Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

"Girl, why don't you just go and be with my old flame? He looks so pitiful."

Abel, holding a long axe, stood in front of Mina, his thick eyebrows furrowed, his expression revealing deep inner turmoil.

The girl smelled like a vampire, looked like a vampire, but her strange appearance and almost non-existent blood aura made Abel somewhat suspicious.

He personally killed at least eight or ten thousand vampires during his lifetime; perhaps there isn't a more legendary vampire hunter in all of America.

But because of this, Abel was quite certain that the girl in front of him was indeed a young girl, and not one of those old, dead vampires who pretended to be young but couldn't hide their decaying smell.

Especially the way Mina looked at him, the pure and sharp hatred and fear, was something that the old man who had experienced so much could never fake.

At this moment, Mina had already raised her black umbrella, as if holding a pitch-black shield, and was pressing Kong Jiu against the wall, shrinking back to avoid it.

"Sigh~"

Abel sighed softly, raised his long axe over his shoulder, and swung it in a sharp, semi-circular arc.

when!

A crisp metallic clang rang out, and another deep cut appeared on the black umbrella.

"Stuart's black umbrella? Come to think of it, I know a rascal from the Stuart family."

Abel swung his axe repeatedly while muttering to himself.

The axe blade struck the umbrella surface again and again, and the faint light that originally flowed on the black umbrella gradually dimmed with each impact and each heavy blow.

Mina clung tightly to Kong Jiu, curled up behind the umbrella. Her hands gripped the umbrella handle so tightly that her thumbs and forefingers were cracked and bleeding.

"It's all your fault, you big boy, you saved an ungrateful wretch."

She looked at Kong Jiu with a hint of resentment.

"We haven't even gone back to see the old man, or given birth to a child, and this crazy woman is already taking us away..."

She blinked, tears mixed with blood, dripping onto Kong Jiu's face.

……

"Brother Su never said how he would send you to heaven."

Deep within his consciousness, in a pure white, hazy void, Kong Jiu faced the little girl who could open the door, his face filled with helplessness.

All around was a white expanse, nothingness.

This white expanse is where Kong Jiu first encountered "himself".

But at this moment, this seemingly empty space is no longer deserted; instead, there is now a little girl.

Aby Williams, the ghost girl who had once met Kong Jiu in Lixin Township, inexplicably traveled thousands of miles to this place under the guidance of Ethersus.

As for Ethersus, Kongo knew very well that he was one of the incarnations of Neos.

In Lixin Township, a place where countless possibilities converge, a certain world was supposed to be resurrected, and Etherus, who was meant to save the world in the name of a saint, relinquished his responsibilities and calmly accepted death.

Therefore, Kongo was not at all surprised that Estherus had assigned him the task of performing the ritual for Abi.

The problem is... what should we do?

Kong Jiu looked at the little girl waving a willow branch in front of him and was somewhat troubled.

"Abby,"

He asked as politely as possible, "Is there anything I can do for you, as Ethersus instructed?"

The emaciated ghost girl fiddled with the willow branch in her hand and shook her head.

"Nothing at all? Do I have to wait until I find a way to get to heaven?" Kong Jiu frowned.

Abby nodded obediently: "It's okay, Brother Kong, I can wait for you."

Kong Jiu's face darkened.

At that moment, he noticed the shadow of "himself" in this space, which seemed to be slightly raised in an arc, as if it were smiling.

Since their parting amidst sin, the figure seemed much clearer, no longer just a hazy outline.

"What, can you help me?"

Kong Jiu shouted at his "future self" in an annoyed tone.

"Myself" chuckled and pointed at Kong Jiu: "I'm laughing at you, you stupid pig, for saving a jinx that's almost killed you and Mina."

Kong Jiu was taken aback, scratched his head, and didn't know what to do.

"Myself" chuckled coldly a few times, then said, "Honestly, if I could, I'd really like to slap you twice. How could I have been so stupid in the past?"

Kong Jiu raised an eyebrow, wondering what this figure was talking about.

The figure shook its head and turned to look at Abby.

"Abby, long time no see."

Abi turned his head curiously and looked at the figure.

"Who are you?"

"This stupid pig of the future."

The figure pointed at Kong Jiu, speaking urgently, "Time is running out, Abby, do me a favor, open the door and send him back to reality."

Abi glanced at Kong Jiu, then at the figure; their silhouettes seemed to overlap faintly in her eyes. She gently swayed the willow branch, and a door quietly appeared.

"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me? Aren't you going to talk about how to send Abby to heaven first?" Kong Jiu wanted to ask more questions.

"Going to heaven?! If you slow down any further, you and Mina will be there first!"

With a wave of his hand, a pale yellow spiritual energy surged out, pushing Kong Jiu into the doorway.

Snapped!

The door closed, and the entire pale space began to slowly crumble.

"Was that yellow spiritual energy... the one that Uncle Su and I applied earlier?" Abi asked the figure softly, staring at the spot where Kong Jiu had disappeared.

"Yes, one-thirteenth." The figure looked down at Abby and nodded slightly.

"If I were to become a saint right now, that would be a real problem."

The figure gazed at the crumbling space around them and said gently to Abby, "Alright, Abby, you should go too. Go back to reality, or go to that kid's transit point, it's fine. You don't need to stay in this desolate place with me."

Abby stood still, silently watching the figure, without moving an inch.

"Are you lonely?" she suddenly asked.

The figure paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Then I'll sit with you for a while longer. Anyway, I can go over to Brother Kong's place anytime."

Abby simply sat down in this void, next to the figure.

The figure looked down at the girl who had died at its feet, remaining silent.

……

when!

Another axe cleaved heavily onto the black umbrella.

At this point, the once exquisite artifact was now broken and riddled with holes.

Abel suddenly raised his axe high above his shoulder, swung it in a wide arc, and prepared to bring it down with all his might.

But this time, the axe blade came to a steady stop on the umbrella surface.

He blinked, turned away from the axe, reached out and grasped the tip of the umbrella, and gently lifted it upwards.

The girl holding the umbrella had already lost consciousness.

She was clearly trying to use her spiritual power to hold up the black umbrella, but she overexerted herself and lost consciousness.

Aaron shook his head and waved his hand dismissively.

The axe blade separated from the handle, which he casually tucked back into his waistband.

He turned around and called to Winchester, "Janice, the girl has fainted."

"Bring them both along," Winchester's voice came coldly.

"God, you really know how to order people around..." Abel muttered under his breath, reaching out to grab Mina and Kongjiu.

Just then, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Abel was startled and looked up along the arm.

The man, who had been lying on the ground with his spiritual energy depleted, now had a surge of spiritual energy around him, towering like a mountain, directly approaching him.

His green eyes first scanned Mina, whose face was covered in blood and whose body was full of wounds, and then, with suppressed anger, he stared intently at Abel.