The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 376 I report someone cheating!
The paint on the carousel has peeled off, revealing the wood texture, and the balloon-inflating stall is covered with a thin layer of dust, showing that no one has been around for a long time.

"…The so-called [Rakshasa] is neither a fallen evil spirit or a ghost, nor a demonic spirit like a ghoul. If it is strictly classified according to the spectrum of supernatural creatures, it should be a monster between the innate dark races such as werewolves and snakemen and low-level indigenous ghosts and gods."

Kicking away a rusty tin doll, the young man stood in this suburban amusement park that seemed to be on the verge of bankruptcy and talked with great interest.

Long cinnabar ropes moved around like snakes, tying sailor knots with their own intelligence, tying the captives up with their four hooves upside down, like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

"In ancient times, they possessed various innate abilities such as levitation, virtuality, and invisibility. Like their cousins, the Yakshas, ​​who lived in Tianzhu, they mostly played the role of servants and followers of certain ghosts and gods. These man-eating monsters, because they were quite intelligent, were able to perfectly obey the will of their masters and were the thugs and minions that they liked to recruit."

Zhu Mingyao strengthened the seal while explaining in a teachable manner.

"After the end of the mythological era, these creatures lost their high-quality jobs with employers and left to fend for themselves, becoming a rare species. The remaining ones are basically only active in South Asia. No wonder you made a mistake. I didn't expect to catch one in the Federation today, thousands of miles away from its place of origin."

However, the client, who has always hated learning, had no desire to listen to his teaching spirit of sharing knowledge.

"Stop, stop, stop. I get a headache every time I listen to lectures." Dean covered his chest, which was still aching from the impact of the knife, and quickly interrupted his small pagan mysticism class.

"It's better to get rid of it quickly..." With the purpose of quickly destroying the teaching specimen so as to block his friend from explaining the process, he hurriedly raised his demon hunting sword.

“Hey hey!” Colorful lights were floating around, and Zhu Mingyao quickly pulled the spoils aside, saying unhappily, “Why did you kill it? Such a rare and precious creature, of course it would be more valuable if it was captured alive.”

As a person, one must understand how to deal with people. Elder Lu Hetong likes to study all kinds of monsters and spirits, so it’s just right to bring one to him as a souvenir.

"You haven't told me why you came here. I remember that there is information exchange between Hualian and the Demon Hunter Guild about tasks, right? Generally, they are not issued repeatedly." He asked with a little surprise.

The relationship between the two organizations is good, and the tasks they send out are based on a first-come-first-served basis. According to the default rules, only if Zhu Mingyao messes up will others come to take over and provide support. Besides, the Wen brothers are all friends, and if they knew I was here, they should have contacted me in advance.

Dean hesitated when he heard his question, as if he had something to hide. Finally, he sighed and said, "I was investigating a private matter and happened to come across..."

A few tattered oil-painted masks and various old costumes fell on the ground. Sam dug out a wooden box from the ruins of the house and dragged it over.

"We have found the props used to change clothes. This monster has been in the Federation for quite some time and has probably learned some simple camouflage and anti-detection methods."

He stretched his arm around and continued, "It usually pretends to be a human, lurking as the manager of an abandoned amusement park. When it finds an opportunity, it changes into strange clothes, dresses up as a psychopath or a perverted murderer, and secretly eats people. As a result, it has not been discovered for many years. It was only a few days ago that it suddenly broke its normal behavior and committed crimes continuously, which exposed its true colors."

The young man smoothed his brown-black curly hair, looked at his brother, and then told him the reason for his trip.

"Do you remember that we once talked about some family stories?"

Zhu Mingyao's thoughts were slightly moved. He nodded silently and thought of something.

"Our father is a veteran demon hunter who has killed many evil monsters. Perhaps because of this, he was retaliated. When we were young, our mother was killed by a powerful demon. From then on, the three of us swore to God that we must find that beast and tear it into pieces!"

Dean said dully, "We have been tracking it down for years, and finally found some clues recently..."

His tone was a little excited as he told the news he had received. It was not complicated to say, although in the popular stereotype, demon hunters usually appear to be cold-blooded and merciless, shouting and killing any alien species they see.

But in fact, their style of doing things is not that rigid. They mainly target evil things that harm people. As for harmless supernatural beings, they basically turn a blind eye and even develop informants among them as a source of intelligence.

This time the information came from one of the informants.

He claimed to have seen what appeared to be a high-level demon, who was crossing state lines and secretly recruiting dark creatures from nearby areas. The appearance he described was extremely similar to that of the murderer who killed Mrs. Winchester.

Unfortunately, after sending the message, he has not been heard from since, and I'm afraid he has been killed.

The two brothers who arrived had no choice but to search along the way. They happened to run into this Rakshasa ghost committing a crime, and everyone knows what happened next.

After hearing this, Zhu Mingyao already understood it. Unlike those niche and unpopular TV series, he remembered the story outline of big IPs like The Wen Family Twins very clearly.

As for the devil enemy they are talking about, there is a 90% chance that it is the big villain in the original film, the fallen angel with dark yellow eyes, the devil prince, and Satan's lieutenant Azazel!
The reason why I didn't say everything and left some room for it is because the original plot was too absurd in the later part, with angels everywhere, demons being worse than dogs, and even God making a cameo appearance, which is obviously very different from the worldview we understand in this life.

In this parallel world that integrates elements of many film and television works, how the main characters will adapt to the changes and how much of the original settings can be maintained is still unknown.

"And you rashly chased after us on your own? Why didn't you invite Lord Blade and the others to join you?

Excuse me for saying this, but according to the current data, the enemy's strength is unfathomable. If you really encounter them, you will probably be in trouble." Zhu Mingyao stepped on the Rakshasa ghost who was struggling to resist, took out a stack of yellow talismans and stuck them on it, and persuaded him in a serious tone.

Whether based on the legend or the original TV series, Azazel is by no means an ordinary person. It would be easy for him to crush the two men to death. The two brothers only turned defeat into victory by relying on the plot.

But in reality, there is no such thing as the protagonist's halo. One negligence will lead to your becoming a dish.

Besides, even if there are protagonists in this world, they should be authentic people. I have cheats... He smiled and shook his head, "You guys are still too young. You need a senior practitioner like me to give you some life experience..."

"That was indeed our plan at first, but the teacher and the senior members of the guild received official help at the last minute, so we had to come here alone."

Dean smiled complacently at his friend's teasing and held out his hands to show off: "Besides... we both have a trump card now, please open your eyes and enjoy the magic show of the handsome love saint Dean!"

As the young man moved, ancient lines as black as ink appeared from under his skin, like sharp horns or claws.

Then, wisps of demonic flames carrying a sense of chaos and violence rose up, and three inches above his head, condensed into a small and exquisite dark red crown. Rusty blood climbed on it, vaguely forming a pattern of seven red dragons.

Feeling the deep and terrifying breath, Zhu Mingyao's laughter instantly froze like wood.

"Fuck, the screenwriter is here to get beaten, I'm reporting someone for cheating!"

(End of this chapter)