"Hey, he's coming towards us... What to do?.." Sam was a little nervous and muttered quietly without squinting.

Dean seemed much more natural, "Relax, don't be so nervous, we are the one who is right..." Have you heard the truth that justice will prevail?"

"Damn, how am I going to relax.." Sam scolded in a low voice, "This guy just raped a demon not long ago... Have you ever seen one in your exorcism?"

Dean pouted indifferently, "There's a first time for everything, doesn't it?"

As the two of them talked, they got closer and closer to the handsome young man they had been following, when suddenly, the sound of a siren whistled in the distance.

Dean glanced curiously, "Did something happen?"

"Can you concentrate a bit? man.." Sam reluctantly replied.

The two were only a few meters away from the target "demon", and at this moment, a white woman who was about to pass by the two of them suddenly flew out of her shopping bag and jumped into the hands of the two of them.

"Huh?" The two of them were stunned for a moment, and before they could react to what was going on, the hand holding the knife was no longer under their control, and they stepped forward and raised the kitchen knife in their hand towards the frightened white woman.

Dean stabbed the white woman in the heart, and Sam slashed the woman's throat, blood splattered out like a fountain and spilled both of them all over their heads.

"Hat?" the brothers were stunned.

The surrounding pedestrians screamed frantically, fleeing from the two from afar, the siren was approaching, the police car stopped, and more than a dozen New York police officers jumped out of the car, raised their guns to surround the two, and shouted: "Put down your weapons.."

The brothers were shocked and angry, and when they looked up, the handsome young man waved at the two of them with a real smile, his mouth opened and closed, and he faintly recognized that it was "byebye.."

"Damn, we've been tricked.." Dean watched as he disappeared into the crowd.

Sam stared at the woman on the ground twitching slightly like a dying fish, his face pale and abrupt, and muttered, "Dean, is this the first time?"

...

A long, deep kiss, lips and teeth separated, Roseanne has completely fallen into Johnny's sudden domineering and fiery, and the good memories of the past have also come flooding back.

"Okay, Johnny.." With a slight shyness, Luo Shan looked helplessly at the only man she loved, and said, "Tomorrow night at eight o'clock, the square restaurant.."

"Eight?" Johnny smiled triumphantly.

Roseanne sighed, nodded, and emphasized, "Don't be late, Johnny."

"Yes!" Johnny jumped up like a child, and the crowd of onlookers on the highway cheered and applauded.

"Johnny, sign us." Fans poured up, and Johnny, who was in a good mood, did not refuse, looking at the TV station car in the distance, looking like a teenager in love.

...

In the middle of nowhere, there is a small bar.

Despite being in such a remote place, the business of the bar is very good, and the entrance of the bar is full of all kinds of motorcycles, and it seems that it has become a gathering place for some mobs.

A tall, burly, bald man in a black leather jacket leaned against the door of the bar, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, and sipping it while scanning every guest with a cold look.

Suddenly, a small black dot appeared under the dim sky, which quickly enlarged and became a black shadow.

A strange man in a long black trench coat walked slowly towards the bar, he seemed to be wrapped in the cold winter, and with each step, the cold frost condensed on the ground, spreading all the way to the bald man.

The bald man glanced at the wine bottle in his hand, which had already been frozen into a lump of ice, straightened up, and stared at him gloomily.

"You're in the wrong place.."

The strange man seemed to be unaware and went straight in the direction of the bar door.

The bald man blocked the man's way and said viciously, "Are you deaf?"

Before he finished speaking, two huge gray wings bloomed behind the bald man, shaking slightly in the night sky.

"Here. . . Only angels are allowed to enter.."

The strange man finally set his eyes on the bald man, and he chuckled lowly, "Really? Angel."

"Of course, Angel.." The bald man suddenly spread his wings, and pointed at the monster man's chest fiercely, "What? Are you very upset?

The smile on the face of the bewitching man narrowed a little, and the whole mouth instantly festered into a hideous appearance with sharp teeth intertwined, he grabbed the bald man's hand, and the terrifying cold quickly spread to the latter's body, this is the frost from hell, freezing everything and plundering life.

The bald man's eyes widened suddenly, and he wanted to resist, but the power poured out of his body like a flood that burst the embankment, and his burly body shrank little by little, and his gray wings hung down weakly, and finally turned into a dry corpse.

The strange man tilted his head slightly, and his face showed a look of satisfaction and enjoyment.

"Wonderful taste.."

He muttered under his breath, then stepped into the bar.

Soon the bar resounded with the sound of violent collisions, accompanied by screams, and soon the whole bar fell silent.

The strange man walked to the middle of the bar, a glowing cross-star array, and he reached out to break it.

"Come out, friends of hell."

The demonic man's eyes turned pitch black, and his whole face was extremely hideous, calling loudly.

A thick black gas came out from under the floor of the bar, and the sand tumbled, and the yellow-brown sand slowly piled up, forming a strong flesh.

"Rock Demon.." The strange man sneered.

Then there was the sound of water droplets, the sound of a storm of wind passing, and two more figures in the dead bar.

An evil, weird, and depressing atmosphere enveloped the audience.

"Water Demons, Wind Demons..."

The demon crawled out of the foul-smelling stagnant water, his long hair hung down to his chest, his pale and gloomy face, and the water continued to flow, he gently wiped away a trace of water under his forehead, and his slender eyes were also wiped off by his fingers as if they had been painted, and new eyes quickly grew out again.

"Witchheart, should we thank you for saving your life?"

The hoarse sound, like rough stones rubbing against each other, came out of the yellow sand wind, and a figure was full of shadows.

The strange man smiled slightly and spread his hands: "I'm here to find you to conspire with great things.."

"Zatanos has been dead for 10,000 years, and your sentence should have ended long ago, and now is my time."

The rock-like demon said coldly, "What are you going to do?"

The strange man's face was hideous: "My father, I am trying to seize a territory, which is the most suitable paradise for dark creatures to survive, we can snatch it..." However, a contract is needed, and it is the title deed of the Holy Land of Hell."