Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

In response to Wu Heng's questioning.

The kitchen was deathly silent, save for Kyle's heavy, desperate breathing, which sounded hoarse like a broken bellows.

The crushed pistol turned into a pool of liquid in Dean's somewhat distressed gaze. His revenge plan was completely thwarted, and even the right to die seemed to have been taken away.

Kyle collapsed to the ground, his hands buried deep in his hair, his shoulders heaving violently, emitting a suppressed whimper, like that of a wounded wild dog.

"why?"

"Why won't you let me die? Don't I even have the right to die?!" He suddenly raised his head, his face covered in tears and snot, his eyes bloodshot, his expression broken as he looked at Wu Heng, his voice filled with utter despair and confusion.

Wu Heng took two steps forward, looking down at him with a calm and unwavering gaze. To be honest, the heart-wrenching scene before him was just a boring drama to him.

Tears are the cheapest thing.

Wu Heng spoke slowly, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears: "You feel you are in great pain, have endured a lot, so you have lost the courage to live and are planning to end your life?"

These words were like a cold needle, piercing Kyle's despair.

He stared blankly at Wu Heng.

“How foolish, cowardly, and ignorant you are,” Wu Heng’s gaze swept over Kyle, then seemed to casually glance at Sam and Dean, who were also tense. “In this room, right now, there is someone who has endured more, deeper, and more desperate suffering than you.”

"Everything you've been through is probably nothing compared to what she's gone through."

This made everyone stunned.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, their eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

More painful than Kyle?

Kyle's experience was already unfortunate, and they subconsciously thought of themselves. Sam and Kyle had similar childhood traumas, but at least he had their father, John. Although their father was strict and often absent, the two brothers were not abused and knew that their father was looking for their mother.

Although Dean took on the responsibility of caring for his younger brother at a young age and went through many hardships, it doesn't seem like he suffered any more pain.

Could Wu Heng be referring to himself?

But he is the head of the Morrick family, possessing unfathomable power and wealth, which doesn't seem like him at all!

Who could that be?

Kyle stopped crying, her swollen eyes looking at Wu Heng suspiciously, not understanding the meaning behind his words.

"Don't misunderstand." Wu Heng seemed to see through their thoughts and calmly denied their guesses.

"This person is not me."

At this point, he slowly raised his hand, his long, slender fingers pointing precisely in a direction on the second floor: "She has always been here, in that room, and has never left."

Following the direction he pointed, Kyle's face instantly turned deathly pale, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

That is
That was the room where his biological mother was burned to death.

Since that tragedy, the room has been sealed off due to its ominous nature and fear. It was later converted into a storage room for miscellaneous items, an ominous place that everyone in the family deliberately avoids and dares not mention.

“No, it’s impossible.” Kyle’s voice trembled, gripped by a mixture of fear, longing, and immense shock.

Then came another surge of anger: "If she was there, why did she keep ignoring me?"

Wu Heng did not offer any further explanation.

He turned and walked straight toward the stairs, his steps steady, as if he were merely visiting an ordinary room. Sam and Dean exchanged a glance and immediately followed. Both were filled with immense questions and an indescribable tension, as if a truth was about to be revealed.

Kyle struggled to his feet and staggered after him.

Arriving at the door of the long-sealed storeroom on the second floor, where even the doorknob was covered in dust, a chilling aura seemed to seep out through the door panel.

Wu Heng stopped in front of the door.

He didn't push the door, or even touch it, leaving Dean and Sam puzzled.

The next moment, a suffocatingly terrifying pressure descended once again!
The shadow beneath Wu Heng's feet surged and expanded violently like boiling black asphalt, and the puppet evil spirit guardian that had easily suppressed the Grim Reaper upon its mere appearance reappeared silently.

It has reappeared with a chilling sense of oppression.

The enormous, non-human-structured body, as if without substance, pierced directly through the second-floor floor and the first-floor slab. Its lower body seemed to remain in the shadow of the living room downstairs, while its upper body had already pierced through the floors and stood tall in the second-floor corridor.

This cast a cold, invisible shadow over Wu Heng, the Winchester brothers, and Kyle.

Immediately afterwards, the eight terrifying tentacles on the puppet's body, formed from unknown dark metal and covered with ferocious spikes, shot out like mad pythons that had smelled blood.

Its target was the tightly closed wooden door of the storeroom, and the walls around it!

Puff puff puff puff!

The tentacles easily tore through the thin plaster and wooden planks, embedding themselves deep inside the door frame and surrounding walls, as if they were not brick or wood, but foam.

Then, a terrifying power suddenly and completely erupted.

Eight tentacles simultaneously ripped outwards, tearing fiercely!
Rumble--!

The entire wall, along with the wooden door, was torn apart from the building structure as if it were a tattered rag grasped by a giant's hand, with wood chips flying everywhere and brick fragments falling in a flurry.

The room behind was not what was expected.

It seems that due to the power of the tentacles, this time it is different from the ordinary room where Kyle has lived for more than 20 years.

Behind the broken walls, instead of the interior of the storeroom, emerged a constantly writhing black barrier that appeared as if it were made of thick ink.

This barrier exudes an extremely cold, deathly, and nauseating aura, with countless painful and distorted faces vaguely appearing on it before quickly disappearing.

The puppet spirit's eight tentacles were firmly pinned to this writhing black barrier, pulling it inward and causing it to cave in deeply.

"Waaaah--!"

"Hiss ho ho~!"

Almost the instant the barrier was touched and dented, it was as if a boil leading to hell had been punctured.

Countless shrill and indescribable wails, curses, and screams of pain erupted from the barrier like tangible waves, assaulting everyone's eardrums and soul.

At the same time, behind the black barrier membrane, countless shadowy, frantically struggling and twisting terrifying figures emerged.

They desperately tried to squeeze through that thin membrane, scratching with their nails and gnawing with their teeth, filled with endless resentment and longing for the world of the living.

The countless, sinister gazes were enough to drive any sane person completely insane.

Beyond the barrier lies a living hell.

Sam and Dean's expressions turned serious. They instinctively took a half-step back and gripped their weapons tightly, even though they knew it would likely be useless against power of this level. (End of Chapter)