"A soldier who fought for the Union appeared in the American Civil War. He was one of the most violent and bloodthirsty soldiers on the battlefield. His reputation throughout the war.

After the war, he was respected by everyone, and he was feared not only by his enemies but also by his allies. After that, he returned to Texas to receive the bounty from the Indian scalp..."

Listening to the approaching footsteps, Tulip directly interrupted Adam's whisper.

"The touching story of the old man will be told later. We need to know his weakness now, otherwise we will die in ten minutes."

Dean grabbed the computer, scanned the records in a glance, and said

"He is the living dead."

"Living dead?"

"Yes, his soul is broken, but no one has died. He has been tortured repeatedly in hell. It is said that his actions before going to **** attracted the attention of the lord of hell. The lord of **** turned his wings into two. The pistol was given to him. The pistol has the ability to die, and the victim will die immediately and be sent to hell."

"Gone?"

"Gone."

Jesse took the computer and looked at it again.

"It says that he became like this for his wife and children."

"Lord of Hell?" Sam chewed on this word, and asked carefully.

"I remember that the lord of **** does not have wings. How can the devil give birth to wings?"

"The above said he was from the Civil War. At that time, the lord of **** was not Arthur. It was Lucifer."

Dean explained, then looked at Jesse.

"This shows that he cares about his wife and children, and we may be able to try to take advantage of this."

Jesse thought of some poor guy who had been accidentally sent to **** by him, and had a plan in mind.

He stuffed the computer into Tulipp's arms and suddenly stood up and walked out.

"Jesse!"

"return!"

"You are crazy!"

Jesse waved at the crowd and faced the holy killer.

"Hi!"

Jesse raised his hand and stood there, seeing the holy killer raising his pistol, said quickly

"I know you miss your wife and children, I can reunite you!"

The Holy Killer paused and continued to raise his arm.

"You know what's inside me! I can help you enter heaven!"

The holy killer pointed directly at Jesse, but did not pull the trigger.

Jesse breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

Since he didn't do it, it means he was moved.

It’s fine if the heart is touched, and everything has to be talked about.

"I can help you enter heaven, reunite with your wife and children, you let us go."

Jesse made the condition quickly.

The holy killer was silent for a moment, and slowly put away the gun, he pulled a chair, and sat down against the bedroom door, with his legs folded and pestle against the wall.

"You have an hour."

The holy killer spoke.

His voice was low and hoarse, like a ball of sandpaper in his throat, very unpleasant.

Jesse looked at the people in the bedroom.

"Ok!"

"I heard that your wife and children died of a plague. Really?"

Dean stood up, raised his hands and walked slowly over.

"I heard that you have already got the medicine, but because you were nosy on the way, you got into a fight with people, and the time was lost.

When you go back, your wife and children's body has been almost eaten by the vultures. Is that right? "

Dean approached the holy killer as he spoke.

Before he could do anything, the holy killer suddenly lowered his legs against the wall and shook his clothes with one hand. The handle of the knife hanging from his waist was held in his hand and pierced Dean's stomach.

"Dean!"

Sam was shocked, stood up abruptly, opened his hands, an invisible wave urged, and abruptly resisted the hilt of the holy killer.

Dean took the opportunity to rush forward and knocked the holy killer with a chair to the ground.

Jesse on the side came back to his senses at this time, and ignored Dean's recklessness.

"Don't move!"

Jesse held the gun in both hands, pointed directly at the forehead of the holy killer, and shouted loudly.

The holy killer stopped.

Dean, who was bruised and swollen under the pressure of the holy slayer, quickly pushed the holy slayer down, staggered to his feet, and punched the holy slayer in the face.

"hiss--"

The Holy Killer didn't even break a trace of oily skin, but Dean, shaking his hands and inhaling ceaselessly.

"Sam?"

Just as Dean was about to say something triumphantly, an exclamation came from the bedroom.

Dean turned his head and saw Sam, who was bleeding from his nose, was held by Tulip and Adam, lying motionless.

Dean was blindfolded with a sound in his head.

He stepped mechanically into the bedroom. Squeezing Tulip and Adam, trembling hands hugged Sam, after feeling Sam's steady breathing, he let out a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground.

"You scared me to death."

Dean picked up Sam, put him on the bed, and whispered.

He didn't know, at this moment, his face was full of tears.

When everyone saw that Sam was okay, their attention returned to the corridor.

In the corridor.

The holy killer stood up slowly.

"Don't move!"

Jesse took a step back and shouted loudly.

The holy killer did not heed Jesse's scolding, stood up from his own care, wiped his face, and grabbed his hand towards Jesse.

Jesse's eyes widened and pulled the trigger hard.

Don't move!

In Jesse's horrified eyes, the holy killer regained the pistol.

He blew the barrel lightly, and the barrel immediately became hot and red.

The holy killer took the flushing pistol and walked into the bedroom without looking at it. He shot Dean with a shot.

boom----

Dean's eyes widened, tears still hung on his face, and his head fell to the ground.

On his forehead, a bullet hole was clearly visible.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the smell of roasted meat.

"Fifty-three minutes."

The holy killer put his gun into its sheath, raised the chair, sat down, and said lightly.

He put his legs on the wall again, leaving a string of black marks on the wall, and the chair under his hips creaked.

"I... I will go now!"

Jessie turned around and ran downstairs, full of excitement.

………………

Washington, bachelor apartment.

Chuck seemed to have a feeling, retracted the thinker's gaze, picked up the notebook on the side, opened it and looked at it, and laughed happily.

He raised the notebook and shook it in front of the old gentleman.

"Look, I guessed it right."

In the notebook, lines of handwriting slowly emerged.

"... Dean Winchester's soul was sent to hell, almost collapsed in the torture over and over again..."

Chuck picked up the pen happily and continued to write.

"...Finally, Dean Winchester couldn't stand the temptation of the devil. He became an accomplice of the devil. Together with the devil, he used cruel methods, even more cruel, and began to torment one soul after another. To the light of God illuminate hell.

The servants of God brought him new news.

The merciful God gave him the opportunity to be born again. This is the grace of God and the gift of the merciful Lord. "

At this point, Chuck can't wait to show it to the old gentleman.

"How? How did I write?"