Dean's eyes widened in shock as well, but he remained hesitant. "I've got a feeling something's off."
"Stop doubting it. If evil spirits and demons exist, then maybe faith really exists too." Sam seemed to have seized upon hope.
Wu Heng remained calmly seated on a plastic chair in the corner, as though the surrounding fervor were separated from him by an invisible barrier.
Yet he was far from unmoved. His gaze was as sharp as a scalpel, effortlessly stripping away the sacred aura of compassion and warm smile from Pastor Le Grange's face, piercing straight into the depths of those eyes.
Those eyes were hollow.
Le Grange was blind, but the vitality within his body was exceptionally vigorous. He should not have been blind. It was simply that when that vitality reached his eyes, it seemed to have abruptly been cut off.
So someone had deliberately blinded him.
Behind those "kindly" blind eyes, deep within the pious soul of a pastor who sincerely believed he possessed power bestowed by God, Wu Heng saw neither the radiance of a saint nor the hypocrisy of an angel.
What he saw was a truly kind soul, utterly kept in the dark and wrapped within a massive, carefully woven lie.
Le Grange, that blind pastor, sincerely believed he had heard divine revelations. He believed the light pouring from his palms was a miraculous glow condensed from faith.
He was merely a devout medium, a puppet utterly unaware of the source of his own power.
And someone else held the strings.
Wu Heng's gaze naturally and imperceptibly swept past the pastor, toward the woman standing quietly behind him. Her hands were folded before her, a proper smile on her face, her gentle gaze constantly resting on her husband.
Suan Grange.
Her eyes were filled