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Officer Su Jianyang and Yang Jing stood inside Earth deities Temple, silently gazing at the horrifying scene before them. A headless body lay on the ground, fresh blood shimmering in the dim light. Yang Jing tightly held a camera in hand, capturing the eerie scene with each click of the shutter, as if freezing the moment of death forever.
"This... this is unbelievable," Yang Jing's voice trembled, with a mix of fear and a hint of barely concealed curiosity in her eyes.
Su Jianyang's gaze swept over every place with seriousness, tightly gripping the notebook in his hand, his mouth twitching slightly, as if trying to suppress inner unease.
During their conversation, Yang Jing suddenly pressed the camera shutter. After a flash of light, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Look, in this photo, there's a dark shadow, like... like a distorted figure."
Su Jianyang took the camera and enlarged the photo, staring at the eerie black shadow in the photo. His brows furrowed, and his expression became more serious: "This is not naturally formed, it... seems to exist intentionally."
As they delved into discussing the black shadow in the photo, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became eerie. A dark Darkness began to envelop the entire Earth deities Temple, as if invisible hands had trapped them within it.
"Do you feel it?" There was a hint of doubt in Su Jianyang's voice, as if they were in some kind of unusual situation.
Yang Jing widened his eyes, nodded nervously, and felt the air around him become heavy. A strange presence seemed to be quietly approaching.
At this moment, a group of small, black mist-like figures emerged from all directions, surrounding Su Jianyang and Yang Jing. These small figures seemed lifeless, yet possessed an eerie sense of presence.
"Follow us, and you will find the truth," the small figures emitted a deep, resonant voice, filled with an incredible calmness, as if it came from an existence in another world.
Su Jianyang and Yang Jing looked at each other, both with a hint of hesitation in their eyes. However, facing the mysterious phenomenon before them, they knew that this might be an opportunity to pursue the truth. Yet, in the face of all these strange and bizarre scenes, were they really too trusting of this supernatural phenomenon, or were they just too disappointed with Wu Cheng and the whole event, and thus began desperately searching for a clue? In the end, it seemed that the two of them decided to suppress their inner doubts, temporarily put aside their fears, nodded silently to each other, and decided to follow these dark misty figures.
The dark misty figures led them through the backyard of the Earth deities Temple to a dilapidated ancient well. The well was covered with an old wooden board, surrounded by ancient symbols and talismans, like a long-forgotten secret.
Su Jianyang and Yang Jing stood at the edge of the ancient well, their gaze seemingly drawn to the wooden board above the well. There seemed to be a secret unknown to the world. The scattered ancient symbols and talismans around them seemed to warn of the unusual nature of this place.
"This place looks like an ancient ritual site," Su Jianyang said softly, his gaze piercing through the Darkness, trying to uncover more information.
Yang Jing took out his press card and camera, a glint of determination in his eyes as if all of this was the fuel for his passion. "Officer, what do you think might be under this well?"
The shadowy figure stood to the side, silent like a statue. There was no extra expression or movement, just a gentle gesture towards the ancient well, then towards a pile of scattered bricks and wooden blocks nearby.
Su Jianyang furrowed his brow, crouched down, and carefully examined the bricks and wooden blocks. Each one was inscribed with strange characters and symbols in red ink, resembling some kind of malevolent incantation.
"Judging by these inscriptions, I suspect this is no ordinary ancient well. It may be a place of worship or sacrifice, used to seal away something that should not be released." Su Jianyang finally stood up, took out a gun and a flashlight, and prepared himself for anything.
"What should we do now?" Yang Jing asked, his voice tinged with a hint of unease but also excitement.
The little figure in the black mist suddenly walked to the edge of the ancient well, lightly touched the wooden board with one hand, and then slowly and hesitantly opened it.
A cold wind emerged from the ancient well, carrying a thick, foul smell. But what was even more chilling was the faint sound of crying and murmuring coming from the bottom of the well.
The dark mist creature uttered a faint voice, as if swallowing its own words: "We must go to the bottom of the well... to understand everything."
Su Jianyang tightly grasped the flashlight and handgun, looking down the well. A damp and chilling breath rushed out, as if carrying an atmosphere of death.
Yang Jing suddenly felt dizzy and disoriented. He seemed to hear a distant roar, and an indescribable fear surged in his heart: "This place... seems to be warning us not to approach." Yang Jing's voice was full of vigilance, "Perhaps this is a gateway connecting different worlds, a place we should not step into."
"Things have already come to this point. In any case, we cannot sit idly by. We must find the truth." Su Jianyang decided to take action.
The shadowy figure nodded and then disappeared into the dark mist, as if blending into the eerie environment, guiding them into the unknown.
Yang Jing felt a chill in his heart as he looked at Su Jianyang, noticing the latter's extremely serious expression and tightly gripped handgun, as if ready to respond to any potential threat at any moment. "Can we really trust it?" Yang Jing couldn't help but ask.
"There's no one to trust here, only things that must be done," Su Jianyang responded, continuing to illuminate the ancient well, deep and full of unknowns.
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