“When did you get injured?”

When recalling his previous memories, the young man couldn't help but wonder.

"He wasn't injured?"

"What was the last task?" Chuck thought while opening his computer to save the manuscript. The title made him think quickly.

"Yes, the Philadelphia apartment kills people in serial..."

Murmuring, he clicked the mouse, quickly opened the manuscript he had written before, and then began proofreading.

‘No, Joe, we can’t go now.’ Standing in the dungeon, Dean said seriously “Your previous proposal is good, maybe we should…”

...

‘The ghost surrounded by the salt circle was wailing, panicked in place, looking at it now, three of them…’

...

A mixer truck was retracted by Dean to the entrance of the open space. Then he pressed the switch and a large amount of cement was poured into the entrance along the pipe. They believed that after doing this, the terrifying ghost would never think about it and harm people."

...

"I was not injured, why were I injured?" After sweeping around, the bearded young man couldn't find any description of the injury, so he couldn't help frowning.

He then thought again that when he wrote about the roadside bar, he originally planned to let Dean have a bad relationship with the bar owner's daughter, but he was confused and wrote it as a passerby.

Afterwards, he thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what he thought at the beginning. In the end, it was because Dean had just lost his father and it was not suitable to tease the girl again, so he gave up.

But now it seems...

"I won't have any brain problems, it's over, and the publisher is still urging the manuscript..." As he thought about it, the young man showed despair, but before he could think about anything more, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.

He turned his head and found that the originally normal light in the house suddenly became bright, so bright that he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his eyes.

Soon after, the light disappeared, and the young man put down his arms, but his expression seemed to have changed.

Looking at the computer screen, Chuck frowned, not seeing any action he had next, but the sky above the city of Philadelphia, thousands of miles away, suddenly surging.

The breeze came inexplicably and passed by gently. Everyone on the road took a breath of relief. The sunlight became warm like spring in the blink of an eye, not at all like the climate that should be when winter approached. In the sky, white clouds quickly gathered in all directions.

At the same time, a feeling of peace and peace inexplicably emerged in the hearts of all Philadelphia residents. The original fast pace also slowed down, and countless people suddenly had a strange idea of ​​letting go of everything.

“Huh?”

A surprising sound came from a certain residence.

...

Philadelphia

In the room 207 of the old apartment, the sun shone in through the glass window in the afternoon. The group of people in the house were packing their bags near the sofa and preparing to leave.

He put the gun into his backpack with one hand. Dean, who had a swollen and blue face, applied his face with ice, and said to the two opposite in a rough voice: "Did you see it? You two rookies, this is the life of hunters. We are lucky. We will be fine after a while of cultivation. No one knows that the unlucky one dies inside."

His voice seemed quite strange because of the injury on his face, but his words could still be heard.

"That's right, and climbing the sewer is not easy." Sam, who was standing by, took over the conversation. He was rubbing his head with a towel at this moment, and the unpleasant smell on his body seemed to be much lighter because of taking a shower, but it still exists.

"There are also digging graves, stealing, rushing private houses, stealing credit cards, and coercing and tempting..."

"But you saved a lot of lives, aren't you?" Joe, who was sitting on the sofa, pulled the backpack zipper and said seriously: "This is the true meaning of hunters, not complaining about difficulties."

"I really have no common language with you." Dean seemed to be touched by a valve when he heard this, and laughed in anger, "My father died not long ago. Where is your father? What do you think is a fun thing?"

"Nothing is fun!" Qiao frowned and retorted: "Compared to dying quietly, I would rather choose this kind of life and choose the life my father used to be. I have always been proud of him. Is this also wrong?!"

"Your dad won't want you to do that."

"Is that true? But you are not my dad, Dean, take care of yourself!"

...

The scene was a little cold for a while. After a moment of silence, the atmosphere felt really dull. Charles, who was beside him raised his eyebrows and asked, "I'm very curious, why did that ghost slap you in the face?"

As soon as he said this, Dean, who had a gloomy face for a long time, couldn't help but grin.

"Maybe it looks handsome."

He said, but he pulled the wound on his face and couldn't help but grin in pain.

Sam, who was also covering his face next to him, felt a little empathetic.

"I'm wondering, how should we do the task in this situation."

"Open the mission? Come on, Sammy, I don't want to sway around with a pig's head. I think we'd better rest for a while."

"Just staring at Arthur's progress." Speaking of this, Dean's face was so relaxed that he could not help but restrain his ease, and his heart was heavy. He began to concentrate on packing his bags with a penis face.

The two brothers are currently tracking a demon who has a lot to do with their father's death. They went to the roadside bar not long ago because of this.

It’s just that the demons are not so easy to track, so they only came out to find something to do during the gap.

They have done this since they were young and have long treated it as a career, so they would run around once they had time. Secondly, when they were idle, they would inevitably think of their father who had passed away. When they were busy, they would be better off.

...

After everything was ready, the group walked out of the door with large and small packages. But after a few steps, Charles suddenly stopped.

[You are being shrouded in the power of unknown exploration]

【Your talent is immune to this investigation】

[Please note that there have been abnormal changes in nearby fate]
Chapter completed!