Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Just call me Lor, we're about the same age." Wu Heng smiled, but his gaze seemed to penetrate people's hearts.

The moment Dean drank the liquor and his life force was awakened, he clearly saw a dormant dark power flicker deep within Sam's body.

"Oh, okay, Lor."

While Sam was still somewhat speechless about how 20 and 30 years old were almost the same, Dean, standing next to him, had already called out with a smile. He didn't like being called Mr. Morrick all the time, as if he were wrapped in a suit jacket and the top button was constantly choking him.

I felt inexplicably uneasy.

“Le Granger,” Wu Heng repeated in a low voice, tapping the armrest lightly with his fingertips. “An interesting name. If you want to give it a try, there is a way, but it’s a bit troublesome.”

“We want to give it a try,” Sam said definitively.

Wu Heng stood up.

“Alright then, Winchester brothers, get ready. Dean’s condition can be addressed by me and my ‘family forces’ accompanying him, providing life support along the way and ensuring a stable journey.”

The manor's 'rules' can be extended for now, after all, I and 'family power' represent the Morrick family."

Family power?

Sam and Dean were puzzled when they heard this, but they didn't ask any questions. However, they were filled with curiosity.

After the two were ready, and Hannah brought Wu Heng his coat, the three of them set off together.

After walking about a mile from the manor gate, Dean suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. A feeling of powerlessness and blockage suddenly struck him, making him feel as if his brain had twitched, and a wave of palpitations washed over him instantly.

I couldn't help but cover my chest with my hand.

"Dean!" Sam immediately realized what was happening and looked to Wu Heng for help.

"It's alright, it's just a normal ritual reaction. I'll handle it." Wu Heng gestured, and his shadow disappeared from the spot. The light inside the car suddenly dimmed, as if a tree had shaded the area.

At the same time, an invisible force field enveloped Dean, and Dean felt the tightness in his chest lessen.

The two brothers also sensed an unsettling power permeating the car. This unease stemmed from a powerful, unknown feeling. It must be said that the Winchester family's senses were extremely sensitive.

Sam quietly exhaled and noticed that the temperature difference was indeed wrong, but the evil spirit did not exhibit that 'cold mist' state.

Time passes as you travel.

Four hours later, in Madison County, Nebraska.

Pastor Le Granger's prayer meetings were held in a large tent set up in an abandoned factory. The rows of small stools were crowded with people, but the atmosphere was orderly and quiet.

The air was filled with the aroma of incense and fervent anticipation, mixed with the smell of medicine. Everyone's face was filled with piety and weakness, because those who came here were either patients or their family members.

The patients were already weak, and their families were exhausted day and night in order to treat and care for them, suffering both mentally and physically.

Those who manage to find the pastor are those who are beyond help and whose families have endured all kinds of torment, and this is their last chance.

They were all people suffering from terminal illnesses.

Ordinary patients dare not come here. After all, if someone has a fever or a cold, they will come to join the fun and take up the spot of someone who is already terminally ill and about to die. They will probably be put on the barbecue cross by this group of terminally ill patients.

About a hundred meters outside the tent, an Antichrist youth was handing out flyers to passersby.

"The pastor is a fraud. His healing methods are just a way to scam money. Please don't believe him."

His words did indeed dissuade some people, and the pastor did not drive him away.

According to Le Granger, allowing the undevout to leave voluntarily is also an option, given his limited capacity for healing; he has only healed six people this year. One cannot always receive divine guidance.

Ignoring the young man, the three entered the tent area and went to the entrance of the largest tent, looking inside.

At the center of the stage, Reverend Le Granger delivered a passionate speech. He had a gentle, handsome face, wore a dark suit with a silver cross pinned to his lapel, and his voice was magnetic and soothing.

“Brothers and sisters, if you doubt, it is the devil’s whisper. Surrender your hearts and minds to the Lord, and miracles will surely happen here.” The pastor raised his hands and spoke gently.

Below the stage, countless eager eyes were fixed on him.

A woman in a black dress invited the three people at the door inside, brought them three stools, and made room for them.

Wu Heng, Sam, and Dean, who was enveloped by the force field and could move freely, sat in the back corner of the venue.

Wu Heng appeared relaxed and at ease.

Dean frowned, his body tense.

“This place smells off,” he whispered, his eyes scanning the pastor and the woman in the black dress who was his assistant.

Sam became even more nervous, intently observing the pastor while also keeping an eye on Dean.

"Don't make a sound, we're already here," Wu Heng said. "Let's see what happens."

After offering some words of admonition and leading the crowd in prayer, Le Granch stopped his speech: "Now, let us welcome our first witness of the night—Sister Susan."

A frail, wheelchair-bound elderly woman was pushed to the center of the stage. She suffered from severe Parkinson's disease, and her body was trembling violently.

Le Granger knelt down in front of her and gently took her withered, trembling hands in his.

The room fell silent, with many eyes watching intently. Some patients wore expressions of disappointment and anticipation on their faces as they were not selected.

“Sister Susan,” the pastor said in a gentle but firm voice, “look at me and tell me, do you believe that the Lord can heal you?”

Tears welled up in the old woman's eyes, and she nodded tremblingly, "I...I believe you...!"

“Say it out loud!”

“I believe, Lord, I believe in you!” the old woman cried out.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, begone with sickness!" Le Granche prayed, raising one hand high while holding the old woman's palm in the other, his face filled with a kind and holy expression.

"Ah—!" the old woman exclaimed, then her body stiffened, and she slowly slid off the wheelchair.

The pastor held her hand tightly, as if he were holding a dead chicken.

Everyone present stared wide-eyed, full of anticipation, without any concern that it was an accident.

Immediately afterwards, the old woman's trembling stopped.

She opened her eyes, slowly stood up from the ground, and raised her hands in disbelief, stopping them steadily in mid-air. Under everyone's gaze, she moved with ease, just like a 40-year-old.

"Mom, you're alright, that's wonderful!" A middle-aged woman cried tears of joy.

"A miracle, a true miracle!"

The venue was set ablaze with cheers and shouts.

Sam's pupils contracted! "Dean, did you see? She's really alright." (End of Chapter)