Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

They came at just the right time, saving me the trouble of looking for them.

Wu Heng sneered, stubbed out his cigarette, and walked straight to the nearest dark corner.

A few moments later, a few extremely brief and suppressed, inhuman wailing sounds came from the depths of the corner, followed by complete silence.

Wu Heng slowly walked out from the other side of the corner, straightened his perfectly disheveled collar, and a wisp of barely perceptible black energy quietly dissipated from his fingertips. The low-level demons responsible for monitoring were instantly eliminated and refined without even a chance to warn him.

When he returned to the safe house, Dean and Sam were looking up excitedly. On the floor lay a canvas bag containing black candles, a strange urn that looked like cat bone powder, and a ceramic jar filled with dark red clay.

"All the materials are ready!" Dean wiped his brow, his eyes gleaming. "When do we head to the crossroads?"

"Wait until it gets dark."

The night was as dark as ink, the old streetlights were broken, and the scattered starlight blurred the desolate crossroads in the suburbs, leaving only a vague outline.

The cold wind howled, stirring up dust and withered leaves from the ground, making a wailing sound. The only bright light source came from the headlights of the Black Antelope parked to the side, and a few white candles on the ground with eerie flickering flames.

Dean carefully filled the last handful of specially made dark red clay mixed with cat bone powder into the runic grooves on the pottery jar.

Sam half-squatted on the ground, using the lamplight to check the complex summoning array depicted in the booklet in his hand one last time, and used his silver dagger to deepen the lines carved on the ground.

Wu Heng leaned against a rusty road signpost, his hands in his coat pockets, calmly watching the two men's preparations, as if what was happening before him was not some dangerous ritual to communicate with hell, but just an ordinary picnic setup.

His very presence brought a reassuring sense of oppression.

"Okay, it should be fine."

Sam stood up, dusted off his hands, and spoke with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

Dean placed the terracotta pot in the center of the summoning circle, took a few steps back, took a deep breath of the cold air, and then began to chant the summoning incantation in a low and difficult language, as recorded in the documents.

The sound echoed in the empty crossroads, mingling with the sound of the wind, adding a touch of eeriness.

The moment the incantation was completed, the summoning circle on the ground suddenly lit up with a dim red light for a moment, the pottery jar in the center trembled slightly, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the sound of the wind suddenly stopped.

But nothing happened.

"Why aren't you showing up? What are you waiting for? Get out here right now!" Dean cursed at the ritual carvings on the ground.

After a moment of deathly silence, the air in the center of the summoning circle rippled like water, and a figure materialized from the ethereal.

"That's really impolite."

This is a woman with long, fiery red hair, a seductive figure, wearing a tight leather outfit, and pupils that are as red as burning charcoal.

Her face initially held a hint of impatience at being disturbed and a devilishly languid allure, but when she took a clear look at her surroundings, especially when her gaze swept over Wu Heng, who stood outside the formation with an indifferent expression, that allure instantly froze, turning into disbelief, fear, and solemnity.

She tried to take a step forward, but was firmly bound within the circle by the exorcism runes on the ground, unable to cross the line.

“Looks like you’ve recognized him.” Dean grinned when he saw the female demon’s expression change, especially the way she was staring intently at Wu Heng. He stepped forward and pointed his thumb in Wu Heng’s direction. “See this one?” “If you want to live—I mean, if you want to be ‘repatriated’ back to Hell, you’d better answer the questions honestly.”

“Otherwise,” Dean drawled, his tone menacing, “you might not even have a chance to regret it.”

The red-haired female demon's pupils contracted. She was about to say something when, as a demon skilled in contracts, even when facing a powerful being, the darkness in her heart made her instinctively want to bargain.

And they employ some manipulative and seductive tactics.

But the instant the thought arose in her mind, a semi-transparent, metallic tentacle phantom covered with eerie suction cups and exuding an aura of death silently appeared in the air in front of her for a moment, and then disappeared.

In that one move, all her little schemes and wishful thinking were completely crushed.

The words that were on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back. She gritted her teeth, her voice filled with suppressed anger and fear: "What...what exactly do you want to ask?"

“John Winchester!” Sam stepped forward immediately, his voice urgent. “Our father, where is his soul? Who holds his covenant?”

The female demon's crimson eyes flickered, as if she were pondering something. She glanced at Wu Heng, who remained silent like a statue, and her tone became cautious and restrained:
"Winchester? For those of us in charge of the contracts, accessing this kind of information comes at a price."

"The price?" Wu Heng finally spoke, his voice calm and even, yet it made the female demon tremble violently. "The soul of a Crossroads Demon, how about that price?"

He leaned forward slightly, his icy gaze landing on her as if it were solid: "Tell us about John Winchester, and then, we'll 'let you go' back. That's the deal."

"Or do you think your life isn't worth that price?"

The female demon's face turned extremely ugly; she knew this was not a negotiation, but an ultimatum.

Circumstances dictate her actions; faced with this terrifying being who could even drain the devil prince dry, she had no bargaining power whatsoever.

She closed her eyes, her crimson eyelids trembling slightly, as if connecting to a network belonging to a hellish contract to make a query. A few seconds later, she opened her eyes in confusion, her brows furrowed:

“Strange, your father’s soul contract was indeed briefly transferred to our Crossroads Demons’ jurisdiction at some point during the day, but it was quickly transferred away by an entity with higher authority.”

"Who transferred it, and where did it go?" Dean asked anxiously.

“I don’t know exactly where it was transferred to.” The female demon shook her head, a hint of confusion in her eyes. “The transfer record shows that the recipient was a ‘white-eyed demon’.”

“They are usually directly under Lucifer’s legions, with extremely high authority and great power. The flow of contracts they transfer is something that I at this level cannot possibly investigate.”

White-eyed demon? Lucifer's direct subordinate?

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance, both seeing a deeper worry and confusion in each other's eyes. The clues seemed to point to something more terrifying, but at the same time, they were cut off again.

Seeing that he could no longer get any valuable information, Sam shook his head slightly at Wu Heng.

Dean sighed and gestured. (End of Chapter)