Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance but didn't ask any further questions.

They were already used to Wu Heng's elusive appearances and mysterious actions.

They had almost blind trust in Wu Heng's abilities and judgment, although they were sometimes uncomfortable with some of his overly ruthless methods.

“Okay, keep in touch.” Sam nodded.

Wu Heng left the hotel alone. Some things were indeed not suitable to be done in front of the Winchester brothers.

They have a solid moral bottom line in their hearts. They are the kind of 'good people' who strive to uphold the light even in darkness. Even if they are transformed into demons and their souls are twisted, they still rely on their instinctive will to hold on to the last bit of kindness.

Wu Heng appreciates this quality and is willing to cooperate with such a person, but that does not mean he will be bound by it.

His path was destined to be more direct and, more, more ruthless.

With his extraordinary senses, Wu Heng moved through the city streets like a highly accurate hunting dog.

He was searching for a specific 'smell,' not sulfur, nor putridity, but a nauseating spiritual filth that was a mixture of false piety, greedy materialism, and filthy lust.

Half an hour later, at the end of a relatively quiet street, he found a community church that looked quite old.

The church building was fairly clean, but an indescribable, sticky spiritual pollution was emanating from it and even permeating the surrounding streets.

"This is it." Wu Heng lowered his hat brim, put on a mask, and walked straight in.

The interior of the church was dimly lit, and the light filtering through the stained glass appeared murky.

A middle-aged man with his hair neatly combed and wearing a perfectly pressed priest's robe walked out from the side hall with a professional, gentle smile on his face.

However, when he saw Wu Heng, although he couldn't see his face clearly, his temperament and clothing were obviously extraordinary. A subtle assessment flashed in his eyes, followed by a hint of greed.

"Good afternoon, my child, may the Lord bless you." The pastor's voice was gentle and soothing, carrying a calming power. "Is there anything I can do for you? Do you seek guidance, or do you need confession?"

Wu Heng didn't answer, and didn't even bother to look into the pastor's eyes, which were trying to show sincerity. To him, such hypocritical words, coupled with the pastor's overflowing negative emotions, were unbearable.

It's like spraying too much perfume on someone with body odor; the strange smell is enough to make anyone nauseous.

He walked directly to the front of the classroom, took out a glass test tube about the thickness of a finger, sealed with a rubber stopper, from his pocket, and gently placed it on the smooth wooden table.

Inside the test tube, faint, yet incredibly pure, milky-white halos could be seen slowly flowing.

“This is for you.” Wu Heng’s voice sounded somewhat muffled through his mask. “You can use it when you feel danger approaching.”

After saying that, he turned around without hesitation and strode out of the church, giving the pastor no time to ask questions or respond.

The pastor was stunned, watching the stranger's figure disappear quickly, and then looked in confusion at the inconspicuous test tube on the pulpit.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and carefully picked up the test tube.

The moment his fingers touched the cold glass wall, an indescribable feeling of warmth and sanctity spread from his fingertips.

Although extremely faint, its quality and pure aura of light were remarkably similar to a trace of divine grace he had experienced years ago on the edge of a dream during a deeply devout prayer!
The priest's breathing became rapid, and his face flashed alternately between extreme piety and uncontrollable greed.

He gripped the test tube tightly, as if he had grasped the key to a higher, more sacred realm.

He didn't care who the mysterious person was or what their purpose was; he only cared about the power contained in the test tube. This must be a gift from the Lord, a reward for his years of 'devout service'! He quickly and carefully hid the test tube in the inside pocket of his priest's robe, his heart pounding with excitement. He decided to study this sacred object carefully tonight.

“Thank God!”

Shortly after Wu Heng left the church, the spiritual pollution emanating from it, a mixture of desire and hypocrisy, suddenly intensified, spreading rapidly and becoming more intense and alluring, like water rippled by a stone thrown in.

For some beings who feed on negative emotions and certain soul qualities, this is nothing short of the brightest lighthouse in the darkness.

It is also the best offering.

Three hours later, Dean and Sam returned to the hotel, their faces grave.

“I’ve heard some things.” Sam opened his notebook. “There have been a few missing persons cases recently, around the lake and the old factory area. The police haven’t found any clues. A few homeless people also said they saw figures in black robes near the abandoned mirror glass factory at night and heard strange chanting.”

Dean stroked his chin. "The name 'Mirror Glass Factory' is quite fitting. It seems to be pretty close to the truth. However, we still need to figure out the exact location and the way in. The place is too big."

They found that Wu Heng had returned and was still sitting quietly by the window.

"Have you found anything?" Dean asked.

Wu Heng nodded slightly: "The bait has been laid, and the fish will soon take the bait."

Although Dean and Sam did not understand what the 'bait' specifically referred to, they trusted Wu Heng's arrangements and decided to rest first and then go to the vicinity of the mirror glass factory for reconnaissance at midnight.

However, in the dead of night, Sam suddenly woke up from his sleep, his heart pounding wildly, overwhelmed by a strong sense of unease and palpitations.

The demonic blood within him seemed to react to the approach of some evil.

He immediately knocked on Dean and Wu Heng's door.

"Something's wrong!" Sam exclaimed, his face turning pale. "I sense something sinister and concentrated moving around, not far from us!"

Dean snapped to his senses and grabbed his weapon: "Where is it?"

Sam strained to sense the nauseating stench and pointed in a direction: "...It seems to be...near the city center, there's a smell of darkness and madness mixed together!"

Wu Heng calmly put on his coat: "Let's go. It seems the 'fish' has not only taken the bait, but has also made quite a commotion."

The three quickly left the hotel and drove in the direction Sam sensed.

The closer they got to the city center, the stronger Sam's discomfort became, and Dean also vaguely sensed an unusual sense of oppression in the air.

Wu Heng clearly sensed that the mark he had left not long ago, the aura of the priest exuding intense desire, had disappeared.

Instead, a more intense and darker cult ritual energy is gathering somewhere.

His plan is progressing as expected.

It's just unknown whether the poor priest caught up in it has become a sacrifice or is experiencing even more tragic torment.

But this was not within Wu Heng's consideration.

All he needed was a significant event to break the silence of Heaven. (End of Chapter)