Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Under the dim light of the room, Wu Heng calmly revealed the cruel truth that the priest might be manipulating dark magic rituals to save Dean's life.

The air seemed to freeze, with only Sam's heavy breathing and Dean's sudden clenching of his fist making a sound.

Despite Wu Heng's many words, the two of them still couldn't accept it.

"So that woman, she really did it." Dean's voice was dry and hoarse, his fingers unconsciously pressing against his chest, where he had been torn apart by the electric shock, but now forcibly glued back together by the stolen life. An indescribable feeling of nausea surged up, almost overshadowing the real sensation of his body recovering.

"Was my life bought with someone else's life?"

Dean's face turned pale as he recalled the chosen sacrifice, the dead athlete, a stranger whom Suan deemed morally bankrupt.

Life is like a candle being extinguished, just to rekindle his dying flame. He was just a scoundrel, so why should he live such a wretched life?

Sam's face was also as pale as paper. He rubbed his temples in pain, trying to process this mind-blowing information.

“I don’t know, this is murder. What right do they have to decide who should die for whom?” Both brothers were now filled with regret.

Wu Heng couldn't understand what they were regretting: the death of an athlete, a scumbag?
Or do they regret that Dean is still alive?

While they might be considered law-abiding citizens, Dean's private life was chaotic, involving credit card fraud and the two impersonating various FBI and other public officials, essentially committing every imaginable illegal act.

But at this moment, it's all so pretentious.

At the pastor's house, Su An saw that the pastor had fallen asleep. Her gaze finally settled on her husband's contented, peaceful, and healed face and sleeping posture.

Finally, they quietly went into the basement.

Love, fear, despair, and a twisted sense of justice intertwined in her eyes, and she finally murmured:

"I saved my husband, and I also saved many other people who were just as desperate!"

"Because I understand the contrast and pain of watching a loved one slowly stop breathing, while the scum of society, robbers, swindlers, and sadists can still live a carefree life."

"What's wrong with using their value to save truly kind people who need help? Is it right to watch innocent children and devout believers die in pain?"

Su An's murmured voice trembled hysterically.

Finally, she began to pray, to pray for her husband. She had no faith, or rather, her faith was her husband and love.

The Winchester brothers have decided to launch an investigation into the pastor.

Dean returned to his room in silence, his eyes filled with pain. He couldn't deny that he had been saved because of this, but this 'gratitude' was like poison, burning his soul.

He couldn't agree with Wu Heng's seemingly cold-blooded logic of cutting losses.

The next day, during the prayer, the two began their search. The pastor had not healed the sick that day because he had not felt any divine revelation.

Sam, who had quietly arrived at Su An's house, spotted a book on a dusty bookshelf. It was spotless, clearly indicating that it had been taken out frequently.

After searching, they found a thick, palm-sized black magic tome in a hidden compartment that recorded the ritual for imprisoning the Grim Reaper, along with a stack of photos and addresses.

That was the next sacrificial target that Su An had carefully selected. At the same time, they also found a specific way to destroy the altar and end the contract. The altar was built of bones and blood, and as long as the altar was destroyed, the ritual that had been illegally taking lives could be lifted.

Back at their temporary lodging, the brothers were overwhelmed by exhaustion and moral dilemmas.

A knock sounded at the door, and Leila stood outside.

Her complexion was worse than yesterday, and the hair peeking out from under her woolen hat was even thinner, but her eyes remained clear, carrying a hint of confusion and an almost imperceptible expectation.

"Mr. Dean?" she said with a bright smile. "My mother asked me to ask how you feel about the pastor choosing you yesterday. Are you really okay?"

Her gaze lingered on Dean's still pale face, as if searching for traces of a miracle.

Dean looked at the girl whose life was about to end, thought of her mother's desperate eyes, and then thought of the 'evidence' flowing through his own body. A strong impulse surged into his heart.

He practically blurted out, "Lena, listen, don't go to that prayer meeting anymore, don't trust that priest! His 'healing' is problematic, very dangerous!"

Leila was stunned by his words, her eyes filled with confusion and hurt: "Why? The priest is a good person, he saved so many people...!"

"Believe me!" Dean's voice carried an anxiety and pain he himself was unaware of. "That's not real help; it will cost you more than you can imagine!"

He couldn't tell the truth; it would be too cruel to the girl in front of him.

Leila looked at Dean, her gaze gradually shifting from confusion to a quiet sadness.

She seemed to understand something, yet she also seemed to understand nothing. She could see that something profound had changed in Dean, something heavy, so different from his cynical exterior, that was crushing him.

“You… seem very different, Mr. Dean,” she said softly, without asking further questions. She simply gave him a deep look, then silently turned and left.

Her slender figure appeared particularly vulnerable in the dimly lit corridor.

She couldn't give up her hope of survival just because of what Dean said; even if she didn't care, she had to consider her mother's feelings.

As a single parent, if she were to die, her beloved mother would be left all alone, and she is already old. She can't even imagine what might happen, or even what could happen.
Leila dared not think too deeply about it.

Late at night, Sam and Dean sneaked into the pastor's house again.

Using information gleaned from ancient texts, they discovered an ancient altar hidden deep within the cellar—an ominous structure built of obsidian and the bones of unknown animals.

Then they discovered that the core items for black magic were missing.

Even if the altar in front of us is destroyed, it will not serve its purpose, as its most essential parts have been taken away.

Dean found a photo and location of the man chosen as the 'sacrifice'—a middle-aged man named Carl Reid with a prior robbery conviction who lived on the other side of town.

The following morning, the 'Faith Healing' conference was held again.

The fervor was greater than ever before, as Reverend Le Granger announced, under a “divine revelation,” that a miracle would be performed tonight for a “pure soul in dire need of help”—Leila Rook!
Mrs. Luke trembled with excitement, clutching her daughter's hand tightly, tears welling in her eyes. She saw hope for the future.

Leila, wearing a hat, was deathly pale, but her eyes were unusually calm. She stole a glance at Dean sitting behind her, a complex and unreadable emotion in her eyes. (End of Chapter)