144: Chapter 144 Test

Qin Ming's fingertip lit up with a ball of soft, golden Holy Light Power, which he pressed directly onto Robert's forehead.

The pure power of purification instantly coursed through Robert's entire body, sweeping away the remaining cold aura completely.

Robert's furrowed brow immediately relaxed, and his breathing became steady and deep.

[Ding! Purified low-level resentment, gained 5 points.]

Outside quickly became quiet. Emma walked back, skipping with her gun held upside down.

Clearly, that ghost in white didn't even get a chance to get close to her before being blasted to bits by azure rose.

"Brother, all done."

The abandoned highway outside Jericho Town was eerily desolate. Tall pine forests lined both sides, and a white mist almost swallowed the entire road.

Qin Ming glanced around; the mist on the highway had not yet dissipated.

Larry was on standby on the screen at any time.

Qin Ming was about to speak when his movements stiffened.

The passive effect of Advanced Danger Perception allowed him to catch the sound of dry branches being stepped on at the edge of the woods.

The next second, two sneaky figures emerged from the thick fog.

The man leading the way wore a vintage brown leather jacket and held a short-barreled shotgun, followed by a tall man in a plaid shirt.

This look was far too recognizable.

Qin Ming raised an eyebrow.

Jericho Town, the Woman in White on the highway, the duo in a leather jacket and a plaid shirt.

Great, North America's famous harbingers of doom, the Winchester Duo who bring death wherever they go.

Dean Winchester and his younger brother Sam.

Dean held his gun, approaching warily.

When he saw two children in the back seat with the door open, he froze.

An adult man was slumped over the driver's seat, his status unknown.

Dean immediately lowered his muzzle, hiding it by his thigh, and put on a gentle expression that he thought was very approachable.

"Hey, kids." Dean walked over slowly, holding out one hand to show he meant no harm. "Don't be afraid, we're not bad guys. I'm a cop... undercover cop. Are you guys okay?"

Sam also hurried over to check on Robert in the driver's seat. "He's still breathing, just unconscious. Dean, it looks like that thing was taken out by something."

"No matter what took it out, it's better than us having to do it." Dean breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the two children, his tone softening even more. "Is he your father? Don't be afraid, that crazy Woman in White is gone. You're safe."

Qin Ming's gaze remained fixed on Dean.

Qin Ming wasn't interested in whether the Winchester brothers lived or died. What he was interested in was Dean's body.

According to the original timeline, Dean Winchester was the most perfect vessel for the Archangel Michael.

If Gabriel was the left hand of God, then Michael was Heaven's strongest weapon of war.

Thinking of this, a faint, imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of Qin Ming's mouth.

Since he had encountered these two fledgling Demon Hunters, he had to see what they were made of.

After all, these were the two brothers who even gave demons headaches.

With a thought from Qin Ming.

[Holy Light Power: Summon Servant — Dracula (Van Helsing Version)]

The mist in the night sky suddenly swirled violently.

There were no dazzling light effects, only an extreme chill that made one shiver from the depths of their marrow, rapidly condensing in the pine forest behind the highway.

"Officer." Qin Ming looked at Dean and raised his hand, pointing behind Dean and Sam. "You might want to look behind you first."

Dean blanked for a moment.

Hearing Qin Ming's words, Dean, out of years of Demon Hunter instinct, didn't even look back but instead performed a clean side roll on the spot.

While rolling, he propped the short-barreled shotgun on his arm, the muzzle pointing dead set behind him.

Sam, beside him, reacted just as quickly; in a heartbeat, the two brothers assumed a standard defensive formation.

Following the direction of the muzzle, the thick fog at the edge of the pine forest seemed to be sliced open by an invisible blade, receding to both sides.

A tall, thin man stepped out of the shadows with a rhythmic stride.

It was a man dressed in a pure black formal tailcoat.

His face was as pale as paper, possessing a bloodless, deathly stillness under the faint moonlight, and his hair was combed back meticulously.

He stood calmly just a few meters away; on the asphalt road beneath his feet, there was no shadow belonging to him.

Despite no outward fluctuations of energy, Dean's hand holding the gun began to tremble uncontrollably.

It was the shiver of a herbivore encountering an apex predator.

"Freeze! Don't move." Dean suppressed the discomfort in his heart, raising the muzzle to point at the man's forehead. "What are you?"

The man stopped.

He raised his right hand, his pale, bony fingers lightly pressing against his left chest, and bowed slightly toward Dean and Sam.

"Shouting before asking for someone's name is quite rude." The man straightened up, his voice deep and magnetic. "However, since you have asked so sincerely, I shall show mercy and answer."

A cruel arc curled at the corner of the man's mouth, revealing two sharp canines.

"Allow me to introduce myself. Count Dracula."

Sam stared intently at that pale face, his voice dry. "Dracula? That Vampire... Dracula?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, I believe that would be me." The man spread his hands.

The next second.

No movement path, no afterimage.

Dracula instantly appeared in front of Sam, so fast that even Dean's eyes couldn't track him.

A pale, cold hand directly grabbed Sam's throat.

Before Sam could even make a move, he was hoisted into the air.

Sam's legs dangled as his hands desperately clawed at Dracula's arm, his face quickly turning purple from suffocation.

"Let me taste your blood."

Dracula tilted his head slightly, leaning close to Sam's neck.

He didn't open his mouth to bite; instead, he extended a long index finger, his sharp nail lightly slicing next to Sam's pulsing carotid artery.

A small wound opened, and warm blood gushed out.

Dracula closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"A very... special taste." Dracula opened his eyes, a crimson light flickering in them. "Full of sin, yet carrying a hint of nauseating divine destiny. It's an excellent dessert."

"Get away from my brother!"

Dean's enraged roar exploded from the side.

"Bang—!"

The shotgun spat fire.

Special Demon Hunter rounds loaded with rock salt and silver fragments blasted into Dracula's back at close range.

The massive impact only caused Dracula's body to sway slightly.

Not even a hole was left on the black formal tailcoat he wore.

Dracula didn't release Sam; he slowly turned his head, looking at Dean, whose hand was still holding the smoking gun.

"People nowadays really have no manners at all."