Chapter 67 Isn’t he just the yellow-eyed devil? Fuck him!
Late night.
The room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, and various empty bottles of beer, liquor, and whiskey were scattered on the coffee table. Sam and Teddy were already drunk and were lying on the sofa hugging each other. above, making a steady snoring sound.
On the other side, Lango and Dean were sitting on the sofa smoking cigars. The smoke was filling the air. Although both of their faces looked a little drunk, they were still conscious.
After previous conversations, they both understood what was happening around each other.
"You pushed Sam too hard."
Lango's eyes fell on Sam's tired face, he shook his head and sighed, "He just graduated from the Ivy League, and a great career prospect is waiting for him, but now he has to run around every day, searching for traces of the yellow-eyed devil. This is not who he is now." should be faced.”
Dean smiled when he heard this, with a proud smile on his lips, "I never forced him, he chose this path by himself."
"You may not believe it, but he has memorized all the exorcism passages in the Bible by heart, just to help me better."
" Along the way, he and I have become more and more compatible and have eliminated countless dark creatures. Now people in the south are saying that Sam and I are evil stars and twin evil spirits! Wherever we go, there are dark creatures everywhere. Be in trouble!"
"Double fools are more or less the same."
Lange joked, and then sighed softly: "You are a very good brother. Compared with you, I am far behind. I can't even take care of my niece, and I have to give it to others for education."
Dean patted him on the shoulder and said with relief: "Emma's matter cannot be easily solved by anyone. You can suppress the malice in her heart immediately and send her to the witch college, which is already very good."
"The culprit of all this is the yellow-eyed demon."
Speaking of this guy, Dean's eyes became fierce, "I don't know what kind of grudge he has against our family, first my uncle and the others, then my mother, and even Emma now..."
Having said this, he secretly observed Lango's reaction, as if testing his attitude towards the yellow-eyed devil.
Lange nodded heavily with gloomy eyes, "It's a pity that this guy has been hiding in hell. We have to find a way to fish this old guy out."
"besides."
Before he finished speaking, he turned to look at Dean and asked seriously: "Is your kid hiding something from me? Why, you don't trust me?"
Dean's expression suddenly froze. After hesitating for a while, he smiled bitterly: "If I can't trust you, then I really don't know who to trust."
He glanced at Sam, who was still sleeping, and then leaned close to Lango and whispered in Lango's ear.
As he finished speaking, Lango's brows frowned more and more.
"In other words, the yellow-eyed demon planted the seeds of demon blood in Sam when he was young, with the intention of transforming Sam's physique into a demon body and turning him into a vessel for Lucifer to descend?"
"That's right."
Dean nodded with a solemn expression, "Lucifer has disappeared in hell for hundreds of years, and there are many complicated legends about him."
"Some say he was sealed in the deepest part of hell, while others say he has long since died."
"There are even more outrageous claims that Lucifer was tired of the life in hell, gave up his power and landed on earth. There is even a location, in Los Angeles."
"However, as Lucifer's right-hand man, the Yellow-Eyed Demon firmly believes that he is sealed somewhere in hell. Only by finding a suitable container can he unlock the seal and release the legions of hell."
Lange couldn't help but feel speechless after hearing this. What kind of seal is so weak that it can be unsealed by finding a container in the world?
"etc."
He raised his hand to interrupt Dean's speculation, "How did you find out about all this?"
"We've met him!"
Dean said solemnly: "In Texas, in addition to Sam, that damn bastard also selected many spare containers, and also prepared seven leaders symbolizing the seven deadly sins for the Hell Army. The youngest among them is Emma About the same size.”
"Did they fight?" Lange asked.
"Just a little bit! I almost succeeded!!"
Dean clenched his fists in frustration, "If it weren't for the interference from his men, I could kill this bastard with one shot!"
As he spoke, the boy took out a revolver from his waist and slapped it on the table.
Lango was stunned when he saw it. Why did this gun look so familiar?
"This gun was left behind by my father. According to legend, it is fatal to any dark creature, whether it is a big demon or a spirit."
