American Drama World Exorcism

"Guys." Benny interrupted John and the ghosts who were about to reminisce, and pointed behind them.

"Guys, haven't you seen the **** of death, you can meet now."

The voice fell to the ground, and a woman in black clothes and black hat appeared behind the ghost out of thin air.

"Can you see me?"

The woman asked in surprise.

"Where was the old man last time?"

Benny frowned and asked.

John also stopped talking, staring at the woman who appeared suddenly, and slowly moved closer to Benny.

"Which? We have tens of thousands of colleagues who appear as old people."

While talking, the woman grabbed a giant black sickle from the air.

"Sorry, the number of deaths has been too high recently, and our manpower is a little short. These are too late to deal with."

"and many more."

Benny stopped the woman's movements in time. Seeing the woman looked at him incomprehensibly, he said

"You can't take them away yet."

"They still owe me money."

Benny pointed to the car that had just been extinguished.

"Sorry, this is your human business." The woman uncovered a book from nowhere and opened it. After reading it twice, she nodded and confirmed.

"According to the book, they are dead."

"If it wasn't for your procrastination at work, how could my car be burned!"

The woman stared at Benny for a while, then looked down at the book, then looked up again, her eyes full of energy when she looked at Benny.

"Benny Hammond, according to the book, you should have died before nineteen months, thirteen days, twelve hours, thirty-three minutes and six seconds. It's weird."

With that, the woman raised the giant sickle again, this time, the target was no longer other ghosts, but became Benny.

Facing the slowly falling giant sickle, Benny’s brain went blank. At this moment, the memories of his life continued to flow, but he himself was like a bystander. When the memories were played, the surroundings had already turned into darkness. In the darkness, familiar figures appeared one by one, walking towards him.

They smiled at him, their smiles full of happiness and peace. They reached out to Benny and invited him to join them and walk with them.

Seeing the relatives appearing one by one, Benny slowly raised his hand, held their hand, and followed them mechanically to the darkness...

The next moment, Benny woke up, and the darkness around him faded.

"Ben? Are you okay?"

John asked Benny with concern.

"I'm fine, what happened? What about that woman?" Benny asked in a daze.

"You are really strange, I can't take you away. Benny Hammond, I will pay attention to you."

The woman looked at Benny strangely. Seeing Benny looking over, she smiled at him. The next moment, she lifted the giant scythe and swept across the ghosts in front of her, and a scratch appeared out of nowhere.

As soon as the scratches appeared, the faces of everyone except the woman and Benny changed drastically. They seemed to feel a shudder from the depths of their souls, that was the fear of the scratches.

There was a scream from the scratches. The next moment, several ghosts were sucked into the scratches and disappeared. The woman put away the giant sickle, the scratches gradually faded, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"I will pay attention to you, Benny Hammond."

The woman left such a sentence and disappeared into the air.

"Are you all right?"

Seeing Benny sitting on the ground in a daze, John asked worriedly.

Benny shook his head, patted this **** and stood up

"It's okay, let's study what to do next."

With that said, Benny walked to the bar ruins and began rummaging through the ruins for the buried equipment.

John and Dean looked at each other, and silently stepped forward to help search.

Turning out the equipment, loading the impala, the three drove into the city.

There is no room for people to live here, they have to find a motel to stay in, and then make the next step.

...

Arrived at the motel, opened the room, and Benny stood in the shower, letting the water flow over his head, running down his face.

He raised his hand and looked at the rough palm, carefully examining every inch of his skin.

He was pretty sure that this was indeed not his flesh.

This body is stronger, the skeleton is taller, and the weight is almost twice as much as his original body. Except for the hair, it has almost nothing in common with his original body.

Just now, when the woman swung down the giant sickle at him, he felt death, but it wasn't just death. In addition to death, there seemed to be other things mixed in it.

In that dark space, the relatives he saw were not his relatives, but the relatives of "Benny".

Old Hammond, grandfather and grandmother, Mrs. Hammond...

Those are all relatives of Benny Hammond, not his relatives.

If it’s true that the woman is the **** of death, it’s true if the **** of death can bring death, if death is to pull the soul out of the body, it’s true if the experience of death is what he has experienced before. If, why would he experience this?

He is not "Benny Hammond", he is just a visitor from another world who steals Benny Hammond's body. He has already died once, why would he still see those?

This reminded him of the monster that appeared in Old Barry's motel.

According to his few memories, Benny Hammond should have been shot and killed by a laboratory killer disguised as a member of a community service center on the night he met and took in 11 after he came into this world.

In other words, Benny Hammond was not dead at all before that.

So, in that more than a month, after he took possession of this body, where did the ghost of Benny Hammond go?

Benny turned off the faucet, took a bath towel to dry the water stains on his body, looking a little worried.

He didn't know what he was, and he was not sure whether he could find another body to continue living after he escaped from Benehammond's body. He didn't dare to take the risk. Wherever Mond's soul had gone, he couldn't let it come back again.

On this issue, it is a matter of life and death for him, and he cannot be sloppy.

Benny looked at himself in the mirror and grinned.

"No matter where you are, you are already dead, and now I am Benny Hammond. Don't show up again."

...

After the shower, Benny changed into a change of clothes and knocked on John's door.

"The Vampire Queen is not in the palace. We have to think of other ways. Maybe we can find other vampire sheriffs. They should know where the Vampire Queen is."

Benny walked over to the bed and sat down and spoke.

John put on a coat and frowned and said

"It's not just the Vampire Queen's business now. We must find Elkins. Tell him that someone is trying to seize the Colt gun."

"If Alkins has had an accident, we must find the Colt gun and protect it."

"Is the Colt gun really that powerful?" Benny asked.

"The Colt gun is one of the few'sacred objects' that have been circulated in the hands of scattered hunters like us. For hunters like us, it is a treasure that can solve major problems at a critical moment. Never let it fall on others. In hand."

"Especially the devil."

"Okay," Benny nodded. "Now we know it is the werewolf who is looking for the Colt gun."

"No." John shook his head and interrupted Benny. "Werewolves are a group of reckless creatures. For a long time, they are the safest among supernatural beings. Although they live among humans, they rarely have much contact with the outside. Werewolves have it. They rarely get out of this circle of their own lives."

"And don't forget the traces of vampires we found in the bar. Werewolves and vampires are natural rivals. Werewolves think that vampires are dead, and vampires think that werewolves are a group of mindless animals. There are almost no vampires cooperating with werewolves. Unless... "

"Unless what?"