Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Dean stared at the viscous liquid in his hand, which glowed with an eerie green light, his Adam's apple bobbing. Sam, standing beside him, stared wide-eyed, his expression a mixture of worry and curiosity.

However, both of them knew that Wu Heng would not harm them.

"Damn, give it a try."

Dean growled, as if to bolster his courage, then abruptly pulled off the cork and tilted his head back to pour the greenish liquid, which seemed to wriggle slightly as if it had a life of its own, into his mouth.

"Ugh—uh—!"

The moment the liquid entered his mouth, Dean's eyes bulged out, and his entire face instantly contorted into a mask of agony.

The smell was indescribable; it was like forcing yourself to swallow a huge clump of thick snot that had been fermenting in a dark corner for half a month, mixed with rotten seaweed, rotten eggs, and some indescribable chemical agent—a terrifying mixture.

It was sticky and slippery, as if it were alive, trying to crawl back down the throat, even trying to stick to the tongue and take it to the stomach.

At the same time, it carried a putrid stench that went straight to the top of one's head and penetrated deep into the soul.

Dean couldn't help but bend over, letting out a series of violent retching sounds. With a "whoosh," he vomited a mouthful of thick, inky black water that smelled of sulfur and burnt liquid onto the cold deck of the ghost ship.

Tsk-!

The moment the black liquid touched the deck, it emitted a piercing sound like strong acid corroding it, and quickly billowed up a nauseating plume of black smoke.

This was the dark aura that had invaded his body when he was injured by the demon. It usually took several days of salt baths and rest to slowly clear it out, but now it was instantly forced out by this strange green liquid.

"Cough cough cough, ugh—!" Dean didn't even bother to look at the smoking black water. He felt his entire esophagus and stomach protesting wildly. He scrambled to the side of the boat, leaned most of his body out of the gunwale, and frantically retched at the empty puddles below, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"I'd rather vomit and take a bite of hot dog poop on the street than vomit and taste this stuff again!" Dean gasped, his voice hoarse, and swore with lingering fear.

He felt that his sense of taste and smell had been devastated.

Sam, who had been worried about the effects of the medicine, was startled by Dean's reaction and hesitated for a moment. But then he turned his gaze to Dean's back and calves and exclaimed, "Dean, your wounds are healing rapidly!"

Dean was taken aback when he heard this, and then belatedly realized that in his haste to rush to the side of the boat, his movements were extremely exaggerated, but the wound that should have been in excruciating pain was not experiencing pain, but rather an intense, deep-seated, and unbearable itching.

He hurriedly looked down and saw that the horrific wound on his thigh, which had been corroded by demonic power and was originally a bloody mess with some bone fragments visible, was now covered by a soft green fluorescent light.

Under the fluorescent light, the granulation tissue grew wildly at a visible speed, with flesh and blood constantly intertwining and healing, and the skin tissue also regenerating rapidly, covered with a new pinkish flesh color.

The process was incredibly fast and maddeningly itchy.

"Damn it, it's so itchy!" Dean couldn't help but want to scratch, but Sam quickly stopped him.

At this moment, Wu Heng handed Sam another bottle of liquid that also glowed green, his expression as calm as ever.

Sam took the bottle, his hand trembling slightly. He looked at Dean, who was both in pain and pleasure, swallowed hard, and tentatively asked, "Does it really taste that bad?"

Dean wiped away the tears he had vomited, revealing a twisted smile that was distorted by the intense itching from his healing wound:

"Hey, maybe... everyone's taste is different. Maybe you'll like it. Don't hesitate, Sam, it works fucking amazing!" he jokingly encouraged. Sam looked at his brother's rapidly healing wound and knew this stuff really was effective. Healing injuries was more important than anything else. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and, imitating Dean, tilted his head back and poured the liquid down his throat!
"Gulp. Ugh. Vomit--!!!"

The next second, Sam's reaction was almost exactly the same as Dean's, or even more intense.

He suddenly bent over and dry heaved, his face turning deathly pale as if he were about to vomit bile. He rushed to the other side of the ship and joined the ranks of those dry heaving into the air.

Wu Heng watched the two brothers gagging and retching by the side of the boat with a blank expression, as if he were watching a boring sitcom.

In less than three minutes, all the wounds, big and small, on the two women's bodies, even some old scars, disappeared without a trace, and their skin became as smooth as if it had been reborn. This kind of beauty effect could drive any woman crazy.

For women who dare to operate on fresh flesh and bones, they probably wouldn't mind such disgusting smells at all.

The intense nausea gradually subsided, replaced by an indescribable, vibrant lightness.

The two of them became energetic again, as if their previous near-death experience was just an illusion.

"Wow!" Dean moved his leg, which was now completely healed, incredulously, and touched his shoulder where he had been shot. "This stuff tastes like hell, but the effects are heavenly. Lor, what kind of black technology is this?"

He then turned his curious gaze to the ghost ship beneath his feet. This vehicle, capable of soaring through the sky, plunging into the earth, and passing through walls, was simply too cool: "And this ship, where did you get such a wonderful thing?"

Wu Heng glanced at the desolate state of the abandoned factory below and casually replied, "I picked it up by the roadside on the way here."

He told the truth.

Dean: "." He decided not to press the issue with this obviously perfunctory answer.

At this moment, the three of them finally turned their attention to the blonde woman who had been trying her best to keep a low profile and huddled in a corner since boarding the ship.

Feeling the gaze focused on her, the woman trembled, quickly raised her head, and explained in a rapid-fire voice, "My name is Ruby, and I mean you no harm!"

"Really, I just... I just can't stand what those Seven Deadly Sins demons are doing. They've gone too far, and you Winchester brothers are special. I don't want you to die like this!"

After listening, Wu Heng's face remained expressionless, as if he had only heard an unimportant weather forecast.

He looked at Dean and Sam, his tone flat: "This is your 'ally.' What do you want to do with her? Purify her or deport her?"

Dean frowned immediately and said decisively, "A demon is a demon, not a single one of them is good!"

"She can help us today, but she could stab us in the back tomorrow. But she did save us after all. In my opinion, forget about purification; it's safest to send her back to her hometown!"

His wariness and distrust of demons are deeply ingrained.

"Wait!" Sam called out to stop them.

He looked at Ruby, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "She did save us just now. If she hadn't held us back, we wouldn't have been able to wait for you to arrive." (End of Chapter)