"Just call me Lohr. We're about the same age." Wu Heng smiled faintly, but his gaze seemed capable of piercing straight into one's heart.
The instant Dean drank the liquor and vitality was awakened within him, he clearly saw a dormant wave of dark power stir deep inside Sam.
"Oh, okay, Lohr."
While Sam was still rather speechless over how twenty and thirty were supposedly about the same age, Dean had already called out with a smile. He did not like calling him Mr. Morik every other sentence either—it felt as though he were wrapped in a suit, with the top button constantly strangling his throat.
It gave him an inexplicable sense of discomfort.
"Le Grange," Wu Heng repeated softly, tapping the armrest with his fingertips. "An interesting name. If you want to give it a try, there is a way, though it'll be a bit troublesome."
"We want to try," Sam said firmly.
Wu Heng rose to his feet.
"Then let's prepare, Winchester brothers. As for Dean's condition, I can travel with my 'family power' and provide life support along the way, ensuring the journey remains stable.
"The manor's 'rules' can temporarily extend outward. After all, my 'family power' and I represent the Morik Family."
Family power?
Though Sam and Dean were puzzled when they heard that, they did not press the matter. Still, their hearts were filled with curiosity.
After the two had prepared themselves and Hannah brought Wu Heng his coat, the three of them set off together.
A mile after leaving the manor gates, Dean suddenly felt his chest seize up. That powerless, clogged sensation struck without warning, making it feel as if even his brain spasmed. A wave of palpitations hit him instantly.
He could not help clutching his chest.
"Dean!" Sam reacted immediately and