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Su Jianyang, who was tightly held by the townspeople, was dragged to the front of the altar, powerless to resist, and faced Wu Cheng who was under the control of evil forces. Wu Cheng had a sinister smile on his face, with madness and arrogance in his eyes, and his voice was filled with pride and sarcasm.
"Officer Su, when the mining industry of Qing Town began to decline, I had already set foot here," Wu Cheng's words revealed a hint of pathological arrogance. "I tried to guide these people, but they blindly followed the so-called Black-faced god Mazu and refused to accept my existence."
His gaze was as sharp as a blade, tightly fixed on the dark circles under Su Jianyang's neck, as if all his hatred was concentrated on that small pendant. The corners of his mouth lifted, revealing a hint of arrogance, as if mocking Su Jianyang's reliance on traditional beliefs.
"You see, even your so-called talisman cannot protect you from this predicament," Wu Cheng said coldly, his voice filled with contempt and provocation. "The people of Qing Town will all become part of my power, and you, Officer Su, will witness it all come to fruition."
Su Jianyang was placed on the altar, unable to move, but his gaze remained firm, filled with a strong will to resist. He gritted his teeth, trying hard to break free from the restraints, but the difference in strength left him helpless. Every word from Wu Cheng felt like torture to his soul.
Wu Cheng slowly approached Su Jianyang, his smile becoming more twisted. "Do you know, Officer Su?" Wu Cheng's voice was deep and sinister, "I have sown the seeds of hatred and fear among these people, and they are now part of my power. Your struggle, your resistance, will all become nourishment for my strength."
Su Jianyang stared at Wu Cheng and felt a sense of powerlessness welling up in his heart. He began to realize that he might truly be powerless in the face of such evil forces. Wu Cheng's words sounded like whispers from another world, filled with madness and evil.
Controlled tightly by the townspeople, Su Jianyang faced Wu Cheng with a glint of anger and confusion in his eyes. He struggled to break free, but to no avail. Through gritted teeth, Su Jianyang asked, "So, the legends of Mosina Goblinoid, the explosion in the mine, everything, it was all orchestrated by you, wasn't it?"
Wu Cheng had a crazy smile on his face as he sneered, "Oh, Mosina Goblinoid... that's not my style." His voice carried a hint of mockery, "That's the messenger of Black-faced god Ma Zu. However, under my influence, I made the townspeople believe that Mosina Goblinoid is an evil presence, so as to reduce the interference of Black-faced god Ma Zu in my plans."
Wu Cheng's words were like a sharp knife, deeply piercing Su Jianyang's heart. Su Jianyang couldn't believe his ears; all of this was actually a carefully designed conspiracy, and they, without exception, had all become pawns in this game.
"You lunatic!" Su Jianyang angrily roared, "You are using these innocent people as sacrifices for your crazy plan. Your actions are absolutely unforgivable!"
Wu Cheng still had a mocking smile on his face. He shook his head lightly and said, "Officer Su, you are still too naive. In this world, power and control are everything. These so-called innocent people are just a small part of my grand scheme."
Su Jianyang's eyes were filled with anger, but he also felt powerless. He was tightly controlled, with no chance to move. A hint of despair surged in his heart, but he still refused to give up hope.
Wu Cheng gradually approached Su Jianyang and said in a low voice, "Do you know? You and your little partner Yang Jing will be part of my new plan. Your sacrifice will make my power even stronger, allowing me to achieve more magnificent goals."
In the dim light of the altar, Wu Cheng's figure appeared distorted and evil. He slowly walked up to Yang Jing, sneering as he grabbed Yang Jing's face roughly and forced him to look up to face Su Jianyang. Yang Jing showed no signs of resistance on his face, just staring blankly ahead.
Su Jianyang witnessed all of this, and his anger and helplessness reached a breaking point. He shouted loudly, hoping to awaken Yang Jing's consciousness: "Don't give up! Yang Jing! Get up! Don't just stand there!" His voice was filled with despair and urgency, but also carried a glimmer of hope, hoping to awaken his friend.
However, Yang Jing's reaction was unexpected to Su Jianyang. Yang Jing gently lifted his head, and in his eyes, there was no longer the firmness and vitality of the past, only deep
deep powerlessness and despair. His voice was weak, as if every word was spoken with the last bit of strength: "Su Jianyang... it's too late... his plan... has already been completed..."
Yang Jing's words made Su Jianyang feel like his heart was being cut by a knife. He looked at his friend, who used to be strong, but now seemed to have fallen into the depths of despair. A glint of tears flashed in Su Jianyang's eyes as his voice trembled, attempting to awaken Yang Jing once again: "Yang Jing, don't be like this! We still have a chance, there must be a way!"
But Yang Jing's eyes gradually dimmed, and his body slumped weakly. Wu Cheng smirked as he released him, turned to Su Jianyang, and sneered, "See, Officer Su, your friend has given up. This is the fragility of human nature. Faced with despair, they will eventually succumb."
Su Jianyang stared at Wu Cheng, his anger overshadowed by deep helplessness and sorrow. He realized that in the face of such evil power, their resistance seemed so insignificant. But even so, the flame in his heart did not extinguish, he still clung to a glimmer of hope, even though it seemed insignificant.
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