[Zhongyingmei] Brother does not follow the plot

Chapter 67 Jinjiang Exclusive

The formal Roman Catholic funeral has many steps and is cumbersome. Although the goal of the ceremony is now a soul, which eliminates some burial etiquette, the remaining steps should not be underestimated.

Sam cooperated with Michael, who claimed to know a little bit.

Michael looked at Dean, who was pretending in front of him, and only felt his eyes hurt.

Singing along with the pre-recorded hymns and forgetting the words, and having to hold a small note when praying... Dean Winchester should be thankful, thankful that Michael didn't see such a dick at another time and place Winchester, otherwise Michael would have regarded this human being as a heretic who blasphemed the glory of God, and cut him down with a sword.

At first, Michael was disgusted like this.

However, as time passed, I felt that the light power in the church was really moved by Dean's prayer, and when the gate of heaven was pulled by such a power, Michael, who had been in charge of heaven for thousands of years, was surprised.

"This is..." A miracle that only God's most faithful believers can perform.

Is it because of the holy blood flowing in his body?

Winchester is a descendant of saints, and their bloodline is one of the reasons why Michael chose Dean to be his walking container in the world.This kind of bloodline has been blessed by God, no matter how many generations it has been passed on, no matter how many years have passed, this bloodline will never be the same as other human beings.

If a Winchester lived in the Holy See since he was a child and was willing to dedicate his body and mind to God and the light, as long as the blood in his body was strong enough, he could even develop a power no less than the glory of an angel.

Although Dean Winchester usually looks unreliable, does he actually believe in God and the light in his heart?

Michael couldn't help but think.

If so, he is willing to treat this human being better.

After a series of ritual procedures, Dean stared at the soul floating up into the sky, feeling nervous.

"Did it work?" Dean asked Sam for an answer. "I did it?"

Sam stared at the past, nodded, and said, "It should be successful."

"Very good." Dean bent his eyes happily, took off his robe, and threw it on the front seat.

Michael, who just had a little affection for Dean: "..."

presumptuous!rude! !

Dean didn't know the anger in Michael's heart. He waved his hand and said to Sam: "You pack here, I'll go get something."

"Okay." Sam nodded.

Out of Sam's sight, Dean rushed straight into an empty room of the church.He took a deep breath and slowly said the spell corresponding to the second trial.

When the last word of the incantation came out of Dean's faintly white lips, his body swayed, and the golden light glowed once again on the bare-exposed skin.

The sound of the friction of the chains rang in his mind again, and Dean's eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground.

At the same time, Michael, who was packing up the holy utensils with a cold face, froze, and the chains rubbed against each other. His ankles tightened, and the chains containing familiar power wrapped around his feet this time.

Sam seemed to be aware of it, and subconsciously looked at Michael, but saw that the unidentified blond young man kept bending over to pick up something for a moment, then swayed and fell directly to the ground.

Michael also fainted.

Sam: "!!!"

What the hell?

Sam looked at the unconscious Michael, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, but he couldn't let him fall to the ground—mainly because he was worried about Dean who would come back later, in case Dean misunderstood that he knocked this Michael unconscious Not good.

With some disgust, Sam pouted, and Sam stretched out his hand to help Michael up.

However, when Sam's fingers touched the skin of Michael's wrist, Sam's forehead twitched suddenly, and the familiar force passed through that layer of flesh and blood to Sam's palm, stimulating the deep feeling in his soul. The two short blades buzzed.

In Sam's palm, two short black knives protruded uncontrollably, piercing the skin of Michael's wrist.

Blood dripped.

Red blood.

Sam's expression was in a trance for a moment, bloody and red.

Why not silver?

Sam shook his head violently. Is he crazy? There is no silver in the blood.

Sam pressed the dagger back into his soul and dragged Michael to the side seat.After thinking about it, Sam released his mental power and carefully probed into Michael's spiritual world.

Michael's spiritual world is not as defenseless as Dean's. As soon as Sam's spiritual power protruded a corner, the opponent's spiritual power materialized into a raging flame, engulfing Sam's spiritual tentacles in an instant.

Fortunately, Sam retreated in time, otherwise what he lost would not be this bit of spiritual power.

In the real world, cold sweat broke out on Sam's forehead.He looked at the comatose Michael with some doubts. The horror of the other party's spiritual world proved that he was not an ordinary human being, but what surprised Sam was not this, but the power entangled in that mental power, which was different from what he had experienced in Die before him. The power perceived in En's soul is exactly the same.

Sam frowned and looked at the unconscious Michael. Could it be that the abnormality on Dean's body was related to this person.That's why Dean reluctantly took this man with him?

How much Dean was hiding from him!

"Dean..." Sam bit his lip, turned his head and walked in the direction Dean left just now.

Dean said he was going to get something, but who knew what he was going for.

As soon as he found Dean who fell to the ground, Sam's forehead twitched. At that moment, he wished he could grab Dean's neck and shake him fiercely, forcing him to tell all the things he had hidden from him.

