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"This can't go on like this," Zhao Ming said, panting, his eyes shining with unwavering determination. "We must find the source of the curse."
I nodded in agreement, and we began to carefully search every corner of the village ruins, knowing that each spot could hide important clues to breaking the curse.
Suddenly, Xuan Zhenzi discovered something strange. "This looks like ancient runes," he exclaimed, excitement filling his voice. "Perhaps this is the key to unraveling the curse."
We immediately started studying these mysterious runes, trying to uncover the secrets behind them. The lines of the runes shimmered in the firelight, as if containing ancient and mysterious power.
However, just as we were about to find answers, a more powerful dark force surged from underground. The strength of this force made the surrounding air feel unusually heavy.
An indescribable sense of oppression enveloped us, making it hard for me to breathe. "What on earth is that?" my voice trembled slightly, feeling lost.
Zhao Ming and Xuan Zhenzi also stopped their movements, clearly startled by the sudden appearance before us. A massive black figure slowly rose up, its shape astonishingly similar to that of the village's founder.
The shadow we faced was indeed the founder of this village. Its form was so enormous that its voice echoed in the darkness—hollow and cold. "Why are you seeking a way to lift the curse?"
There was an undeniable firmness in his question that made it impossible to evade. Without hesitation, I replied, "We must find a way to break the curse, even if it means paying a price."
"Do you really have that kind of courage?" The shadow's tone carried a hint of mockery. "Are you truly willing to pay that price?"
My body trembled involuntarily, but my resolve remained as solid as iron. "We will definitely find a solution," I assured confidently.
Zhao Ming and Xuan Zhenzi looked at me, their eyes filled with determination and support. Although they understood that the road ahead would be fraught with difficulties and dangers, they stood by my side.
"We will never abandon you." Zhao Ming's voice was as steady as a mountain, unbreakable.
Xuan Zhenzi remained silent, beginning to search in the darkness for a glimmer of hope. I knew I had to find a way to break the curse, not just for myself, but for the entire village.
The villagers were very dissatisfied with our investigation; they felt it was a betrayal of tradition. As night fell, the angry torches illuminated their grim faces, casting distorted shadows.
One villager shouted in exasperation, "You are bringing about your own destruction!" Fear and unease flickered in his eyes.
I took a deep breath and responded firmly, "We have no way back; we can only move forward."
"If I can exchange my sacrifice for peace, then I would rather die." Zhao Ming looked at me, his eyes shining with determination.
"I won't let you die in vain." His voice was soft yet contained immense strength.
Xuan Zhenzi closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. "While sacrifice is sometimes unavoidable, we must find ways to minimize such situations." His voice carried profound wisdom.
We continued onward, but the villagers began to organize resistance, preventing us from approaching the source of the curse.
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