Bai Jinglan, the demon hunter in Marvel

The cold and pale moonlight shines on the swaying grass.

The trees are shadowy and the wind is cold.

"Fat Tiger" looked nervous, his eyes flickered, his muscles were tense, and he was ready to explode at any time, but he didn't notice that his breathing gradually became clear, as if he was in a world of ice and snow.

The fat bodyguard was worried. He was the only one in this group who didn't want to join in the fun, but his boss insisted on joining in, so he had no choice but to follow him. Walking in this damn place, he felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

Stark turned his head, being sprayed by the bodyguard's breath.

He let out a breath in surprise, and found that his breath had also turned into a thick white mist, and quickly asked in a low voice, "Is that ominous spirit nearby?"

It's early summer now, and the breath has actually formed a mist, which is obviously weird!

"That's right." Sam lowered his voice and looked around cautiously, "This kind of weird phenomenon often occurs in places where evil spirits haunt."

Stark: "Why can't I see it?"

"We won't be able to see it unless the evil spirit shows up." Sam paused, then suddenly took out his phone and scanned the front, "It is said that the camera can occasionally capture the shadow of a ghost, so the phone should That's fine... ah, I saw it!"

In the image of his mobile phone, a gray and white figure appeared in the depths of the gloomy forest.

It was a woman in pajamas, dressed strangely, standing in the deep woods, like an old photo from the 30s.

Sam's voice was lowered a bit: "I seem to have seen her before. In the death list I found, she was Alice Drummond, an actress in the 30s, and she had a scandal with a director. That director played enough After that, she was fired, and she was so poor that she hanged herself from the beams of Studio 9 while they were filming."

"Whoever she is, kill her!"

Dean took out "Light and Shadow". They used to put salt bombs in their guns to forcefully disperse the evil spirits, and then tried to find the corpses of the evil spirits, poured salt on them and burned them with fire. The demon hunting pistol, I really want to open it now.

"Wait!" Joe immediately pulled her back, and said dissatisfiedly, "She was just a poor woman who was played with by men until she committed suicide, and she never thought of harming anyone after she died. Killer, we should punish the real murderer, let these disturbed dead rest in peace!"

Dean explained patiently: "Joe, no matter what happened before, after they were awakened, they have become fierce spirits, and they must kill to go back..."

"Hey, look there!"

Sam pulled off Dean's sleeve and pointed to the other side of the grove.

The other side of the grove is where the crew is. At this time, the arrogant producer is holding the phone to his ear, talking, and walking into the grove.

Then, the female ghost grinned and walked slowly towards him.

"Sir?"

Several people looked at Bai Jinglan, waiting for him to make a decision.

Bai Jinglan didn't pay attention to the female ghost and the producer, but raised her hand and pointed to the elevated road next to the cabin, and said with some regret: "That unlucky screenwriter is there... Hey, I thought it was a black magician, but I didn't expect A Muggle at all, practicing Dark Arts with props."

This ntr screenwriter, like the Indian guy from Long Island, does not have the qualifications to perform magic, so he relies on external resources to reluctantly use low-end black magic.

The Indians used the ancient paper-cutting witchcraft, while the screenwriter of ntr used the ancient Greek Nopa summoning technique.

Both of these are spells for manipulating ghosts, but the methods are ingenious.

It's a pity that the screenwriter who was ntr was far less lucky than the Indian guy. The Indian guy accidentally got the Bow of Apollo, but this guy can only rely on an ancient Greek amulet, which is a lot worse.

"That idiot is going to follow the female ghost!"

Dean's eyes widened.

The female ghost, who was invisible to the naked eye, now appeared, and she could see it without a mobile phone lens.

Her standard female ghost dress is not at all obtrusive on the set of a horror film. The arrogant producer obviously didn't notice that something was wrong, and even expressed some opinions on the strangle marks on the female ghost's neck, and was going to ask the makeup artist to give her Reapply your makeup.

Then, in front of him, the female ghost took off her pajamas, revealing her plump body, turned around and walked towards the elevated road.

The producer, who was greeting the makeup artist, immediately turned off his headset and happily followed.

Although she was dressed like a female ghost, she didn't have blue-faced fangs, and she didn't have any blood. Instead, she had a weird beauty of poppies, which was enough to make this woman's whole body hard.

"The figure is really good, no wonder I can be adopted!"

Dean expressed his opinion subconsciously, and was kicked bitterly by Joe.

