Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Then he turned to Ruby and asked seriously, "Can you guarantee that you won't harm any more innocent humans? Otherwise, I'd rather deal with you myself!"

Ruby, as if grasping at a straw, hurriedly swore, "I promise, I swear on the soul of this body!"

"Look, I didn't even kill this body." She hurriedly rolled up her sleeve, revealing a deep, healed but still gruesome wrist-cutting wound. "She came from the morgue, she ended her own life, I was just using her!"

Sam softened and looked at Wu Heng, pleadingly saying, "Lorre, let her go. She helped us, and we can't repay kindness with enmity."

He even walked over, ignoring Dean's glare, pulled the dagger that could kill demons from Dean's waist, and handed it back to Ruby.

"Here's your weapon back. If you hadn't come to our rescue, you wouldn't be in this danger. We won't take advantage of you."

Sam did think so. If Ruby hadn't bothered to save them, she wouldn't have met Wu Heng, and her weapons would still be there. She wouldn't have been sent back to Hell. Their current predicament was actually caused by saving them.

Dean was annoyed, but he understood this point. He snorted, but did not object forcefully.

He just muttered, "Sam, you'll regret this. If you can believe the devil, pigs will fly."

Wu Heng shrugged indifferently; to him, the fate of a low-level demon was insignificant.

He maneuvered the ghost ship to lower its altitude, and the tentacles released their invisible restraints on Ruby: "Let's go."

Ruby, feeling pardoned, took the dagger, glanced gratefully at Sam, then warily looked at Wu Heng and Dean before quickly jumping off the boat, her figure disappearing into the rain and the shadow of the factory.

The ghost ship took off again, and Wu Heng dropped the two off at a secluded spot on the outskirts of the city.

“Many demons escaped this time. They probably already know about the deaths of the Seven Deadly Sins Demons. You can continue searching for the remaining demons,” Wu Heng instructed.

Then he handed Dean a very ordinary-looking 550ml bottle of mineral water, but the water inside looked a bit murky, as if it had been mixed with a lot of rainwater and sand.

"Ghost ships are too conspicuous; they'll hide."

“If you encounter a situation you can’t resolve, or if you find their lair,” Wu Heng pointed to the water bottle, “just pour this bottle of water on the ground.”

Dean and Sam took the seemingly unremarkable bottle of "signal water" and carefully sensed it.

They recognized the faint yet familiar aura contained within the bottle as the aura of Wu Heng's ghost ship and the storm it summoned. The two nodded solemnly and carefully put the bottle away.

After parting ways, the two brothers immediately threw themselves into their work.

With their extensive experience, they quickly identified a bizarre death that seemed to be the work of a demon: a mother who attempted to drown her own daughter and was subsequently murdered.

When they arrived at the scene, after some investigation and fighting, they discovered that the murderer was not a demon, but a demon child transformed by resentment caused by a difficult childbirth.

Although this little monster was cunning and fierce, it was relatively easy to deal with. The two brothers didn't have to spend too much time and used salt and iron tools to take care of it.

After a night's rest, by noon the next day, they finally managed to capture a truly demonic trail by hacking into the police's encrypted channel!
The two immediately perked up and drove off to investigate.

Not long after, Wu Heng, who was "strolling" on the other side of the city, received a message from the two brothers, the content of which was extremely brief:
"Dean is in danger! Help!"

Almost simultaneously, he clearly sensed that the bottle of signal water he had given Dean earlier had been opened, and the liquid inside had been poured onto the ground.

"That's really efficient." Wu Heng's face showed an expression of surprise, even a bit speechless.

He knew that once these two brothers were released, they would attract trouble like a magnet, making it impossible for him to stay at peace. However, the speed at which they caused trouble still exceeded his expectations.

Inside the motel.

Dean and Sam had just tracked down the area based on clues and even had a brief encounter with a suspected target, but the target was extremely cunning and escaped by taking advantage of the complex terrain.

They returned to their temporary room, the door of which was left open for ventilation.

On the concrete floor of the corridor outside the door, there was a clear, spreading, damp puddle of water, with an empty mineral water bottle lying next to it.

Inside the room, the situation was critical.

"Cough, cough cough cough—!" Dean's face was ashen, veins bulging on his forehead. He curled up in pain by the bed, one hand clutching his chest, the other supporting him on the ground as he coughed violently.

Each cough seemed to draw all his strength, a heart-wrenching cough, with dark red, foamy blood constantly spilling from the corners of his mouth, as if he were coughing up his internal organs.

"Dean, hang in there!" Sam was extremely anxious, patting Dean's back repeatedly, but to no avail. He had no idea what was wrong with Dean.

They were perfectly fine just now when we were chasing the demon!
Outside the door, the spilled water seemed to come alive, no longer following the laws of physics to evaporate or flow naturally. Instead, like a spring, it continuously gushed more and more clear water from the center, rapidly expanding its area.

Moreover, a faint rumbling sound, like an underground river rushing and flowing, could be heard from beneath the ground.

The sky outside the hotel changed color instantly. Dark clouds gathered rapidly within a mile radius as if being pulled by a giant hand, the sky darkened abruptly, and a cold wind howled, making the hotel sign creak.

A slender figure suddenly rushed from the end of the corridor. When she saw the unusually large puddle outside the door and the dark clouds gathering in the sky, her expression changed drastically, and she subconsciously paused, a clear fear flashing in her eyes.

She knew that terrible man was coming!
But seeing Dean's pained expression inside the room, he gritted his teeth and rushed in.

"What are you doing?!" Sam asked warily when he saw Ruby return, but he didn't act immediately because Dean's condition couldn't get any worse.

Ruby didn't answer, but instead quickly pulled a small glass bottle from her pocket. The bottle was mostly filled with a murky liquid that looked like it was covered in ashes.

Ignoring Dean's struggles and coughs, she forcibly pried open his mouth and poured the gray liquid from the bottle down his throat.

"Cough!"

Dean choked and struggled even more violently, but a few seconds later, his terrible cough miraculously subsided. Although he was still weak, he was at least no longer coughing up blood, and his breathing became much smoother.

"What exactly did you give him to drink?" Sam hurriedly helped the exhausted Dean up and asked with relief.

Ruby glanced at the doorway, then hurried towards it as if hiding from or fearing something, explaining rapidly as she went:

"It's the antidote! He's been cursed!"

"A demon has controlled a group of witches. It was they who cast the Black Blood Curse. I just got the information from another demon and rushed here immediately. If I had been a few minutes later, his internal organs would have been coughed up by the power of the curse!"

"I don't have time to say more, I have something to do!" (End of Chapter)