A suburb outside Lincoln, Nebraska, USA.

The sky was full of sunshine, and a gentle breeze swept across the land, creating ripples in the green wheat fields that grew on the undulating surface.

The industrious old farmer was now walking on the narrow ridge between the wheat fields, scanning the neat crops around him, occasionally stopping to look at the crops, and then showing a satisfied smile.

A Labrador white dog followed the farmer quietly, and the owner walked him, and the owner stopped and sat on the dirt floor, looking up at everything around him, and sticking out his tongue quietly.

Deep in the green wheat field, surrounded by a few birch trees, is a rectangular white-roofed house, with a courtyard warehouse and a wooden-painted balustrade that encloses all living areas and separates them from the farm.

In the distance, at the edge of the line of sight, a similar wooden hut swells stood quietly, close to the farmer's quarters—a distant but neighbor.

The weather was good today, so it was rare for the old farmer, who was not in good health, to walk his dog outside for a while, and after a little panting, he thought about going back to take medicine.

It's just that he hasn't taken a few steps back, a shadow quietly appears above his head, and when he looks up, he finds that the sky that was still clear is now a large number of clouds gathering from all directions!

The clouds gathered slowly and quickly, shadows spread over the earth, and the wind suddenly blew up, rattling the surrounding wheat fields, and the houses not far away also creaking and grinding.

Seeing this, the old farmer hurriedly covered his straw hat and trotted all the way to the house, but before he could run, the dark clouds completely enveloped him, and then there was a boom, and a thunderclap was released!

Heavy rain followed suit.

"What the hell weather!" Muttering, the old farmer braved the rain for some distance, and finally walked into the door like a chicken in soup.

His little white dog was a step behind and was accidentally locked out of the door, and couldn't help but let out a whimper. But after a while, the old man remembered him, and a crack opened in the doorway, and the puppy eagerly slipped into it.

The rainwater drips on the ground, and a man and a dog clean up the stagnant water in their own ways, and the old farmer is relieved.

Looking out of the window, you can clearly see that the sky outside has just been cloudless, but at this time it is full of black clouds, black clouds are surging, dazzling thunder and lightning are brewing in it, from time to time "roar" flashes out, heavy rain pours down, slapping on the window under the blowing of the wind, making a loud sound, like hail.

"The Meteorological Observatory is clearly forecasting no rain around Lincoln City." The old farmer muttered, watched all this, and involuntarily began to suspect the inaction of some government departments, and began to curse indignantly.

It's just that if he could see everything clearly, then he would find that the lightning and thunderous rain only appeared around a few farms nearby, and the sky was still clear beyond that!

Clear skies enveloped in clouds, torrential rain poured down in a limited area, thunder, and strong winds...... This weather is very abnormal.

Dark clouds covered several nearby farms, and the flames were extinguished by the rain as the wind and torrential rain struck the trees that grew on the earth. The local weather bureau, the police, and reporters from major television stations arrived here one after another, but in the face of the violent climate, it was difficult for them to get close, and they could only stop at the edge.

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"Up to now, the weather change has caused three farms to be destroyed, thirteen houses to collapse, casualties can not be determined for the time being, and the specific situation needs to be followed up......" In the live broadcast screen, gloomy dark clouds shrouded the surroundings, the wind blew the female reporter's hair messily, and the microphone whirred in the wind, so that she had to speak with her throat at this time, and the environment was quite difficult.

"It doesn't seem to be far from here......"

The blonde young woman behind the bar looked slightly nervous as she watched the screen intently, but she hadn't been watching it long before the TV scene suddenly changed to a calm talk show.

A middle-aged man and a big fat man, each sitting on a single sofa, have a relaxed demeanor and face facing the camera.

"A Song of Ice and Fire series of books has been enthusiastically followed by many fantasy fans since its release, and has set many unprecedented records since its release, so what was your original intention for creating this book, Mr. Martin?"

"Well, well, I think everyone knows that I'm a Marvel Comics fan, and I ...... create this book."

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"That boring little medieval yellow book?" Retracting her gaze and pouting, the blonde young woman turned her head to look, and sure enough, her mother, Ellen, was now putting down the remote control and raised an eyebrow at her.

So she had no choice but to cross her waist.