Sam was not as out of tune as his elder brother, and hurriedly said: "Most evil spirits will use their own death methods to harm people. This female ghost should hang the producer on the beam...We have to stop her!"

The Winchester brothers are very principled people. No matter how much they don't like someone, they will not let them be killed by ghosts.

"Just in time, go meet the screenwriter who was ntr. He will definitely be happy to see these guys who ruined his hard work die in front of his eyes."

Bai Jinglan and his group walked quickly, and when they reached the top of the elevated road, the producer's foreplay was not over yet.

He was so excited that he obviously didn't notice that a hemp rope as thick as a thumb had already been wrapped around his neck without a sound.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the producer pulled his face out of the mountain, moved his eyes and saw a group of people coming up, and he couldn't even see who they were, so he yelled angrily: "Who told you to come up, Get off!"

The next moment, the female ghost in the fruit body turned around and kicked him down.

"Wow!!"

Before the producer could react, he had already fallen like a stone.

This is the top of the studio, which is five or six meters high from below.

The hemp rope was about three meters long. When he fell from such a height, the pulling force on his neck alone was enough to kill half of his life.

Brother Winchester's expression changed, he leaped hastily, and grabbed the rope that was falling down.

The female ghost let out a silent roar, and her beautiful face turned instantly, rotten skin, protruding eyeballs, crawling maggots...

"Damn!"

Stark turned sharply, spitting outside.

Happy helped the boss to calm down, and then couldn't help it anymore, and helped him to vomit together.

The female ghost didn't care about their feelings, she rushed towards the Winchester brothers with all her teeth and claws, as if she wanted to stop their rescue operation.

Tolia flicked her wrist and took out the invisible sword, but Bai Jinglan reached out and held it down.

Such low-level brats don't need them to do it.

Well, that unlucky producer is not a good thing, he is also too lazy to care about him, otherwise this fellow would not have to go through this experience at all.

However, he didn't stop the Winchester brothers. Anyway, if this guy was played by the female ghost, even if he saved his life, he would have to kill more than half of it, which is not a small punishment.

Without needing Bai Jing to give orders, Qiao stepped forward in an instant, pulled out the samurai sword at his waist, and stabbed straight through the female ghost's chest.

"what!!"

The female ghost seemed to be wrapped in magma, and from the place where the sword was hit as the center, it was covered with flames in an instant, and within two short breaths, it turned into a cloud of fly ash and dissipated.

"Who are you?"

Surprised cries came from the elevated shadows.

It was a figure that looked a little timid, slightly fat, and ******, and at first glance, he was not the kind of person who would attract attention.

"Walder Dixon?" Bai Jinglan looked at him.

He replied: "Yes!"

Bai Jinglan said lightly: "Wake up these ghosts from death and let them kill for you. This is playing with fire and setting yourself on fire. Hand over your talisman!"

"Don't think about it!"

The screenwriter held the talisman tightly and shouted hysterically, "I have worked so hard for so many years, they took it away and destroyed it beyond recognition! Then, they want me to smile and say thank you..."

Joe helped the Winchesters, and hauled up the guy hanging from the beam.

Dean stretched out his hand to measure his breathing, and said, "Fortunately, I still have breathing."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and said, "Dixon, this is just a movie."

The screenwriter gritted his teeth and said: "I have no grievances with you, you have nothing to do with this matter, I just want to get revenge on them, you guys go away!"

Immediately afterwards, he held the amulet and began to chant the spell.

Fierce spirits with terrifying faces emerged from every corner.

Stark, who just felt more comfortable, looked around and started to vomit again.

He was going to study some equipment for detecting ghosts just now, but now he hesitates... The image of these guys is really too disgusting!

Not only can't sleep after watching too much, but I guess I can't even eat well.

"Since you don't want to leave, stay here with them!"

The screenwriter waved the talisman, and suddenly felt something was wrong, and looked down again... the talisman was gone!

Bai Jinglan picked up the talisman with his fingertips and turned around, and the talisman suddenly disappeared. He shook his head and said, "I wanted to let you die, but it's a pity that you are looking for your own death. Heh, since you summoned them, Just bear the price of summoning!"

Talismans are a means of summoning evil spirits and a magic weapon to protect the summoner.

Now that the talisman is gone, the first thing the evil spirits who have been forcibly awakened is to swallow their master.

"Roar!!"

"Hoohoo!!!"

A large group of ghosts roared angrily and buried the screenwriter in, and there were screams one after another.

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