Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

However, this was not a problem for Wu Heng; he only needed to extract the layer of ink that covered the ink according to the historical timeline.

His finger lightly tapped the page; the layer of ink covering the faded pages seemed to rise and dissipate like mist, revealing the faded words underneath.

"Today I have completed the final preparations."

I will divide 'myself' into three parts!
The body is buried in the family cemetery, humanity is sealed in a lead box, and divinity is entrusted to the portrait;

When the ritual is completed, at the right time, 'I' will be reunited, and at that time I will transcend death.

Hannah didn't understand, so she had to become the first sacrifice.

Forgive me, my dear sister, but the family needs eternal prosperity. You're right, sister, but I am the symbol of the family!

Wu Heng's fingertips paused on the name 'Hannah'.

As time passed, he had collected enough memories of the original owner within this ancient house.

According to the family history records I remember, this ancestor named Vidal did indeed have a sister who died suddenly of a serious illness at the age of 28.

In retrospect, this Ms. Hannah was probably the first family member to be sacrificed in the ritual.

This means that Vidal began preparing for the ceremony earlier than imagined, rather than when he was over 100 years old, as he later recorded.

"This is truly a century-long plan; they seem to be working very hard on it."

Wu Heng continued flipping through the pages, and the records that followed turned into an experimental log that was frighteningly calm.

Vidal detailed how the life force of family members was transformed into protective power through specific rituals.

Behind every birth of a child in the Morric family, every happy marriage, and every successful career, lies the secret drawing of life force from their ancestors to maintain their 'divine' existence.

“So this is what they call family protection.” Wu Heng smiled.

There is indeed no such thing as a free lunch.

The crystal bottle on the altar did not contain so-called 'holy water,' but rather concentrated family blood.

Those red threads hanging from the ceiling, connecting every living Morric member, were like some kind of invisible parasite, silently draining their lives.

He was about to close the diary when he suddenly noticed something strange: the last few pages of the diary were stuck together by some force.

A grey light emanated from Wu Heng's fingertips. His fear instinct easily shattered the disguise, and on the hidden page, Vidal wrote in some kind of black liquid:
I made a mistake.

I focused too much on the 'human and divine' aspects of the soul, neglecting the body. The dismembered body did not decay; after shedding all soul and will, it became completely pure and transformed into something else.
It grows underground, spreading like tree roots.

It becomes stronger whenever a new member is added to the family.

I suspect that some parts of Hannah were mixed in.

The lead box was affected!

If one day it breaks free from its constraints...

The text ends abruptly here.

Wu Heng looked up, and the hellish structure in his left eye focused once again on the lead box below the altar.

The shape of the humanoid gray mist changed; it pressed its face against the inner wall of the lead box, 'staring' at Wu Heng.

Although it didn't have a specific face, Wu Heng could sense that it was smiling, indicating that it had noticed a descendant of its family reading through its notes.

After hundreds of years, the information hidden by the body was finally discovered, and a door was opened.

The temperature in the basement plummeted. The candle flames froze into an eerie blue, like frozen will-o'-the-wisps.

Wu Heng heard a faint scratching sound coming from the lead box, accompanied by the sound of some liquid dripping, drip, drip... the sound grew louder and louder.

“It seems our ancestor is looking to get out and about.” Wu Heng put the notebook back in its place. The projection of the Fear Hell was faintly visible in his eyes. Gray chains moved slowly in the void, but could not be detected.

He wanted to see what tricks this ancestor Vidal was up to, and after reading the notes, he became quite interested in this research that had been in preparation for a century.

However, just as the altar began to shake.

The basement door was suddenly forced open.

A blond man in a beige trench coat stood in the doorway, his eyes revealing unease in the shadows as he stared at Wu Heng and the central altar.

“I suggest you leave there now and come to me, young man of the Morrick family.” The stranger’s voice was serious, and his expression was very unpleasant.

His face was full of anxiety.

"That lead box contains not only Vidal's humanity, but also the resentment of the 219 evil spirits he hunted. If released, the entire city would become hell."

Wu Heng squinted.

The man who suddenly appeared possessed a faint exorcising power and seemed to belong to the demon hunter community.

His hand was slightly placed in his trouser pocket and tilted back. Wu Heng could feel a patterned pistol on his lower back.

It seemed that if Wu Heng made any further moves, he would pull out a gun from behind and shoot Wu Heng directly.

They would rather kill Wu Heng than allow him to take any further action.

"Randolph Morrick?" Wu Heng asked tentatively, "A traitor from the previous generation of the family?"

The middle-aged man was visibly taken aback: "You know me?" He then shook his head. "No, I'm not defecting, but rather unwilling to compromise my principles."

"And that's not important. What's important is that you must leave here immediately. Vidal's ritual isn't ordinary black magic; it's connected to someone in Hell. I've been following this lead for a long time!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suddenly, the crystal bottle on the altar shattered, and dark red liquid splattered onto the portrait. The portrait of Vidal Morric began to melt, and his cold eyes turned, locking onto Wu Heng.

"What you're saying seems a bit too late." Wu Heng slowly took two steps back to the side, giving him a 'it's your turn' look.

"Damn it!" The middle-aged man instantly drew the pistol from his back waist and looked warily at the altar.

"finally."

The lips in the portrait moved, emitting a hoarse voice, "Having acquired a family vessel with sufficient spiritual power, two hundred years... do you know how I've spent these two hundred years?"

“I know you’ve been lying down,” Wu Heng interrupted its rambling.

The basement floor shook violently, as if it had been provoked.

The lid of the lead box was pried open a crack, and countless black tentacles poured out from it.

"Kid, come here right now, stop provoking it, are you out of your mind?!" The middle-aged man fired at the tentacle without hesitation.

“This is my ancestor.”

"Even if you are its ancestor, it won't let you go!" the man at the basement entrance roared. (End of Chapter)