Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Their intentions were good, but it was definitely illegal.

These thoughts kept swirling in his mind, until they gave him a headache. Finally, in this moment of calm, everything shattered. Dean calmed down and stopped being so rebellious.

"Leila, I hope you'll be happy from now on!" Dean whispered.

He gave his opinion.

Upon hearing his words, Mrs. Luke burst into tears of joy, saying thank you, thank you Dean for letting Leila go, and then hurriedly looked at Su An beside her.

"I was reckless in this matter, and I should be the one apologizing."

After apologizing, Dean turned and left in a hurry.

One reason was that he still couldn't fully accept it, and the other was that he felt ashamed to stay there.

Seeing this, Wu Heng followed.

"Mrs. Suan, can you still help Leila?" Mrs. Luke, who was now down to only three people, pleaded urgently.

"She's still young, she has a long life ahead of her, she should live. Now that we've chosen her, I'll definitely help her, don't worry. Since the fire was fake, let's begin now."

Su An stared at Wu Heng's departing figure for a moment. She had done this in the name of sanctity and had not taken a single penny of benefit. Even the donated money was distributed to the people living in the small tents around the area.

In reality, they are all poor people suffering from hidden or chronic illnesses that will not die immediately, but who are tormented by pain because they cannot afford medical treatment.

Now that these terminally ill people have been cured and have a healthy family, they have an obligation to donate a portion of their money to help those patients who, because they occupied a spot, could not receive treatment but were not in mortal danger and could persevere.

This is a form of compensation from those who were cured to those patients who took up the available spots.

Despite her previous insistence on this practice, the act of manipulating and imprisoning death, and taking away other people's lives, still left her feeling uneasy all the time.

She even knew she would go to hell after she died, but as long as her husband could go to heaven, it would be worth it.

But now that someone has expressed support for him after learning of his evil deeds, it is a rare affirmation and comfort.

He's a truly unique young man.

Mrs. Suan was brought back to her senses by Mrs. Luke's movement of getting up. She led Suan back to the tent, covered her chest with her hands, and muttered something under her breath.

The husband's earlier gesture of pressing down on her head was just a pretense; it was completely unnecessary.

Leila's body convulsed instantly, and she collapsed to the ground.

Mrs. Luke was not worried. After watching the prayer ceremony so many times, she knew that this was a natural reaction during the treatment process.

Dean walked along the lakeside.

He squatted down, gazing at the lake.

He still felt his head was spinning. Hearing familiar footsteps beside him, he asked without turning around, "Got a cigarette?"

"Have."

Wu Heng took one out of his pocket and handed it to Dean.

Dean took a deep breath, his face contorted with worry, and looked at the calm lake surface: "I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

“This outcome will definitely make you feel better than if you chose to let Leila die, absolutely.” Wu Heng said.

In the story, Dean chose to interrupt Leila's treatment, which not only led to her death but also made him very uneasy, and this matter will remain hidden deep in his heart forever.

It is absolutely a painful thing. "To have pain that you can't forget is definitely a regret and a mistake."

"You should be happy."

"But I can't be happy." Dean took a deep breath.

“I think you should be more worried about something else right now than how you feel.” Wu Heng put the lighter back in his pocket. “Didn’t you send your brother Sam to find the chosen one and stop Death from going?”

"Watfa!" Dean jumped up and flicked his cigarette butt into the lake.

A series of events caused him to neglect his younger brother.

Twenty minutes ago.

At the park parking lot in Jeffrey town, Sam finally found Carl Reid, who could be chosen as a sacrifice, and explained to him in detail what might happen.

"Sir, you have to believe me, you are really in danger."

"Come on, young man, go do something serious. Stop messing around with these scams. I've already done all that stuff before." The guy looked at Sam with utter contempt as he tried to dissuade him.

“I’m here to help you.” Sam was speechless inside, but he still explained. “I’m going to draw a circle of salt around your body now, maybe that will stop it.”

"Kid, I advise you not to cause trouble."

“I’m not looking for trouble, I’m trying to help you. You have to believe me, I swear.”

Do you have any change in your pocket?

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"If you really want to help me, give me some change so I can buy a shot of marijuana. I'm in so much pain right now, it's a damn disease. I feel like I'm not talking about death, if I don't smoke soon, I might really be tortured to death."

As the man spoke, he leaned forward and began to search Sam's pockets.

"Hey, hey, buddy, calm down." Sam quickly took two steps back.

"You want some change, right? Well, this would be robbery. Here's what we'll do: I'll give you $50, and you just stand here for 30 minutes while I draw a circle around you."

"Consider this a bonus." Sam glanced at his watch. Dean had just texted him that the prayer meeting was about to begin, and he needed to hurry.

"Okay, fine." The man held out his hand, his face showing he wasn't even going to pay upfront.

His main concern was that he was already too weak to beat the young man in front of him; otherwise, he would have already attacked and taken the weapon. There wouldn't be so much trouble. It was really annoying.

Sam pulled out some change from his pocket, and the man immediately pursed his lips, his face full of discrimination, because Sam only had a little over 70 dollars in his pocket.

"What a penniless wretch."

Sam was speechless upon hearing this, but he still handed 50 dollars to the man and then drew a circle around his body with salt.

As time passed, the bored man suddenly looked terrified.

"A ghost! A ghost! It's coming! It's a gray-skinned old man's corpse, and it's staring straight at me! Fuck!" The man turned to run away, but Sam grabbed him.

"You can't outrun death. Salt will protect you. Don't move around."

The man chose to believe Sam after hearing this, because Sam had already told him so before. (End of Chapter)