the ghosts of two little girls. One of the girls covered his mouth tightly so that he could not make a sound. The other girl's hand strangled his neck. Bobby's face was already red from holding it in. The poker in his hand fell into the car and was useless.
"Bobby? Bobby!" Sam's eyes turned red with fear, and he reached out to pull the car door, but it was locked and could not be opened at all.
At this moment, a red-gold fire suddenly rushed over from the side, like two meteors, hitting the car body hard. With a "boom" sound, Pure Yang True Fire exploded instantly. The two little girls in the car let out a shrill scream, and the Yin Qi all over their bodies was burned by True Fire. They instantly released their hands covering Bobby and stepped back.
"Sam! Pry open the door!"
The voice of Bai Haorui came. He had already rushed under the pile of scrap cars. The mahogany sword in his hand was unsheathed. The runes on the sword were lit by True Fire. The red-gold light illuminated the entire scrap car. Field. He tiptoed and jumped up. The pure Yang power of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" poured into his legs. Bone Refinement into Steel's physical body burst out with extremely strong power and landed steadily on the roof of the car.
Sam reacted immediately, grabbed the crowbar attached to his waist, inserted it into the gap of the car door, and pressed down with all his strength. With a "clang" sound, the car door lock was pried open.
The moment he opened the car door, the ghost of one of the little girls rushed over and pushed him on the chest. Sam was caught off guard and fell from the pile of scrap cars. It hit the roof of the car below hard and hit his forehead on the car frame. He bled instantly and his eyesight turned black.
The little girl jumped down and grabbed his neck with cold hands. Sam immediately raised the crowbar in his hand and hit her hard. The iron crowbar passed through her body, but her movements were paused.
In the car, another little girl pounced on Bobby again. Bobby finally broke free, grabbed the poker in the car, and hit her hard. Bai Haorui jumped off the roof of the car and stood up Beside the car door, a red-gold True Fire popped out from the fingertips and turned into a wall of fire, blocking Bobby. The little girl's ghost hit the wall of fire and let out a shrill scream, and most of the Yin energy was instantly dispersed.
The two little girls looked at each other, looking at the peach wood sword in Bai Haorui's hand and True Fire around them. Their eyes were full of fear, and they instantly turned into two black smoke and disappeared into the shadows.
"Bobby, how are you?" Bai Haorui immediately reached out and helped Bobby out of the car. There were clear fingerprints on Bobby's neck. His face was pale, he was breathing heavily, and coughed several times before he recovered.
"Thank you, boys." Bobby patted Bai Haorui on the shoulder, then looked at Sam who got up from the ground, his eyes full of fear, "I almost fell into the hands of these two little girls."
Bai Haorui put away the mahogany sword, and True Fire's fingertips gently brushed Bobby's neck, burning away the remaining evil aura on it, and frowned. "The resentment of these two children is exactly the same as that of the Olivia family. They are all marked by black magic. Their resentment has been aroused too much. Bobby, they are..."
Bobby's Adam's apple moved. He took the water handed over by Bai Haorui, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big sip. The water slid down his throat, and his voice was still hoarse. "Many years ago, I handled a case. The water ghost broke into their house and dragged the two sisters into the lake. I was in the house, but I looked for it for too long... By the time I found them, it was already too late, they had run out of breath."
He paused and looked at the shadow of the scrapyard, his eyes full of guilt.
I have been hunting demons my whole life and saving people my whole life, but there are still so many people because I am dead, ugh.
Dean held up the gun and searched the room upstairs step by step. His steps were very light. The gun was always held in front of his chest, ready to shoot at any time.
"Bobby? Come out, no matter who you are." His voice echoed in the empty corridor, but there was no response.
A door at the end of the corridor slowly opened, and it was dark and empty. Dean immediately clenched the gun and walked in step by step, scanning every corner of the room vigilantly.
The moment he turned around, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind him. It was gentle but filled with biting resentment, ringing in his ears.
"Dean·Winchester. Still love to give orders. Do you still recognize me?"
