Summoned once in a few decades, there is also an ethereal thing that I don't know what it is, in exchange for the continued dependence of the two people, and the peace of the whole world.

No one would turn down a deal that seemed so fair, not even the Winchester brothers, especially after having made a deal with the devil, Sam quickly agreed, and Dean surprisingly had no objections.

Although the two of them still muttered a little in their hearts, they felt that they had fallen into some trap, but they couldn't find fault with it, and maybe they would find a loss in the future, but, brother, who will care about the future, let's get through the difficulties in front of them first.

Carlo was in a happy mood and was happy to have made his first business in the truest sense of the word.

The Winchester brothers had no idea what secrets they had, and that they were deeply involved in heaven and hell, though they couldn't tell the slightest hint of it now.

Carlo is not a pit for them, Carlo pits those people standing behind them, if one day, the archangel and the demon king of hell come to the world, and suddenly find that the skin that he has chosen a long time ago has already been branded with the mark of others, and he is controlled everywhere, then he doesn't know how cute it will be to be like thunder.

Many big people like to play this kind of trading trick with small people, and in addition to some shackles, this kind of fun of calculating and being calculated probably accounts for a large part of the reason.

At least he's having fun, Carlo thought.

"Wow.. It hurts so much.." Dean muttered a few words, and took the bleeding finger into his mouth.

Carlo looked at the two yellowed parchments in his hand with satisfaction, he didn't even use magic, but deliberately exchanged two soul contracts from the system, after all, his soul magic may be broken, but the system will not have such concerns, that is the existence that even the will of the abyss can shield.

The parchment stained with the blood of the Winchester brothers burned in Carlo's hands, and the ashes dissipated into the air, and Carlo suddenly clearly felt the existence of Dean and Sam's souls, like holding the palm of his hand, life and death in his thoughts.

The contract is concluded.

"All right!" Carlo took out three glasses, poured golden amber whiskey into each glass, and handed them to the brothers with a smile: "To celebrate the deal, we must have a good drink." ”

This time neither refused.

"I still can't believe that I was with an evil person. Well, the deal was made, and the mood was even a little lighter.."

Dean looked at the empty glass and muttered with a complicated expression.

Sam looked at his brother with the same expression, this kid was so bold when he traded with Carlo, and he was a little weak after the trade, and he must have thought to himself now whether he was doing it right.

"Alright, Winchester.." Carlo threw away the empty wine glass in his hand, patted Dean and Sam on the shoulders, and laughed, "Go and enjoy your hard-won life, if that little cousin who likes to hide at the intersection and deceive people finds you..."

Carlo held out his thumb and little finger to his ear and gestured to answer the phone, "Remember to call me."

With that, Carlo strode towards the door.

Dean shouted behind him, "Hey, what are you going to do?"

Carlo paused slightly, looked back and smiled secretly, and said in a low voice, "At the request of your trade... to save the world.."

Carlo's figure slowly disappeared into the air like foam on the water, and Dean turned his head to look at his brother and said a little speechlessly, "I can't believe that such words could come out of the mouth of a demon."

He muttered, and suddenly his face changed dramatically, as if he remembered something, and exclaimed, "Oh, we forgot to ask him for his phone number. Hell knows where to go when the time comes."

...

Moscow, Volkramsk Plain.

In the midst of the falling snow, Carlo wore a thick black robe and cape, with a neat and elegant high-end suit inside, his lava-like dark golden hair was covered with snow, and the whole person looked noble, elegant, and indifferent.

"Sebastian Palakba.."

Carlo softly pronounced the long, awkward name of the place.

“.. Number Sixteen.."

This is a cemetery, behind the black iron gate carved with intricate patterns, there is a dense snow-covered tombstone, cold and solemn.

Carlo retracted his gaze and walked towards the cemetery step by step, his black cloak dragging on the ground, wrapped in wind and snow, but there was no trace of any footprints.

During the Second World War, the mad German Nazis, in order to save their fate from overturning, held an evil ritual under the leadership of one person, opened the passage between the world and hell, and summoned the evil son of Satan to the world.

Unfortunately, the wheel of fate was unstoppable, and despite the absurdity of the process, they failed, the Grand Wizard who presided over the ceremony was swept into hell, the Nazis were killed and wounded, and even the sons of Satan, whom they had worked so hard to summon, were abducted into the camp of the so-called righteous side.

But now, thanks to the two trouble-breakers of the Winchester family, they have pried open a crack in hell, and hundreds of demons have slipped into the world, including the guy who summoned the son of Satan, who has returned from hell and will carry out his unfinished mission.

Then, Carlo came here with the love and peace of the world. Hehe..

"I'm trying to make things a little bit more chaotic... But if it's a mess, it's not fun." Carlo muttered to himself, "Let me see, where is your tomb?"

Carlo wandered the cemetery like a ghost in the night, but it was too big, and the writing on the tombstone was covered in snow, and even he was not easy to find.

"Ask a local for directions.."

Carlo glanced casually at a tombstone beside him, his gaze fell, the snow parted, and the cement-covered tomb rumbled, and in an instant it split apart, revealing the black coffin inside.

Then the black coffin also cracked, revealing a corpse that was about to rot into dry bones.

Carlo stretched out his white and slender right index finger, and a little light blue flame swayed quietly on his finger, and then fell lightly on the bones, and the wind and snow roared violently.

"The spirits of the undead who wander the world obey my call."

Carlo whispered, and the dry bones in front of him suddenly made a crisp "click" sound, and the hollow eye sockets of the dry bones lit up green again, and the jaw moved, and it came to life.

"Quack.. Who's calling me?.. Without a liter of blood, I.. Big, big.."

A dry and hoarse voice sounded, and he laughed a few times, then shuddered, and humbly prostrated himself in front of Carlo.

"Tell me, where is Gregory's tomb?"

Carlo looked down at it indifferently.

Dry Bones was stunned for a moment, "Is that the Gregorian who escaped from hell?"

Carlo glanced at it coldly, noncommittal, and the dry bones hurriedly bowed their heads, and shouted in an ugly voice, "Please come with me, my lord."