Snap——
There was a bit of pride in Dean's words, but before he finished speaking, Lange actually took out a revolver with a similar shape.
"My gun was left behind by my grandfather."
Lango didn't explain too much. He picked up the two guns and compared them. Although the shapes were similar, Dean's gun didn't have many patterns on it, and the bullets were duller in color.
How should I put it, it's like a low-end version.
"How. How come there are two?" Dean was stunned.
"What's so surprising about this? Have you never seen a Western movie? Which of the cowboys in it doesn't have double revolvers?" Rango played with the two guns, with a hint of playfulness in his tone: "Yours should be a female, and mine should be a female." The handle is male, so it may be more powerful.”
"You can even see this?!"
Dean scratched his head, then stretched out his hand to Lango's "majestic gun", "How about we switch weapons?"
"You think beautifully!"
Lango slapped his hand away, and then directly pinned the revolver behind his waist.
Seeing Dean's reluctant look, he glared.
"Still looking at it? If you look at this female one again, I will confiscate it from you!"
"mean."
Lango smiled, then became serious, "So this is what you concealed from me?"
Dean shook his head, his expression becoming more solemn: "There is one more important thing. After escaping from the yellow-eyed demon last time, we received news that that guy is currently wandering around the world, intending to awaken all the demon seeds he planted. , and Sam is his ultimate goal. He may come to you soon."
"We. We really can't find help."
Dean hesitated: "I'm sorry Rango, if you think we are causing you trouble, Sam and I will leave now."
Snap——!
Hearing this, Lange became furious and slapped Dean on the forehead!
He glared at Dean and cursed: "Do you think I'm afraid of the yellow-eyed devil? I came back to New York just to kill this bastard!"
"You said before that you came back because of Emma and your first girlfriend." Dean covered his head and retorted with an aggrieved look.
"Shut up!"
Lango immediately interrupted the boy's words, then softened his tone, and pulled Dean close, his eyes full of seriousness and determination.
"Believe me Dean, I haven't been this excited for a long time. Let us brothers join forces this time to kill that dirty bastard! Let him see how powerful the Winchester family is!"
"Yes! Kill him!" Dean roared excitedly, his eyes flashing with the flames of revenge.
Lango smiled slightly, lit a cigarette, and slowly shook his head, "According to your statement, the Yellow-Eyed Devil has many men around him now, and they are all the demon seeds he planted before."
"That's right, there were more than a dozen people when we met him last time, and this time there will be more!" Dean looked grim.
"I understand, it seems we have to find some help."
At the same time, far away in the Witch College in Boston, the night was like ink and everything was silent.
In the dormitory, all the students were asleep, and only a faint light came from the luxurious bedroom on the top floor.
Emma curled up on the snow-white bed, her brows furrowed, her forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, and her body couldn't help shaking slightly.
She was holding a picture frame tightly in her arms.
That was a family photo that Lange specially took with her when they left for Boston.
In the photo, everyone, whether it's Meghan or McQueen, is smiling so brightly, even she herself is forcing a smile on her face, looking like she's hopeless.
Outside the gate of the college, a thick black mist rose quietly and spread quickly.
Immediately afterwards, a tall, thin man with an indifferent expression walked out of the fog.
There was a cold aura surrounding him, and his pair of deep yellow eyes looked extremely dazzling in the darkness!
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The chaotic Khaos has just been opened up, and the desolate void welcomes souls from another world.
As the first soul in the world of Khaos, Ryan automatically became the god of spirituality.
However, the power of God comes from divine power, and spiritual existence is insignificant, so the new Ryan is weak.
There was no other way. In order not to be knocked to the ground by the torrent of fate, Ryan had no choice but to rely on himself.
Open up the interface and give birth to a spiritual life unique to you.
Create a sequence and spread the long steps to ascend to the gods.
Weaving a magic web, covering the sky, ocean and earth.
When the dusk bell rings, I hold the throne high and declare to all living beings from the top of the spiritual world:
The world has two sides, the physical and the spiritual.
Material things belong to the gods, and spiritual things belong to me. This is the truth of all things.
(End of chapter)