Under the room's dim yellow light, Wu Heng calmly laid out the brutal truth: the pastor might have been using a dark magic ritual to control things, sacrificing other people's lives to save Dean.
The air seemed to freeze. Only Sam's heavy breathing and the sound of Dean suddenly clenching his fists broke the silence.
Despite everything Wu Heng had said, neither of them could accept it.
"So that woman really did it." Dean's voice was dry and hoarse. His fingers unconsciously pressed against his chest, where the electric shock had once torn him apart, only for stolen life to force it back together. An indescribable nausea surged up, nearly overwhelming the tangible feeling of his recovering body.
"My life was bought with someone else's?"
Dean's face went deathly pale. He thought of the chosen sacrifice—the dead athlete, a stranger Sue Ann had judged to be morally bankrupt.
A life had been snuffed out like a candle, just to relight his own dying flame. He was nothing but a scumbag himself. What gave him the right to keep living so shamelessly?
Sam was equally pale. He rubbed his brow in anguish, trying to process information that overturned everything he believed.
"I-I didn't know. This is murder. What right did they have to decide who should die for whom?" Both brothers were beginning to regret it.
Wu Heng could not understand what they regretted. The athlete's death? The death of a piece of trash?
Or did they regret that Dean was still alive?
Call them law-abiding citizens, yet Dean's private life was a mess, he stole credit card information, and the two of them had impersonated all kinds of public officials, including FBI agents. They had practically committed every crime imaginable.
Yet now they were being this sentimental.
At the pastor's