"Dean Winchester, you bastard!" Sam gritted his teeth, picked up Dean, and walked back to the church.

Oh, by the way, there is an unknown guy unconscious on the seat of the church.

"Bastard," Sam cursed again, sending Dean back to the Impala first, then Michael, holding back his anger and helping them fasten their seat belts.

After finishing these, Sam started the car and drove towards the nearest motel.

Thanks to the loose management of the motel, even if Sam carried the unconscious man back and forth to the room twice, the front desk of the hotel could only raise his eyelids and whistle.

Dean was ruthlessly thrown on the bed by Sam, while Michael was also ruthlessly thrown on the sofa by Sam.

After doing this, Sam walked back and forth in the room twice, barely suppressing the anger in his heart.

He felt that he had been fooled, and now he was very suspicious that Dean's solution to the chains was fake.

Dean was doing things behind his back, absolutely.

Sam's face turned black and white, showing his restless heart.

After enduring and enduring, Sam couldn't hold back after all, grabbed the sofa cushion, raised his hand and threw it to the bed, hitting Dean's chest, and then fell to the floor with a "crack".

The sofa cushion was just too light, and it didn't hurt when it was hit. Dean breathed slowly and didn't wake up at all.

"Bastard, bastard!" These two curse words came back and forth, and Sam punched the armrest of the sofa again. With a "click", the armrest of the sofa broke in two.

After the crisp sound, both Dean and Michael were in a deep coma, and they didn't intend to wake up at all. Tuliu Sam sat awake on the sofa, the palm that broke the armrest of the sofa just now was trembling slightly.

Angry and annoyed in his heart, Sam rushed to his bed angrily, lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

Dean is in a coma, right? Okay, he's sleeping, so don't wake up and worry, let's all sleep together, bastard.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut.

Sam thought that he was sleeping with anger, and he must have insomnia with his eyes closed that night until dawn. He never expected that he would fall asleep after closing his eyes for a while.Consciousness fluctuated in the darkness for a moment, and Sam realized in a trance that he was dreaming.

A familiar dream is his memory from the past——

"Dean Winchester." At the crossroads-intersection, on top of the demon trap painted in red, a red-eyed demon in human skin shrugged at Sam and said helplessly, "His Souls are not in hell. Sam Winchester, your soul is very tempting, I would love to do your business, but I can't find Dean Winchester's soul."

Therefore, this deal has lost its prerequisites from the beginning.

The red-eyed devil couldn't help showing a regretful expression on his face.

"Really." Sam heard himself speak softly in the dream, his voice was hoarse, and there was an indifference to life and death in the plain, "then there is no need for you to exist."

"Wait, wait!" The red-eyed demon was taken aback for a moment, and then became furious, "Sam Winchester, don't go too far!"

The answer to the red-eyed demon was the demon-killing blade held by the dream hunter.

"Damn it!" The red-eyed demon cursed in a low voice, ready to give up his human body and escape back to hell.However, the anger on his face was quickly replaced by panic.Even in a demonic trap, a demon can escape by abandoning its body.Although it was very difficult to return to the human world after escaping from hell, no matter what, he saved his life.

but now?

The red-eyed demon was horrified to find that he couldn't get out of the body.

The demon trap under his feet has been modified!

The demon-killing blade pierced the red-eyed demon's chest, and through the human skin, truly killed the demon hiding under the human body.

After a while, [Sam Winchester] pulled out the Demon Slayer Blade and turned around calmly.

Sam watched all this in silence.

[Sam Winchester]'s soliloquies echoed in the quiet night.

"It's not in heaven, it's not in hell. Could it be that it was collected by a wizard?"

The soul is one of the most precious materials in the world. It can be used as the currency of hell, and it can also be a collection of powerful wizards.

[Sam Winchester] stand still.

"Which side should we start with first?" [Sam Winchester] rubbed the Demon Slayer Blade in his hand and muttered to himself, "Both voodoo wizards and dark wizards have criminal records, so let's start with them first. "

"Don't, don't kill me!" The powerful sorcerer who was famous in the other world knelt on the ground in embarrassment. Under the forbidden magic circle, even a powerful wizard could not exert his natural power.He looked at [Sam Winchester] with unspeakable fear, and his voice trembled: "I don't have Dean Winchester's soul, not me, not me!"

[Sam Winchester] holds up a finger and gives a little hiss.

"I can, I can help you find his soul!" See [Sam Winchester] unmoved, the strong desire to survive made the voodoo wizard hiss, "As long as there is Dean Winchester Ster's bloody hair, the transformation of the blood spell, as long as he is still in this world, I can locate his position!"

"You should know what the consequences of disappointing me will be." [Sam Winchester] said lightly, but he raised his foot and gently rubbed off the anti-magic formation drawn on the ground, releasing the voodoo Warlock.

"So, don't disappoint me."