Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Today is March 5, 1861. I encountered a bird that could burn in Wyoming. At first, I thought it had been struck by lightning and spontaneously combusted."

As a result, it attacked me.

Its wingspan was a full three zhang (approximately 10 meters), and it breathed flames. Laozi carefully crafted a Colt gun, which fired three shots, killing it instantly.

That gun is really powerful.

The bird's carcass turned into a pile of burning ashes, and the flames continued to burn for three days.

Finally, after inquiring among old friends, I learned that this guy might actually be a phoenix.

The diary entries are poorly written.

After all, no matter how legendary Samuel Colt was, he was still a witcher who fought every day, and witchers' diaries are usually like this.

“Phoenix Ashes.” Wu Heng highlighted the last sentence in red. “This is what could kill Eve.”

Dean and Sam exchanged a glance, both seeing hope in each other's eyes; as long as there was a way, that was good.

"Where are the ashes?" Sam asked. "Are things from over a hundred years ago still there?"

Wu Heng retrieved the Campbell family's files.

"Samuel Colt's notes can be found in the guild because they were kept by Samuel Campbell. Your maternal grandfather's Campbell family has been hunting demons since the Scottish era, and there may be more clues in the family log."

Dean's expression darkened at the mention of Samuel Campbell, as did Sam's.

“He’s under Crowley’s control now,” Dean said. “We can’t ask him.”

“But the Campbell family isn’t just him.” Wu Heng pulled up the family tree, the cursor hovering over two names: Jacob Campbell, Mary’s brother; Gwen Campbell, a member of a collateral branch of the family, but active in the demon hunter community.

“Contact them,” Wu Heng said. “They are your uncles and cousins, and they have the right to know the current situation. Moreover, the Campbell family’s library may not only contain Samuel’s collection; other people may also have clues.”

Sam nodded: "I'll make the contact."

Twenty minutes later, the safe house's communicator connected to two channels.

The first image shows a man in his fifties with a square face, gray hair, and wearing a plaid shirt. The background looks like a farm kitchen.

This is Jacob Campbell, Mary's older brother.

“Sam?” Jacob was taken aback when he saw Sam, then his expression became complicated. “And Dean, it’s been a long time.”

“Uncle,” Sam’s voice was a little dry, “we need help.”

"About what?" Jacob poured himself a cup of coffee. "If it's money, I can—"

“It’s not about the money,” Dean interrupted him. “It’s about my mother and my grandfather.”

Jacob stopped.

He slowly put down his coffee cup and looked at the screen: "What happened to Mary? Wasn't she already..."

“Grandpa was resurrected by a demon from hell, and he also wants to resurrect Mother,” Sam said directly. “But this resurrection is not normal. Now Grandpa himself is controlled by the demon, and no one knows where he is now.”

Jacob remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he took a deep breath and wiped his face: "I knew it. That old Samuel never listens to advice. When Mary and John got married, he almost went crazy, saying the Winchester family wasn't good enough for her."

He then stopped speaking and shook his head: "What do you want me to do now?"

“Phoenix Ashes.” Sam recounted the story of Colt’s notebook. “Grandpa kept that notebook, but we can’t get our hands on it now. Are there any clues about the whereabouts of Phoenix Ashes in the Campbell family’s other books?” Jacob frowned and thought for a moment. “I’m not sure. Most of the family’s books are with Samuel, but he gave Gwen some before he disappeared, saying they were ‘not very important.’ You can ask Gwen.”

The second channel is connected.

Gwen Campbell looks to be in her early twenties, with short, neat hair, and the background is a study filled with ancient books.

She saw Dean and Sam, nodded, and didn't exchange pleasantries.

“Gwen,” Sam said, “we’re looking for Phoenix Ashes.”

Gwen didn't ask why, and simply turned around to rummage through the bookshelf.

A few minutes later, she pulled out a thick leather notebook and quickly flipped through it.

“The Campbell Family Journal, Volume Nineteen. It’s here.” She read aloud, “'In 1872, William Colt, grandson of Samuel Colt, visited the Campbell family and mentioned that among his grandfather’s belongings were indestructible ashes, stored in a specially made lead box. William later moved to Texas and was never heard from again.'”

"Texas?" Dean asked. "Where exactly?"

“The log wasn’t written.” Gwen continued flipping through the pages. “But there’s a supplementary entry that Samuel Campbell wrote himself, dated 1998.”

She squinted at the messy handwriting.

"I only learned today that William Colt's descendants still live in Texas and run a ranch. However, they seem to have given up their witch-hunting skills. I wonder if they still have those inherited things. It's a bit of a waste."

She looked up at the screen. "It means that the descendants of the Colt family are still in Texas, and may still have that lead box, but they no longer know what it was."

"Do you have an address?" Sam asked.

“There’s a ranch name,” Gwen read aloud. “Connorfen Ranch, West Texas, near the Pecos River, but that’s a record from over twenty years ago, and it’s uncertain whether it still exists.”

“That’s enough,” Dean said. “We can find it by name.”

Gwen closed the journal and looked at them: "Is Samuel really possessed by a demon?"

Sam nodded.

“Grandfather contacted me before, wanting me to help, but I never expected it to turn out like this.” Gwen’s tone was serious, her eyes earnest. “Just say so if you need help. The Campbell family may not be many, but they’re not all dead.”

Communication ends.

Inside the safe house, Dean and Sam looked at the location of Texas on the map. Outside the window, the sky was beginning to lighten, but the clouds were thick and no light could penetrate.

“Texas is far away,” Sam said.

“Drive faster, we can get there in a day.” Dean stood up and checked the equipment. “But the problem is, what will happen here if we leave? Eve is still causing trouble in Grantspass.”

“Lor will handle it.” Sam stood up as well. “He said our mission is to find the Ashes. Only by finding the Ashes can we deal with Eve.”

Dean tucked the dagger back into his waistband and grabbed a shotgun: "Alright, let's go then."

They packed their things, opened the door five minutes later, and were just about to drive away.

Suddenly a dark cloud appeared overhead, and a light drizzle began to fall, followed by the sound of oars gliding through the water.

Ghost ship?
Amid their confusion, they saw the ghost ship that Wu Heng had been piloting emerge from underground, with Death's Butler standing at the bow.

"It seems we should be able to get there even faster," Dean said with a smile, looking at the ship in front of him. (End of Chapter)