Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The images are brutal, yet clear.

Wu Heng's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

In his perception, Sam was instantly enveloped by an extremely peculiar and unclassifiable force, which then vanished just as quickly, like the most skillful thief, leaving only a slight aftershock of spacetime disturbance, making it impossible to trace its source and nature.

The time was too short; this power seemed to transcend the ordinary and draw upon the rules of the world.

Sam snapped out of his hallucination, cold sweat soaking his temples. He looked at the two men, his eyes filled with fear and certainty: "It's Bart, Bart is next!"

"Right in his house, with that old-fashioned window!"

"Let's go!" Dean started the car immediately without hesitation.

Instead of going through the main entrance, the three of them used their skills to sneak silently onto the roof of their neighbor's house and approach Bart's house, but they were still a step too late.

As they looked down at the Barts' backyard from their vantage point, they witnessed a horrifying scene:
Bart seemed to be craning his neck, curiously peering out of the heavy, old wooden-framed window, as if something had caught his eye.

Suddenly, the latch securing the window flew off without warning, and the entire heavy window, like a guillotine blade, plummeted with its fatal weight.

Click!

Before he could even let out a scream, Bart Modlin’s head was instantly smashed and crushed, like a watermelon being smashed by a hammer, with red and white matter splattering all over the walls and the ground beside him.

The body was split in two and fell limply to the ground.

This is a force that could never be generated when an ordinary window falls.

The scene was exactly the same as what Sam had seen, without the slightest difference.

A chilling coldness crept up the spines of the three people. Once could be a coincidence, but twice would be a terrifying inevitability!

They left silently and returned to their hotel room, where the atmosphere was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

"Two precise death predictions in a row." Dean rubbed his hair in frustration. "What the hell is this? Some kind of family curse? Who cast it?"

"And Sam, are you feeling alright?" Dean asked Sam with concern.

Sam shook his head.

He then bit his lip and said slowly, "I think my abilities might be related to our mother's death. We'll investigate this further after we've dealt with the current matters."

They then began to discuss it further.

“The force with which the window fell was abnormal,” Wu Heng analyzed. “It was aimed at a family, eliminating them one by one according to a certain order or rule. Now, only the young boy Kyle and his adoptive mother are left in this family.”

"This is revenge, almost certain. It all depends on who their family has offended."

Wu Heng naturally knew the truth, and he was also very interested in Kyle.

After all, in the story, the other party's background, including the way his mother died, is exactly the same as Sam's, and he even has the same telekinesis as Sam. It's just a pity that he committed suicide early on.

As for Kyle's case, the Winchester brothers' next investigation naturally focused on Kyle Modlin, the only remaining young member of the family.

They managed to find the boy, who seemed somewhat introverted and had shifty eyes, near the school.

Dean tried to communicate with him in a relatively gentle way, asking about his family situation, whether he had encountered anything strange recently, or whether there were any ancient objects or enemies in his home.

Kyle, however, reacted with strong resistance and avoidance. His head was lowered, his fingers nervously twisting together, and his voice was weak: "Nothing, nothing. Our family has always been...very ordinary, very...happy. I don't know why this happened."

His words were weak and powerless, his eyes never dared to meet their gaze, his body language was full of defensiveness and unease, and even the sadness in his eyes seemed somewhat fake!
Sam stared at Kyle, his witcher instincts and newly awakened perceptions allowing him to keenly perceive the profound undercurrent in Kyle's words.

“He’s lying,” Sam whispered to Dean. “He’s hiding something.”

Wu Heng, who had been observing silently, took a step forward at this moment.

Unlike Dean, who asked indirectly, he looked directly into Kyle's eyes, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate all pretense and reach the depths of his soul.

Wu Heng's voice was not loud, but it carried a strange, irresistible penetrating power and a hint of barely perceptible pity.

“Kyle,” Wu Heng said, his tone calm yet resolute, “the appearance of a happy family cannot conceal the pain of a soul being tormented for a long time.”

"There was no sadness in your eyes, only deep weariness, helplessness, and a suppressed anger. The aura of pain emanating from you was so strong that it almost suffocated me."

"Tell me, or tell someone who can help you, what the truth is. If you continue to carry it, you might be the next one to be 'cursed'."

Wu Heng's words were like a precise key, instantly piercing through the thick protective shell that Kyle had built with lies and numbness.

Kyle suddenly raised his head, his eyes instantly reddening, and his body trembling violently.

He seemed to have all his strength drained away, or perhaps he could no longer bear the heavy secret, and tears streamed down his face.

There was no answer, only a whimper. Then Kyle shoved Dean away and, like a wounded beast, stumbled and fled the scene in a disheveled state.

His reaction says it all.

Back at the hotel, Sam was unusually downcast. He leaned against the wall, rubbing his temples: "He definitely knows something. That house is definitely not what he said it is."

Before he could finish speaking, that familiar, tearing pain swept through his brain once again!

"Ugh--!" Sam screamed, clutching his head and collapsing onto the carpet.

Dean immediately stepped forward.

Wu Heng's gaze became incredibly focused once again, and he unleashed his invisible probing force field at full power, attempting to capture the fleeting source of that power.

Sam struggled in agony, screaming out the bloody scenes he had witnessed in broken, intermittent bursts:
"Kyle went to his foster mother's room with a dagger in his hand. He was accusing her, cursing her, calling her an accomplice, saying she deserved to die. He pounced on her, intending to kill her, right there in that room!"

The image is clear and filled with a sense of despair.

When Sam recovered from the hallucination again, exhausted, a faint disappointment flashed in Wu Heng's eyes. It was still too fast, too blurry. The core of that power was still hidden behind the mist, elusive and hard to grasp.

But it seems to be associated with strong negative emotions and a set trajectory.

Dean and Sam were utterly shocked by the content of the hallucination.

"So it's not a curse?" Dean murmured incredulously. "It's Kyle, he killed his own father and uncle, and now he's going to kill his foster mother. Why? I don't feel like he's that kind of person!"

Sam gasped for breath, his eyes filled with complex emotions, a mixture of realization and deep sorrow: "I should have known. The way he looked wasn't from the grief of losing a loved one, but from fear and long-suppressed hatred!"

"The look on his face when he spoke of family happiness was one of numbness and despair!" (End of Chapter)