Dean turned around suddenly, and immediately pointed the gun in his hand at the source of the sound. He looked at the woman in front of him, and countless images flashed through his mind instantly - the girl whose hair was cut off, dressed up in all kinds of coquettish ways, possessed by demons and used to kill people, the girl who was thrown from upstairs by them and died tragically.
The woman in front of her has brown shoulder-length hair, wears an ordinary gray sweater, has no heavy makeup on her face, and has clean eyes. She is the original appearance of Meg Masters before she was possessed by the devil, an ordinary female college student.
"Meg?" Dean's voice paused momentarily, and the hand holding the gun relaxed slightly.
"Hi." Meg twitched his lips and smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not a devil. At least not now."
"You are the girl who was possessed by the devil." Dean looked at her, his Adam's apple moved, and there was a trace of unnoticeable guilt in his tone.
"Meg Masters." She nodded and took a step forward. "I'm glad that I can finally talk to you without choking on my own blood." She raised her hands to show that she meant no harm. "It's okay. Really, I'm just an ordinary female college student. Sorry - I used to be."
"One night, I was walking on the way home and was attacked by a cloud of black smoke." Meg's voice trembled and he held his forehead, as if he remembered something terrible. "When I reacted, I became a prisoner... trapped in my own body." In my body, I was awake the whole time, and I could only watch her kill people with my hands, say those vicious words with my mouth, and watch my family become ruined because of me. I screamed at you, shouted at the top of my lungs, please, help me, but you couldn't hear it at all."
Dean looked at her, opened her mouth, and finally said only one sentence, "I'm sorry."
"Oh, really?" Meg's tone instantly cooled down, with overwhelming resentment in his eyes, "Then were you so sorry when you threw me off the stairs?"
"We thought--"
"No, you are not using your brain at all!" Meg interrupted him sharply, raising his voice, "I have been waiting and praying! I am trapped in my body, screaming at you! 'Please, help me!' You are supposed to save people, Dean. Why don't you save me?"
"I'm sorry." Dean's voice lowered, and the hand holding the gun completely dropped.
"Stop saying you're sorry!"
Meg rushed over and slapped Dean hard on the face, and the crisp slap sounded in the room. Dean was beaten so hard that he staggered and fell to the ground. He didn't fight back, he just lay on the ground and looked at her, his eyes full of guilt, without any intention of resisting.
"Meg, Meg..." Dean's voice was hoarse.
"Do you think I want to be like that?" Meg raised his foot and kicked Dean hard in the stomach. Dean groaned and curled up, "We thought you were a hero at the time and thought you could save me. But what about you? You only wanted to kill the demon and didn't care about me, the person trapped in the body! Do you think you are a hero?"
"No, I've never felt that way." Dean shook his head, his voice full of exhaustion.
Meg grabbed Dean's coat, pulled him up from the ground, and pressed him against the wall. Dean raised his head and clearly saw that on the back of her hand, there was exactly the same mark as Henriksen's hand, that twisted, eye-like charm.
"You're absolutely right." Meg's face was very close to his, and cold breath sprayed on his face, "Do you know what it feels like to be possessed by pure evil for several months? Watching your own hands kill so many innocent people, but you can do nothing but watch. And my family has no idea what happened to me. They only know that their daughter turned into a murderer."
"We have tried our best." Dean looked at her, his tone full of weakness.
"No, you didn't." Meg pushed Dean away and kicked him hard. Dean hit the wall hard, and his back hurt. "It's not just me, Dean. I also have a sister, a little sister. She especially admires me and learns everything from me. You know what younger brothers and sisters are like, right? Willing to do anything for you."
"After I disappeared, she... she was completely lost." Meg's voice trembled, her eyes filled with tears, but with even stronger resentment, "When my body was lying in the morgue, covered in injuries and broken pieces... she couldn't find me, couldn't accept that I turned into a murderer, couldn't accept that I was dead, so she committed suicide!"
She raised her foot again and kicked Dean hard in the stomach. Dean groaned and her eyesight went black in pain.
"It's all because of you, Dean!" Meg's voice was hysterical, "Because all you can think about is your family, your revenge, and your demons! If only earlier, as long as you recited the 50 Latin words of the exorcism spell earlier, I would not die, and neither would my little sister! This blood debt will all be counted on your head, Dean!"