Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The whole process was swift and terrifying. In just a few seconds, a living person was completely 'shriveled' in extreme pain. The skin clung tightly to the bones, all the water and blood were drained, and the seven orifices were like burst water pipes. The person slumped limply on the steering wheel, turning into a human skin wrapped in wet clothes.

The out-of-control vehicle veered sharply to the left, crashed into the bridge railing, and then bounced back, triggering a series of emergency braking and collisions behind it.

The harsh sounds of metal scraping, impacts, and screams instantly shattered the oppressive atmosphere of the rainy day.

All of this was naturally the work of the evil spirits on that ghost ship.

It deliberately creates panic and chaos, trying to trap everyone on the bridge and make them its new sacrifices.

Wu Heng, who was at the very back of the convoy and had just crossed the bridge, naturally became the next target. To trap everyone, it was necessary to surround them from both ends.

Wu Heng felt the chilling sense of being locked on suddenly intensify. Looking in the rearview mirror, he saw that there was now an extra 'person' in the back seat.

This is the image of a burly male corpse, who appears to have been drowning for a long time.

It was soaking wet, its tattered sailor uniform clinging to its swollen, bluish skin, its hair sticking to its scalp and face like seaweed, constantly dripping murky river water.

Most strikingly, it is missing its right hand, with the broken wrist jagged and uneven, as if it had been bitten off by something.

Its pale eyes stared blankly at the back of Wu Heng's head, while its intact left hand slowly rose, trying to press down on Wu Heng's head and repeat the previous torture.

"court death!"

Wu Heng didn't turn around, but coldly uttered two words.

Just as the wet, ghostly hand was about to touch his skin...
Click! Kaka!

Several pitch-black, eerie tentacles covered in dark metallic scales suddenly emerged from the shadows of the car seats, the gaps in the doors, and even the air conditioning vents, like venomous snakes, coiling around, binding, and imprisoning the sailor spirit.

For the first time, the evil spirit's swollen face revealed anthropomorphic astonishment and disbelief.

It struggled frantically, emanating a strong, cold, and resentful aura. The temperature inside the carriage plummeted to freezing point, and frost instantly formed on the windows.

But the power emanating from those tentacles was far beyond its comprehension; it was a suppressive force originating from a more malevolent force, and its struggle was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Zizi!

The tentacles glowed with an eerie light and began to forcibly extract and devour the evil spirit's source power. The evil spirit let out a silent, mournful shriek, and its body became transparent and weak at a visible speed.

At the same time, Wu Heng felt that the engine sound had become unusually muffled, and the engine malfunction light on the dashboard was on. The supernatural dampness and cold air brought by the evil spirit had seriously affected the vehicle's electrical circuits and even caused water to enter the engine.

Wu Heng glanced at the ghost ship on the river outside the window, which was still emitting resentment and causing chaos, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

“You ruined my car…” he muttered to himself, “Then you’ll have to pay for it with your boat.”

Without hesitation, he pushed open the car door and got out.

The downpour instantly soaked his hair and coat, but he didn't care.

A thick, evil tentacle extended from beneath his feet like a flexible bridge, lifting him up and defying gravity, directly transporting him from the chaotic scene of the car accident to the eerie ghost ship in the middle of the river.

Wu Heng landed steadily on the wet, cold deck and looked around. The ship was like a forgotten coffin, deathly silent and cold.

He went straight to the captain's cabin, which was in a mess and most of the items were rotten, but on a table half-covered with a waterproof tarpaulin, he found a tattered logbook and some yellowed documents.

After quickly flipping through the pages, Wu Heng learned about the ship's origins.

Its name was 'Riverclaw', and it was once a small cargo ship used for inland waterway transport.

The evil spirit that attacked him was the ship's first mate, named Edgar Hollis. In 1876, he was executed on the ship on charges of treason and smuggling goods with the enemy. His right hand was cut off and he was thrown into the river. He was only 37 years old when he died.

His intense resentment and obsession with the river caused his soul to merge with the ship, transforming it into a ghost ship that randomly appears in a certain body of water every 37 years to reap lives.

"A 37-year-old curse, a boring cycle." Wu Heng closed his journal.

He walked to the edge of the deck, where the first mate Hollis's evil spirit, tightly bound by tentacles and now translucent, was dragged in front of him.

Wu Heng extended his finger, and complex dark runes lit up at the tip of his finger. He then directly touched the core of the evil spirit's forehead!

"In Morric's name, you are hereby permanently imprisoned as the family's boatman!"

The powerful force of the contract forcefully penetrated the core of the evil spirit and connected it with the origin of the ghost ship. The evil spirit let out a final, unwilling cry and finally surrendered completely, turning into a blurry, vengeful ghost imprisoned within the figurehead. Its power was then bound to the puppet evil spirit.

With a thought from Wu Heng, the entire ghost ship trembled slightly, its hull becoming more solid, yet seemingly existing between reality and illusion.

It no longer drifted with the current, but turned its bow towards the downstream, breaking through the rain curtain and silently accelerating away.

Even more strangely, after sailing for a short time, the entire ship, along with Wu Heng standing on the deck, began to become blurry and transparent, and finally seemed to merge into the torrential rain and disappear completely.

The next moment, twenty kilometers downstream, the ghost ship reappeared out of thin air.

This ability to make short-distance 'jumps' using resentment and water is far faster than a car and extremely stealthy.

Wu Heng felt satisfied with the operation of the boat beneath his feet.

As he expected, it was not a ship in the purely physical sense; it was more like a phenomenon, an aggregate of curses.

As long as the environment is humid enough, it can move by its own strength and moisture, even on land soaked by torrential rain. It is indeed a pretty good family mode of transportation.

Meanwhile, Dean and Sam, dragging their wounded bodies, drove an impala and used an EMF detector to patrol the area.

Finally, after investigating the third location reported to have abnormal energy fluctuations, the detector emitted a piercing beep as it passed the entrance of an old bar called "Midnight Blues"!

"This is it!" Sam stared at the alarming readings on the screen, his face grave.

Instead of rushing in, they pretended to be FBI agents and, under the pretext of investigating a nearby theft, retrieved surveillance footage from the entrance of a convenience store across from the bar.

When they quickly reviewed the recording, they discovered a problem:

During several periods, the surveillance footage would suddenly become extremely unstable, filled with static, or exhibit strange jumps and gaps in the image, as if something was interfering with the signal. (End of Chapter)