Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Dean stared in shock, but remained hesitant: "I have a feeling something's off."

"Don't doubt it anymore. Since evil spirits and demons exist, maybe faith really does exist." Sam seemed to have grasped a glimmer of hope.

Wu Heng remained calmly seated on the plastic chair in the corner, as if the surrounding frenzy was separated from him by an invisible barrier.

However, he was not unmoved. His gaze was as sharp as a scalpel, easily peeling away the halo of compassion and the warm smile on Reverend Le Granger's face, piercing directly into the depths of those eyes.

Those eyes were empty.

Le Granger was blind, but his life force was so strong that he shouldn't have been blind. However, this life force seemed to suddenly stop at his eyes.

Therefore, his blindness was intentional.

Behind that blind "compassion," deep within the pastor's devout soul, which genuinely believed in its own divinely bestowed power, Wu Heng saw neither the brilliance of a saint nor the hypocrisy of an angel.

What he saw was a truly kind soul completely kept in the dark, shrouded in a meticulously crafted, enormous lie.

Le Granger, this blind priest, sincerely believed that he had heard a divine oracle and that the light emanating from his palm was a miraculous light born of faith.

He was merely a devout medium, a puppet unaware of the source of his own power.

However, the person pulling the strings was someone else.

Wu Heng's gaze swept naturally and imperceptibly over the woman behind the pastor, who stood quietly with her hands folded in front of her, a polite smile on her face, and who kept looking at her husband with gentle eyes.

Suan Grange.

Her eyes were filled with support and love for her husband's career, almost flawlessly.

But Wu Heng's senses captured even more.

Beneath her seemingly gentle and virtuous exterior, and in the perfectly timed guiding touches she made each time the priest performed a miracle, there lingered around her an extremely faint yet inescapable aura of dark magic, carrying the scent of a bloody and icy pact.

The scent of black magic is very ancient and very secretive.

But this has absolutely nothing to do with faith, and is even contrary to it.

The most shameless aspect is that the faith guided by Le Granger is accepted by 'He', but He doesn't have to lift a finger; all the negative sins are borne by Suan.

To reap the benefits without lifting a finger, to take all the credit while leaving all the blame to others – this is the source of Le Granche's belief.

Wu Heng also knew the reason why this happened in the plot.

Two years ago, when Reverend Le Granger was terminally ill and on the verge of death, his faith did not save him.

His beloved wife, Su An, a seemingly ordinary woman, somehow found a forbidden book of dark magic.

Despair drove her to perform that evil ritual, using bones and blood to imprison a powerful local grim reaper, steeped in Native American legend, a being who ruled over the ancient spirits of this land.

She made an unfair contract with Death.

She used 'Death' as ​​her tool to save the priest; perhaps she should be the priest's 'God'.

Using this stolen power, Su An miraculously cured her husband's terminal illness.

However, after Le Granche regained his life, he attributed it all to the God he devoutly believed in.

He returned to his old profession and began doing good deeds.

Out of love, but also out of some unspeakable fear and helplessness of being bound by the contract, Su An acquiesced to and supported her husband's career.

Hidden behind the scenes, she manipulates the power of death, selecting sacrifices and, through her husband's blind yet deeply believing hands, infusing stolen life into those chosen lucky ones. She begins a relentless search for the morally bankrupt and deeply sinful, targeting them and manipulating death to strip them of their life essence, transferring it to the dying.

She let her husband immerse himself in the sublime dream of being a messenger of God, while she herself constantly bore the burden of bloodshed.

Wu Heng's smile deepened slightly.

This is not hypocrisy, but a deeper, love-wrapped folly. Perhaps in the process, she thought she had found the path to salvation.

But she didn't realize that there was no salvation at all, just as her husband would not have been saved if not for her actions.

Faith is selective; it chooses only what aligns with one's own beliefs, rather than being swayed by piety.

Dean is definitely not a devout guy, at least.

Reverend Le Granger on the stage seemed to sense something, his empty eyes 'looking' at the quiet corner at the back of the hall, as if he could feel some kind of invisible scrutiny.

His smile stiffened for a fleeting, subtle moment, before being replaced by a deeper reverence.

The noisy 'miracle' event finally came to an end.

With feelings of elation or disappointment, the crowd reluctantly left the tents and gradually dispersed.

Wu Heng, Sam, and Dean followed the flow of people and were among the last to leave.

Outside the tent, a seemingly cheerful blonde girl was helping an exhausted middle-aged woman.

The woman's face was etched with sorrow, and her eyes held an almost desperate longing.

The girl was about 20 years old, pale-faced but with clear eyes. However, she was actually the patient, and the woman next to her was pleading with the pastor, the girl's mother, to save her daughter.

She was healthy, but she looked more haggard than the girl with brain cancer.

Dean greeted the girl familiarly.

The girl stopped, looked at the three of them with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Are you also here seeking help from Reverend Le Granger?"

"Yes, how long have you been here? Has it always been like this?" Dean asked with a questioning look on his face and a grin.

“The three of you don’t seem like patients, but I feel the pastor is genuine. He has truly saved many people. I’ve even seen people who were on the verge of death come back to life. That kind of condition is absolutely impossible to fake.”

After the two chatted for a while, the woman standing nearby spoke up.

"Gentlemen, excuse me," she said, her voice heavy with exhaustion and pleading. "We've had a long day. She needs to rest. She has health problems and can't stay up too long."

"Oh, she's a patient?"

"I thought..." Dean was stunned.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Luke's tears welled up instantly: "This is the sixth time I've brought Leila here. My daughter has brain cancer, and the doctor said... said there's little hope...!"

She choked back tears and hugged her daughter tightly.

“We prayed fervently every time, and donated all the money we could, but miracles never happened to Leila…!”

She looked towards the entrance of the auditorium, her eyes filled with incomprehension and pain: "Why? Why didn't the pastor choose her? She was such a kind and good girl!"

Leila gently tugged at her mother's arm, weakly shaking her head to signal her not to, then her gaze swept curiously over the three of them. (End of Chapter)