Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Having undergone intensive training, they were still somewhat nervous facing these pure spirits, but their movements remained agile.

The attack, imbued with its own power, the enchanted weapon, and the simple exorcism incantation quickly defeated the ticket-selling evil spirit, causing it to howl and dissipate, turning into a pure stream of negative energy that was collected in a specially made container.

The crowd held their 'tickets'.

That invisible barrier has disappeared.

As everyone stepped into the haunted house, it felt as if they had stepped into another dimension.

The faint light and sound from the surrounding town were completely cut off, replaced by absolute darkness, biting cold, and a strong stench of decay.

On both sides of the passage, terrifying scenes unfolded one after another:

A grinning clown suddenly sprang from the wall, brandishing a chainsaw; a witch shrouded in black veils simmered a viscous liquid emitting a green glow in a corner; an old man in a wheelchair, his back to the crowd, suddenly twisted his neck 180 degrees, revealing a rotting face; the piercing cries of infants came from all directions; hanging skulls creaked; and scarecrows moved like living beings, summoning countless evil spirits of various shapes.

Interspersed among them were the vengeful spirits of death row inmates, some with mutilated limbs and shackles, who surged forth like a tide.

Most importantly—they are not props, they are real evil spirits!

"Maintain formation! Two people per group, cover each other!" Dean shouted, his pistol, soaked in 'exorcism water' bullets, firing continuously, each shot causing an evil spirit to scream in pain as it was wounded.

He didn't even bother using enchanted bullets to deal with these ordinary evil spirits.

Sam, on the other hand, made more use of the demonic power within him to create invisible shockwaves that repelled or imprisoned large numbers of low-level evil spirits, creating opportunities for the newcomers to attack.

The new Witchers have also shown their growth.

Ryder held the front line, taking the hits head-on; Leven provided support from the flanks, roaming and eliminating enemies; Martina provided precise shots, finding hidden threats.

They worked together, and although there were occasional close calls, they eventually eliminated all the evil spirits they encountered and collected the energy they left behind.

As they cleared a corridor resembling a prison cell, two girls, covered in blood and disheveled, screamed and ran out of the darkness, their faces filled with extreme terror.

Seeing Dean's fully armed team, they felt like they had seen a savior.

"There's a ghost! This haunted house is really haunted! Jack and the others have been dragged away!" one of the girls cried out, a deep, bone-revealing scratch on her arm. "You have to believe me, save us!"

Dean stepped forward, using his good looks and his usual gentle tone that reassured girls, saying, "It's alright, you're safe now, stay close to us."

He shielded the two girls in the middle of the group.

Sam frowned, glancing at the overly 'fresh' wound on the girl's arm, but after seeing Dean's look, he said nothing more.

The team moved forward steadily, cleaning every corner of the haunted house like a comb.

Although the evil spirits were numerous, they were gradually eliminated through targeted and coordinated efforts, and eventually they reached the deepest part of the haunted house:

A room that has been converted into the warden's office.

In stark contrast to the bloody horror outside, this office appeared unusually normal.

A mahogany desk, a leather swivel chair, bookshelves, and even a desk lamp emitting a dim, yellowish light. An elderly man, dressed in a well-tailored suit, with his hair neatly combed and a cane leaning against the desk, was sitting at the table, elegantly enjoying a piece of what looked like some kind of undercooked steak.

Seeing Dean and Sam lead the group in, the old man put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and revealed a gentle yet chilling smile.

“It seems you’ve gotten rid of those noisy ‘guys’ in this house.” The old man’s voice was deep and magnetic. “Congratulations, you’ve solved another paranormal problem that has been bothering people.”

Dean and Sam instantly went on high alert.

The appearance of a seemingly ordinary old man at the very core of this evil spirit's lair is highly unusual.

What alarmed them even more was that they couldn't sense any evil spirits, demons, or angels emanating from the old man; he seemed like a completely ordinary old man.

But that's absolutely impossible!
"Sit down and let's chat. Would you like some coffee?" the old man greeted them as if he were the host. He didn't even get up; he simply picked up his cane with his right hand and gestured slightly towards the seat opposite him.

Something strange happened.

The shadow on the ground beside him began to writhe like a living thing, instantly coalescing into a blurry, faceless evil spirit servant.

The shadowy evil spirit drifted to a coffee machine that should have been broken long ago, skillfully operated it, and after a moment brought out two steaming, fragrant cups of coffee and placed them opposite the desk.

The old man wiped his mouth again with a handkerchief, his movements calm and unhurried: "Relax, young man, there's no need to be so tense."

“This mobile ‘cannibal’ house has no direct connection to me. I was just attracted here by the thick aura of death that has accumulated here, and I arrived ten minutes earlier than you.”

"I also want to see for myself what the two young people chosen by this 'Apocalypse' look like."

Dean and Sam were shocked to hear this!

This old man not only knew their identities, but also seemed to know everything about the inside story of Apocalypse.

"Who exactly are you?" Dean asked directly, slightly raising the muzzle of his gun. He hated this kind of riddle-solving and had no interest in playing a guessing game with a strange old man in this godforsaken place.

Just then, perhaps due to the special energy field formed by the gathering of many witchers, the signal in the area was temporarily enhanced, and Dean's encrypted phone vibrated.

He instinctively pulled it out; on the screen, the information about 'internet addiction' was being transmitted intermittently, seemingly under severe interference.

[Emergency Situation: Death Found.]

The characters kept loading, but they could never be displayed completely.

The old man's deep gaze fell on Dean's phone, as if he could see through the casing to the data flowing inside. A hint of approval appeared on his face.
"It's a very good 'tool'. With its help, things are indeed much more convenient."

He was clearly not referring to the phone itself, but rather to the AI ​​consciousness behind it called 'Internet Addiction,' which controls a vast amount of Witcher knowledge.

The atmosphere inside the office, because of the mysterious old man's presence and his cryptic words, became more suffocating than any evil spirit outside.

Sam and Dean, along with all the witchers at the door, realized at that moment that they might have inadvertently stumbled upon something far more terrifying and ancient than the haunted house itself. (End of Chapter)