American Drama World Exorcism

"Where are we going?"

Sam followed York and asked puzzledly.

"Go collect the bills."

While answering, York looked at the mirror in his hand. In the mirror, a pointer was spinning round and round. On the edge of the mirror, weird totems were depicted, one of which was painted red.

Finally, the pointer stopped and pointed to a bat whose body was penetrated by a short blade with a hand in its mouth.

"Algietax..."

York put away the mirror, groaning.

"Algietax? What is that?"

Sam asked.

York recovered from thinking and said with a smile

"It's one of our customers, who owes us a lot."

"US?"

"Yes, we."

York pointed at himself, then at Sam.

"Do you remember your mother?"

York turned and walked and asked.

"I don't remember." Sam shook his head. "Mother died shortly after I was born."

"Yes, your mother was killed by Arthur."

Sam looked at York with some surprise.

"Don't look at me like that."

York seemed to have eyes behind his back.

"Have you investigated your mother?"

Sam shook his head and nodded again.

He didn't investigate much, but he had read the data compiled by his father and his brother.

"Your mother, Mary Winchester. A man worthy of respect."

York's voice was a little serious.

"She could have brought the Campbell family back to glory, and made the recorder's name resounding again. But she fell in love with a hunter."

Sam felt a little bit wrong, he slowed down silently, pulling the distance between York and York.

"She even married a hunter!"

York became agitated, and Sam drew farther away.

"Hunter, huh."

York sneered and ended the conversation.

"We're here. This is the Aljitax family."

Sam looked around, and just now he focused all his energy on York and didn't notice the surrounding situation. Now it seems that they actually went from the United States to Mexico in just a few hours? ? ?

York looked up and looked in front of him. This is a bar, very old, very western-style bar.

The bar looks a little dilapidated. Several wooden boards are nailed together, and a bat with spread wings is carved crookedly on it. The bat was pierced by a dagger, and the handle of the dagger was left in the bat's mouth and held by one hand. live.

York took out a bow-like instrument with a few strings on it.

York fluctuated the string, tried the tone, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Ancient Legend

Mystical oath

That was a long time ago

Aljitax is still a little bat

He is a sinister villain

He betrayed his master

Now, his master comes to collect the debt

Algitax, are you ready?

Algitax, are you ready to pay the debt?

This must be God's will

Thousands of years later, Campbell came to collect debts

Aljitax, little bat, are you ready..."

York sang a weird tune while playing, and pushed the door into the bar.

"Hello everyone, introduce yourself."

York held the harp in his arms, performed a strange manner, and smiled.

"I'm York Campbell, a bard from afar, and I'm here to collect debts, Aljitax."

Sam hesitated for a moment, then walked into the bar, opened his mouth and watched York introduce himself to the corpses on the floor, and couldn't help taking two steps back.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that someone is also coming to collect debts. That's great."

York clapped his hands, kicked the body of a strong man next to him, and walked towards the back of the bar.

"This bar has a long history. It was built by the Campbell family with the help of poor Aljitax, and it was used for the livelihood of Aljitax."

York babbled about the origin of the bar to Sam.

"At that time, the place was full of drunks and beautiful girls every day. Of course, romantic and funny bards were indispensable. They were all people who came here to listen to the stories of the bards from far away..."

………………

Kurzak frowned as he looked at the scene in the bar in the water polo.

The appearance of York Campbell was completely an accident.

Kurzak doesn't like accidents, especially when it comes to such knots.

"Yelena, go and stare at York, and can't let him ruin our plan."

Kurzak ordered.

Not long after Yelena left, Kurzak's gaze was once again on the water polo, and at this time the water polo had switched back to Hawkins Town.

Seeing the increasingly gloomy weather, Kurzak couldn't help straightening his body, a little nervous.

………………

Hawkins Town.

"Okay, I will stay to help you." Ophelia was a little surprised by Benny's answer, but still gave a promise.

"But if you can't resist, you must follow me."

"For any wizard partner, we will never give up."

Benny smiled and nodded, then turned and walked back.

"If what you said is true, it's better to help me save Hawkinstown."

Algitrax can't be trusted!

Ophelia can't be trusted either!

This is the conclusion reached by Benny after a short period of thought.

He met three people today and said three different things to him, but in essence, they were actually reminding him of two things:

First, his opponent is a wizard **** named Chuck;

Second, no one can be trusted.

Benny thinks this is a bit like a paradox. If no one is credible, the words of Smith, Reaper, and Ophelia are naturally not credible, but they reminded him that no one can be credible.

Benny doesn't know what these three people are thinking, but what is certain is that when things have reached this point, he should have his own opinion and follow the idea of ​​"No one can be trusted".

These three people should all have some purpose.

Ophelia seemed to want to deceive herself back to that strange place, perhaps because she was useless this time given that she escaped from there last time.

The **** of death is temporarily unclear, but this gentleman who has given him a lot of help seems to be aloof, out of the way, looking like a bystander. Since he showed up today and said something full of meaning to himself, it means that he shouldn't show it. So stay out of the matter.

The last is Smith.

Starting from his heart, Benny didn't want to doubt this grumpy old man at all.

In his heart, Smith has faintly equated with John, Bobby, and even Hope. But today, this impulsive old man behaved strangely.

So, what is the purpose of this kind old man?

Thinking of this, Benny stopped, and he slowly raised his head, looking up at the sky that was gloomy for some time.

"Ophelia, they seem to be coming."

Ophelia walked to Benny's side from behind and nodded slowly.

"Yes, they are coming. And the worst result."