Sam nodded heavily.
Wu Heng looked at them but did not suggest traveling together.
The Evil Spirit Puppet slowly contracted, turning back into a shadow. Wu Heng stepped out of it, his expression unchanged. "Seeking strength does not conflict with hunting demons. Perhaps this is itself a form of training."
"What happened here is over for now."
He said no more. Turning around, his figure slowly melted into the shadows, leaving as silently as he had arrived.
The Winchester Brothers exchanged a glance and saw the same goal in each other's eyes.
Supporting one another, they staggered after Wu Heng toward the outside. The three went their separate ways at the crossroads.
Meanwhile, before Wu Heng had returned to Morik Manor.
At the end of the desolate road outside the manor's heavy oak gates, which were covered in withered vines, a top-of-the-line sedan came swerving wildly toward them as if out of control. It was caked in mud, and even its windows were cracked, yet its luxury and newness were still apparent.
It finally screeched to a stop before the gates, nearly crashing into the stone pillars.
The door was flung open, and a young girl who looked no older than seventeen or eighteen stumbled out and fell to the ground.
Her face was white as paper, her blond hair disheveled. Her beautiful dress was covered in mud and suspicious dark-red stains, while her eyes were filled with utter terror and panic.
She practically crawled to the manor gates, pounding desperately against the cold oak panels. Her trembling voice was choked with tears.
"Open the door! Please, open the door! Save me! Something is chasing me! They killed everyone!"
"Uncle Laurel, open the door!"
The manor gates silently slid inward, opening a narrow gap.
Hannah's spirit floated behind the