Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

At this moment, the way the Winchester brothers looked at Wu Heng completely changed.

Shocked by his unfathomable strength and his effortless, all-encompassing, and indifferent demeanor, Wu Heng's words brought him back to his senses. He nodded repeatedly, then packed his things and returned with Wu Heng to the motel where they were temporarily staying.

“Things here are temporarily settled. This place is closest to my manor, so why don’t we go and rest for a while?” Wu Heng’s voice broke the silence as he extended an invitation.

His tone was so calm, as if he were discussing the weather, rather than having just experienced a brush with death.

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance, both seeing weariness and a desperate need to clear their chaotic thoughts in each other's eyes.

Malik Estate was indeed the most convenient place to stay, although it was also full of unknowns.

The two nodded without saying anything more and followed Wu Heng into the car.

Returning to Mauritius felt different.

The oak door slid open silently, and a warm, dry air, mixed with the scent of ancient wood and a faint fragrance, wafted in. The surrounding temperature lowered the brightness, and flames danced in the fireplace inside the room.

This time, the brothers' keen senses allowed them to detect more energy and feel the power surging beneath the calm surface of the ancient mansion.

Dinner is ready.

A long dining table was covered with a clean white tablecloth, and the silver cutlery gleamed. It was filled with a variety of exquisite and abundant foods, from perfectly roasted ribs to fresh and juicy vegetables.

The cattle were freshly slaughtered and delivered, and every vegetable was specially grown by nearby farms, ensuring the freshest quality.

There was even a bottle of red wine that looked old and had a faded label.

"Please make yourself at home, don't be shy." Wu Heng sat down in the main seat with an elegant posture.

Sam and Dean were indeed hungry, especially Dean. After experiencing intense emotional turmoil and energy depletion, his appetite had greatly increased. He didn't know the meaning of politeness, and upon hearing this, he immediately cut off a large piece of roast meat and stuffed it into his mouth, praising it indistinctly:

"Mmm, it tastes really good, a million times better than that motel stuff!"

Just then, the side door of the restaurant slid open silently.

A figure carrying a silver platter of dessert walked in with steady steps.

Sam was picking up his water glass when his gaze inadvertently swept over the person who had entered. His movements froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and Dean abruptly stopped chewing, nearly choking. The silver fork in his hand clattered onto his plate, and he jumped to his feet, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the person who had come in!

What came into view was an elderly man, dressed in an impeccably tailored black butler's uniform, with his white hair neatly combed and a well-trained, slightly rigid expression of respect on his face.

But that face, that skin texture like old ashes.

And those deeply sunken eye sockets, as if leading to the underworld, though no longer in their terrifying spirit form, but possessing a seemingly solid 'body', Sam and Dean would never mistake them!
Fake!

Isn't this the old man who was just forcibly suppressed and bound by Wu Heng's evil giant in the basement?
He actually became a butler here?!
The Grim Reaper's butler, or perhaps now should be called the old butler, seemed completely oblivious to the brothers' almost tangible shock and wary gazes.

He gently placed the dessert in the center of the table, bowed slightly to Wu Heng, and said in a deep, steady voice, without a trace of emotion, "Sir, is this the dessert you requested? Do you need anything else?"

"No need, thank you for your trouble."

Wu Heng didn't even raise his head, responding indifferently, as if commanding a death god as a butler was the most ordinary thing in the world. The old butler bowed slightly again, silently retreating into the shadows of the corner, standing with his hands at his sides, like the most perfect piece of furniture.

Immediately afterwards, another figure floated in; it was Hannah's spirit.

She was still wearing that retro dress, holding a crystal wine bottle in her ethereal hand, her face showing a mixture of curiosity and excitement.

She carefully placed the wine bottle beside Wu Heng, then, mimicking the old butler's manner, awkwardly performed a curtsy to Wu Heng, her bright eyes glancing at the two shocked brothers, seemingly a little embarrassed.

“Hannah was a senior member of the family and was my elder, but she died young and was trapped somewhere for over two hundred years. She was simple-minded,” Wu Heng said calmly, as if explaining. “She just found it interesting and wanted to find something to do.”

“These two are the Winchester brothers, they’re friends of mine. You’ve met them before,” Wu Heng said to Hannah.

"Hello!"

"Uh, hello." The two brothers replied instinctively.

Wu Heng paused, then added, "The same goes for that old butler. The new contract makes him need an anchor point to maintain his existence in the world. Fulfilling his duties helps him understand and adapt to the rules of the present world."

How can a Grim Reaper adapt to the rules of the mortal world by becoming a butler?
Sam and Dean felt their worldviews were once again violently shaken.

Humans, spirits, and death coexist in such a bizarre yet harmonious way in one room, engaging in activities as mundane as afternoon tea and dinner. This intense sense of incongruity and absurdity sends chills down their spines and makes them lose their appetite.

The Morric family's way of dealing with the supernatural was completely beyond their comprehension.

The meal ended in an extremely eerie atmosphere.

The two brothers ate the food on their plates almost mechanically, finding it tasteless and bland.

After the meal, the three of them moved to the study.

The crackling fire in the fireplace dispelled the chill of the night, but it couldn't dispel the fog in the brothers' hearts. Dean took a deep breath and decided to get to the point. He looked at Wu Heng, who was sitting in the armchair opposite him, his expression serious:
“Mr. Wu, we have witnessed the power of the Morrick family and are very grateful for their help. However, I have a question for you. Is there any information in your family records about a yellow-eyed demon? That yellow-eyed demon killed our mother…”

Before he could finish speaking, Sam next to him suddenly let out a suppressed groan of pain, clutched his head, and collapsed onto the sofa.

“Sam?” Dean turned around immediately.

Sam suddenly clutched his head, digging his fingers into his hair, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead, and his face turning deathly pale.

His body trembled slightly, his eyes were tightly closed, and his eyeballs rolled rapidly under his eyelids.

"Ugh!" He made a broken, choking sound from his throat.

"Sam! What's wrong?!" Dean quickly helped him up.

Wu Heng also sat up straight, looking sharply at Sam with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

A few seconds later, Sam's trembling stopped. He opened his eyes abruptly, his pupils dilated with fear, his breathing rapid, as if he had just escaped a terrible nightmare. (End of Chapter)