The thought grew like weeds. Worry over his mother's situation made Sam's heart nearly stop beating, and icy fear and immense anguish instantly drowned him.
When Sam had gone upstairs earlier, he had already told Dean that Kyle's origins were the same as theirs. Dean had thought of it too, and he looked at Sam with a pale face.
The brothers' gazes met in the air, filled with the same shock, fear, and desperate urgency.
If it was true—if their mother was suffering such torment as well.
Wu Heng looked at the desperately pleading Kyle, then glanced at the Winchester Brothers, who were clearly shaken and lost in their own thoughts. An inscrutable gleam flashed through his eyes and vanished.
"Saving a soul bound to a particular hell," Wu Heng said slowly, his voice echoing through the corridor where the silence had been shattered, "is no easy task. The price far exceeds what you can imagine, and it requires the right 'timing' and 'method.'"
His words were both a response to Kyle and a hint to the Winchester Brothers.
Kyle finally abandoned all thoughts of suicide and begged to follow Wu Heng, even offering to pay him. Wu Heng said the Morik Family did not lack such a trifling sum and that Kyle could return to Morik Manor with him.
To save the mother who might be suffering in hell, Sam and Dean unexpectedly entertained the same thought.
The ordinary house belonging to the Modlin House was still filled with dust, the stench of blood, and lingering chill.
Kyle's pleading fell silent.
Wu Heng's gaze swept over the three of them before settling on Kyle. His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable weight. "Emotion is the fuel that drives power, but fuel alone cannot make a machine run."
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