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Yang Jing's anger quickly escalated as he angrily pointed at Wu Cheng, saying, "That's not some Mosina Goblinoid, it's a person, damn it, a homeless man!" Yang Jing waved his arms as he spoke, clearly feeling extremely puzzled and angry at Wu Cheng's actions.
Su Jianyang also looked fearful, and he cautiously said, "Based on our investigation, the body should be that of a person, not some Mosina Goblinoid. Wu Cheng, what really happened? We need the truth, we can't be kept in the dark anymore."
Wu Cheng felt unable to explain his actions, and helplessly said, "I... I don't know either. The situation at that time was too strange. I thought it was Mosina Goblinoid, but now hearing you all say this, I am also confused. Maybe I really need to find more clues to unravel all this mystery."
Yang Jing angrily slammed the table, his eyes full of doubt and dissatisfaction, staring deeply at Wu Cheng, his voice filled with anger: "Wu Cheng, whose side are you really on?"
Wu Cheng felt deeply overwhelmed, and the low voice echoed in his mind again, like a devil's temptation, disturbing his thoughts. He felt dizzy, as if an indescribable force was invading his mind. He struggled to maintain his sanity, but the force seemed to be getting stronger, making it difficult for him to control himself.
Wu Cheng involuntarily looked down at his handcuffed hands, and the seal on them emitted a gloomy light, like an indelible mark tightly binding his soul. He felt a burning pain in his hands, as if invisible chains were tightly coiled around them, imprisoning him in this eerie situation.
Su Jianyang also felt helpless. He knew Wu Cheng's situation was extremely complicated, being caught up in this supernatural horror event, and it seemed that even he couldn't fully control his own actions. He looked at his two companions, filled with anxiety and unease. The mystery behind this event was full of puzzles, and Wu Cheng's identity and behavior were particularly confusing.
Su Jianyang stopped Yang Jing's anger. He knew that being too emotional at this moment would not be helpful, so he calmly said, "We are now trying to clarify the truth, so don't be so agitated." He turned to Wu Cheng and showed his trust in him, saying, "I believe in you, Wu Cheng. Everything is too complicated, and we must calm down and unravel this mystery step by step."
Yang Jing sat down slowly, still with a look of doubt in his eyes. Although Su Jianyang's words slightly eased his emotions, he still had doubts about Wu Cheng. Wu Cheng's gaze seemed lost, as if he was trapped in an inescapable nightmare. A murmuring voice echoed incessantly in his mind, bringing indescribable torment.
Seeing Wu Cheng's painful expression, Su Jianyang immediately asked with concern, "Are you okay?" Wu Cheng gritted his teeth and said reluctantly, "I'm fine, I can still manage, but..." His words were interrupted by a sharp voice, and suddenly his expression contorted in unbearable pain.
The room was filled with the painful cries, Wu Cheng's body convulsed, his hands were handcuffed, convulsing tightly, as if struggling against something. Su Jianyang and Yang Jing immediately stood up, looking at Wu Cheng with concern, unable to understand the pain he was experiencing.
Wu Cheng's body gradually calmed down, but his face was still pale, sweat beading on his forehead. He struggled to steady his breathing, then said softly, "That sound... that sound... they have been talking, constantly disturbing me, I can't get rid of them." His voice sounded weak, with a deep sense of powerlessness.
Wu Cheng's voice became more and more confused, his words intermittent, as if he were trying to unravel a complex puzzle. His gaze was unfocused, his pupils dilated, revealing the conflict and confusion within him.
"At that time... I... I was trapped," Wu Cheng hoarsely spoke, " Li Xiaoting... her voice... it... it kept echoing in my mind, like a kind of... a kind of control, an irresistible force. She told me that only by killing Mosina Goblinoid could I save her, save her soul."
Su Jianyang and Yang Jing exchanged an indescribable expression as they looked at Wu Cheng, trying to understand the situation he was describing. Yang Jing nervously asked, "But that Mosina Goblinoid... is he really a Mosina Goblinoid? How can you be sure?"
A look of indescribable pain appeared on Wu Cheng's face as he shook his head abruptly, seemingly also searching for an answer. "I... I'm not sure. At that time, I had no idea. I was just being controlled. I... I thought that was the only way to save her, to let her soul rest."
Su Jianyang's tone became more tolerant as he tried to appease Wu Cheng's emotions. "We understand that you were in an extremely difficult situation at the time and may not have been able to make a rational judgment. But now, we must unravel this mystery together and find the truth."
Yang Jing remained vigilant but no longer showed excitement. After careful consideration, he said, "Regardless, we must find the connection between Earth deities Temple and Black-faced god, as well as why the Li family turned to worship the Black-faced god."
Wu Cheng's mind seemed to be increasingly chaotic, his face contorted in an unbearable expression of pain. Suddenly, he stood up and collided with the iron table beside him, emitting a piercing sound of impact, but he seemed to be indifferent to the physical pain. The echoes in his mind made him feel unbearable, the low curse and Li Xiaoting's voice constantly intertwined, as if two completely different entities were fighting in his mind.
In this chaotic state, Wu Cheng shouted and screamed, trying to drive the voices out of his mind, but to no avail. His hands frantically kneaded his head, showing extreme distress. This inner battle seemed endless, tormenting his spirit deeply.
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