She is not interested in the fantasy that is always dead and dead, but her mother likes it very much, every time the fat old man goes on a certain show, she never misses a look, and every time the other party drags the draft, she always can't help but scold, and complains and complains to her daughter.

You can see how fascinated it is.

"But the content is really boring." Lying in the bar, the young woman supported her chin with her hand, looking at everything in this small bar boredly, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the movements of a long-haired young man not far away at this time, and her mind moved, and then she came up.

"Arthur, did you think the weather change you just talked about on TV has something to do with ghosts? Or some other monster? ”

"Ghosts? Monster? Maybe it's a demon? Anyway, it's probably not a good thing. The long-haired young man replied perfunctorily, staring at the laptop screen without blinking, his head wearing headphones, his expression focused, as if he was listening intently.

"What are you playing?"

"Blizzard's new online game...... Highly recommend you to play, Joe, if you agree, I can take you to upgrade when you have time, yes, there is time. ”

Absentmindedly responding, all the young man's thoughts were basically on the screen, muttering some vague words in his mouth, but in the blink of an eye, he suddenly screamed.

"Hey, wait, wait, what are you doing!"

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"Oh my God! Run, run, run......"

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"Fried chicken!? Shit's fried chicken! ”

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"Slut! Go to hell!! ”

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The shouting young Arthur looked insane, but he was usually so out of tune that the young woman didn't care, and she was equally uncurious about what he was doing.

So after a few glances, she looked away with no interest, turned her head, and suddenly found that her mother was not watching a TV interview at this time, but was standing in the corner of the bar and listening quietly on the phone.

Her mother's face was slightly serious, which made her intrigued, so she pretended to wipe the bar with a rag and gradually approached, and began to eavesdrop with her ears pricked up.

Unfortunately, the other party was far away and her voice was very small, and she could only hear some vague words.

Winchester, the brothers, Bobby and more.

So seeing that the other party put down the phone, she couldn't help but lean in and ask.

"Mom, who's calling?"

The middle-aged woman replied, "We may have a new guest soon." ”

"Hunter?"

"Of course." She replied, and then saw her daughter's look full of interest, and couldn't help rubbing the other party's beautiful blonde hair angrily: "Please, Joe, everyone here is a hunter, nothing unusual." ”

"But new faces are rare." The young woman named Joe retorted, ignoring her mother's busy appearance of turning around to wipe her wine glass, and said to herself: "Most of the people who come to us are people my father once knew, or they introduced me, but my father has already ...... Maybe we ......"

"Maybe we can stop the topic." Hearing the last middle-aged woman turned her head and glanced at her, "I have to settle accounts later, if you are very idle, go and clean up table No. 3, old Neil just left, thank you." ”

She said that it was an order, but it was an order, Qiao puffed out his mouth depressedly when he heard this, but he did not resist, but honestly picked up the rag under the counter and prepared to work.

But before she could get out of the counter, there was a sudden commotion above her head.

Looking up, I found that the TV hanging on the TV stand on the ceiling of the bar had no signal at the moment, and the flickering appearance of black and white snowflakes obviously made the face of the middle-aged woman not far away darken.

Jo couldn't help but hook her mouth, as if she was laughing, but immediately afterward, she couldn't laugh.

The soothing music playing on the old radio not far away suddenly began to be intermittent, the incandescent lamps used for the auxiliary lighting overhead began to rattle like a short circuit of electricity, and the refrigerator next to the bar flickered a few times before going out in an instant.

All kinds of signs emerged one after another, in the bar, playing games, drinking and chatting, playing billiards, everyone's movements stopped because of this.

Then they hurriedly took out a special device similar to a detector from their pockets or packages, pulled up the antenna and turned on the switch, and the crazy and sharp alarm sounded everywhere!

The sound of the sirens was chaotic, howling from all sides of the bar, and the cacophony made everyone frown. His gaze shifted with the detector, eventually to the door of the bar.

The sound of guns being loaded was incessant.

When the vision appeared, everyone was vigilant, and even the middle-aged proprietress took out a well-maintained Xia shotgun from under the bar, clicked and loaded, and pointed the deep muzzle in the direction of the door.

So, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the door of the bar was pushed open shortly after, and a foot in a quaint black buckskin boot stepped in.