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Wu Cheng's spirit remained tense as he continued to move forward, occasionally hearing what seemed like the sound of miners tapping and their laughter. Initially, he felt repulsed and nervous by these sounds, but as time passed, he gradually began to adapt and even found that these sounds made the dark mine tunnel less frightening to some extent.
Just as Wu Cheng let his guard down, a sudden, intense, and mournful scream echoed throughout the entire mine. The sound was so terrifying that it seemed to shake the entire mine. Wu Cheng was startled by the sound, his heart racing, and his headlamp accidentally shook loose and fell. He quickly lay down, crouching on the ground, trying to pick up the fallen headlamp.
Wu Cheng had to crouch down in the rugged tunnel to pick up the lamp. He struggled to reach for the fallen headlamp, feeling particularly helpless and vulnerable lying on the ground. His mind was filled with fear, and the environment around him made him extremely uneasy.
Just as he was about to pick up the lamp with great difficulty, he suddenly found a pair of boots on the ground. The boots were pitch black, as if they had emerged from the depths, and it was unclear whose footsteps they belonged to. Wu Cheng was startled and fell backwards, his heart racing and cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
"Wow, that was close! Shunzi, watch out!" Wu Cheng was surprised to find himself not falling to the ground, but instead being supported by someone behind him. "If Shunzi were any more lucky, the sky would have fallen!" The slightly chubby man laughed loudly, his words filled with humor. "Hey, why didn't you join us last night?" The slightly chubby man asked curiously, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"No... nothing, I had something to do last night." Wu Cheng suddenly realized that it was as if his consciousness had entered the body of this man named Shunzi. He could feel Shunzi's emotions, a mix of nervousness, fear, and at the same time, a hint of excitement, as if he were doing something important.
"Stop complaining! It's been days since you showed up. How are we supposed to make money like this?" grumbled a short man, clearly displeased with Shunzi's behavior. "Alright, shorty, shut up!" interjected a slightly chubby man, evidently holding a leadership position among the group.
"Hey, I heard you've been... going to 'That church' recently?" the slightly chubby man asked Shunzi in a hushed tone, curious. "Heh... just bored, you know..." Whenever the church was mentioned, Wu Cheng could sense Shunzi's excitement and sense of superiority, as if the church held an indescribable allure for him.
"I... I still have something to do. The foreman just called me, I'm going to find him in the front." Wu Cheng sensed Shunzi's emotional change, from excitement to caution. "Okay, you go ahead and take care of your business." The slightly chubby man watched Shunzi leave, his expression revealing a hint of uncertainty.
Shunzi excitedly jogged all the way, weaving through rows of miners, constantly apologizing for bumping into others. He took something out of his backpack and activated it. This action made Wu Cheng feel Shunzi's emotions shift from excitement to a kind of deep-seated pride, an irreplicable feeling.
Wu Cheng followed Shunzi's gaze and discovered that he was holding a yellow explosive and counting down. Wu Cheng instinctively felt the danger and wanted to escape the area. However, Shunzi ran deeper into the mine tunnel. As they approached the end of the tunnel, Shunzi suddenly shouted happily, "You are all blessed!" The meaning of this statement was inexplicable, and Wu Cheng also felt its strangeness.
Shunzi's actions drew everyone's attention, and the foreman angrily approached to reprimand him, but Shunzi pushed him back. "Don't resist. Today, under the supervision of the Black-faced god elder, no one can escape!" Shunzi's words shocked and unsettled everyone present.
"Damn it! Are you crazy, Shunzi? Go see a doctor if you're sick!" The foreman angrily picked up a sledgehammer, ready to beat him. But Shunzi remained unfazed, his expression still filled with a kind of madness and faith beyond understanding.
Shunzi immediately responded loudly, his voice echoing in the mine tunnel, "Only the Black-faced god has given me instructions. Of course, you don't understand anything. It's such a great thing to dedicate your life to the Black-faced god!" His words were filled with eerie religious emotion, resonating with some miners who also believed in the cult.
These believers began to surge forward, forming a camp to confront the unbelieving miners. Arguments and conflicts quickly spread. The foreman tried to maintain order, but the situation soon spiraled out of control, and the people in the mine were caught in chaotic shoving and fighting.
Amidst the chaos, Shunzi was surrounded by many miners. He suffered painful beatings, but he still stubbornly held onto the bomb, insisting on his belief. The countdown showed only ten seconds left, and his eyes were filled with madness and excitement.
He raised the bomb high, shouting loudly, "I pray to the Black-faced god! Become the most powerful in this world! I offer the lives of three hundred people here to you. Please, Black-faced god, do not forget, I am Shunzi—" Before he could finish, a huge explosion reverberated through the mine tunnel, accompanied by a dazzling light that swallowed all sound and images.
Rampaging energy swept through, obliterating everything in an instant. In this chaotic tunnel, all people and things were destroyed by the bomb's power, and Shunzi's faith and madness turned into nothingness. The terror and destruction brought by the explosion seemed to coalesce into a dark cloud, enveloping Wu Cheng's consciousness. He felt his body being shaken and shocked by the intense vibration and noise, as if trapped in an inescapable nightmare. The entire dream seemed to be collapsing due to the explosion, and Wu Cheng's consciousness gradually drifted away from reality in the midst of chaos.
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