Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

With each sentence Wu Heng spoke, Dean and Sam's expressions grew more serious.

The news finally broke, and the name Lilith was etched into their hearts.

A new silence fell over the basement.

"I'll catch her!" Dean broke the silence, saying viciously.

Before the chill of the abandoned mental hospital had fully dissipated from my bones, new information had already pressed in.

Regarding the clues about "First Blood" and "the origin of evil," the Winchester brothers used almost all their connections, making countless phone calls, filling their mailboxes with emails, and even personally driving to visit several eccentric old witchers who lived nearby.

Two days passed in anxiety and running around, during which I also dealt with two low-level paranormal incidents that took advantage of my vulnerability: one was the work of a vengeful spirit, and the other was a shapeshifting monster imitating a murderer.

Blood, salt bullets, and silver knives have been the main themes these past two days, but the topic of 'Lilith' remains unavoidable.

It wasn't until the rainy night of the following day that Sam received a phone call from an encrypted line in Kentucky.

The voice on the other end of the phone was hoarse; the caller was a highly vigilant veteran hunter, codenamed "The Butcher."

Only after confirming Sam's identity and obtaining Bobby's indirect guarantee did he cautiously reveal a piece of information:
"White-eyed demon? Hmph, you've gotten yourself into big trouble, kid."

Click, the sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette came from the other end of the phone. "I know a crazy gang that worships Lucifer and has a special cult of white-eyed mad dogs who call themselves the 'Pale Believers'."

Dean immediately leaned closer to the receiver.

"These bastards are more elusive than rats on the ground; they'll never stay in one place for more than a month. But a fellow demon hunter fought them a few years ago and suffered heavy losses."

"He said that among that group of cultists, he saw a guy with his own eyes that were completely white with no pupils, and his strength was terrifying. He was definitely not just a follower. It was like he was possessed by a demon."

"The last time they were seen?" Sam asked eagerly.

"About two weeks ago, there was some vague information that it was spotted near 'Turktown,' Ohio. That's all. Good luck—or rather, bad luck." The call was abruptly cut off with an impatient tone.

"Tek Town." Dean slammed his hand on the steering wheel. "Finally some decent information! Let's go!"

Without the slightest delay, the black antelope, like a black lightning bolt, tore through the rain and headed towards the desolate and dilapidated town on the edge of the Rust Belt industrial zone.

Four hours later.

The town was lifeless, as if it had been forgotten for decades.

Sam, posing as an FBI agent, inquires with local residents about unusual or unfamiliar groups, only to be met with bewilderment and wary evasion.

Ultimately, scattered clues and Wu Heng's extraordinary perception led them to an abandoned Victorian-style old library in the town center.

The library was covered in cobwebs and so thick with dust that clear footprints could be seen.

The air was filled with the smell of rotting paper and decaying old wood.

"The underground level."

Wu Heng's gaze fell upon a rusty iron gate leading into darkness.

The air in the basement was cooler.

This place was clearly illegally occupied, with the walls covered in blasphemous inverted crosses and abstract patterns pointing to the white-eyed demon.

In the corner were simple bedding and an extinguished campfire.

There was a clear burn mark on the ground in the center, with a pile of ashes from papers and books. "Damn it, we're too late, they burned everything!" Dean kicked an empty can blocking his way in frustration.

Sam crouched down and carefully poked at the pile of ashes, but found nothing, only the finest carbonized fragments.

Wu Heng stepped forward, gesturing for Sam to step back.

He stretched out his right hand, palm down, hovering over the pile of ashes. Threads of extremely fine, almost invisible black energy, like living tentacles, slowly probed into the ashes.

Time seemed to flow backward.

In an instant, the carbonized, structureless ashes, under the influence of an incomprehensible force, began to slowly gather and reshape against the laws of physics.
Although it cannot be completely restored to its original state, the outline of the paper and the remaining charred black writing on it can still be vaguely seen!

A few minutes later, several pieces of 'burnt paper' with barely legible contents floated above Wu Heng's palm.

The text above is twisted and insane, a mixture of Latin, Enochian, and self-created symbols, recording fragmented forbidden knowledge about how to please and attempt to summon the 'Pale Messenger,' also known as the White-Eyed Demon, as well as a large amount of frenzied descriptions of the "66 Seals."

"The shackles are broken, the earth spews flames, ashes fall from the sky, the rules collapse, the temple crumbles, the sacred constraints vanish, and our lord's army will tread upon the mortal realm to cleanse it of its filth."

Sam struggled to decipher the words, his face growing paler with each reading.

"66 seals—breaking them would truly open the gates of hell, rendering the rules of reality ineffective against demons?" Dean felt a chill run down his spine. "These lunatics, do they want to completely destroy the world?!"

But their attention was quickly drawn to one of the more 'specific' fragments of the plan.

The above vaguely indicates the next objective of the 'Pale Believer': to travel to "Adams City" and, on the night of the conjunction of the two moons, to perform the next sacrifice at Kaiser Cliff in order to loosen the 53rd seal.

"Adams City, Kaiser Cliff, tomorrow night!" Dean roared. "Hurry, there's no time!"

When they arrived at Kaiser Cliffs on the outskirts of Adams at breakneck speed, night had already fallen. It was a remote cliffside viewpoint, deserted at night.

But they still heard the noise.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood and the stench of sulfur.

In the center of a complex, large-scale magic circle etched with blood, dozens of corpses lay scattered about.

This even includes some members of the religious community.

Their clothes were congealed with blood, their expressions were distorted, frozen in pain and fear, their bodies drained of blood, their skin clinging to their bones like dried mummies.

The edges still emanated unsettling, faint aftershocks of energy.

The seal has been forcibly broken.

Around the magic circle stood five figures.

Their pale skin and empty white eyes are those of the White-Eyed Demon.

These creatures seemed to have just completed a ritual and were absorbing the negative emotions and life energy dissipating from the air, emitting satisfied, low hissing sounds.

"You bunch of sons of bitches!"

Dean's eyes instantly turned red. He pulled out his dagger and charged forward, while Sam roared and fired his gun.

However, anger did not completely erode their reason. Multiple life-or-death battles made them cooperate more seamlessly and their attacks more precise.

Using the sharpness of the dagger and the opportunity created by Wu Heng's tentacles, Dean finally pierced through a white-eyed demon that couldn't dodge in time. (End of Chapter)