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In front of that dark throne, Wu Cheng's behavior became increasingly abnormal. He knelt on the ground, his body rhythmically leaning forward, his forehead heavily hitting the ground made of flesh and blood. With each bow, there was a sticky sound, as if his entire existence was submitting to that dark creature. Wu Cheng's movements were powerful and profound, as if each impact was expressing his devotion and worship to that indescribable presence.
Su Jianyang witnessed all of this, feeling not only shocked but also deeply helpless and worried. He reached out and grabbed Wu Cheng's shoulder, trying to pull him back to reality, but Wu Cheng's body was as immovable as a heavy stone. "What are you doing, Wu Cheng! Wake up!" Su Jianyang's voice was filled with worry and urgency, but Wu Cheng seemed to not hear his calls at all. Wu Cheng's eyes were empty, his face expressionless, as if his entire body and spirit were completely immersed in worshiping that dark existence. Shouting and pulling seemed to have no effect on Wu Cheng; his eyes were empty, his face expressionless, completely immersed in that mysterious and profound worship.
Su Jianyang's arm shook with force, trying to break Wu Cheng's trance, but it seemed to be in vain. His voice became more and more urgent, but it only echoed in this eerie atmosphere. He watched Wu Cheng bowing unconsciously, feeling waves of heartache and despair. This person whom he had deeply respected and trusted now seemed to have lost his soul, leaving only an empty shell mechanically repeating the same action.
In this oppressive and terrifying environment, Su Jianyang felt his own strength to be small and ineffective. He didn't know how to break this eerie control, didn't know how to awaken Wu Cheng. Everything around them seemed to be mocking their plight, and yet they were powerless, only able to feel weak and panicked in the face of this indescribable force.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out. Su Jianyang heard the eerie laughter and his heart tightened. When he turned around, he saw Li Wanxin standing there with a crazed smile on his face. Li Wanxin's voice was low and distorted, filled with fanatic and twisted pride: "No one can stop the power of the Black-faced god, Wu Cheng... he's bowing to me!" His tone revealed pleasure and anticipation at this terrifying sight.
Su Jianyang's gaze fell on Li Wanxin's face, and at that moment, he felt extreme shock and panic. Li Wanxin's eyes had disappeared, leaving only two bloody hollow sockets. His hands were covered in blood, undoubtedly from gouging out his own eyes. The empty eye sockets and the dripping blood formed a chilling image.
Under Su Jianyang's gaze, his laughter was filled with narcissism and pride, as if he were showcasing his absolute loyalty and dedication to the dark existence. His eye sockets were hollow, and the blood flowing out seemed to bring him a twisted sense of satisfaction. He seemed intoxicated by his own madness, completely ignoring his own injuries.
Li Wanxin boldly proclaimed his achievements and contributions, his voice revealing a kind of crazy pride: "Look at all this, Officer Su! This is my work! My sacrifice, my penance! For the Black-faced god, I have offered my eyes, my everything! Now, I will become the messenger of this new era!"
Su Jianyang was deeply shocked by this scene, unable to believe that someone could go to such extreme lengths for a certain belief. Li Wanxin's actions surpassed all his understanding of fanaticism and obsession. This perverse self-sacrifice and insane pride filled Su Jianyang with deep fear and helplessness.
Despite losing his sight, Li Wanxin was guided by some evil force, steadily approaching Su Jianyang. Nervously, Su Jianyang retreated, his heart racing with fear. With each step, the sound of Li Wanxin's footsteps struck him, pushing Su Jianyang to the brink of tension.
Li Wanxin's voice is filled with fanaticism and twisted confidence: "Officer Su, can't you see the miracles? Everything I've been waiting for is given by the Darkness in front of me! Now, I have also become a part of the Darkness!" There is no trace of fear in his words, but rather a sense of twisted enjoyment and satisfaction.
Su Jianyang felt a chill spreading from his spine to his whole body. He couldn't understand what Li Wanxin meant by "miracles." As he looked into Li Wanxin's hollow eye sockets, he couldn't help but feel a sense of horror. This person who was once a member of Qing Town has now become a puppet of the dark presence.
Li Wanxin's footsteps did not stop, like an unstoppable machine, forcing Su Jianyang to keep retreating. Su Jianyang was filled with confusion and fear, not understanding why Li Wanxin had come to this point, unable to comprehend the truth behind it all.
When Li Wanxin came in front of Su Jianyang, his face, devoid of eyes, exuded a strange calmness. He raised the two eyeballs in his hands, stained with blood and devoid of their former luster. Li Wanxin seemed to be using this method to show Su Jianyang something, his voice filled with a distorted sense of pride, as if saying this was the ultimate revelation he had obtained.
Su Jianyang stared at the lifeless eyes, a strange panic rising in his heart. At that moment, he actually had a kind of illusion, feeling that the pair of eyes were really staring at him, as if they still had the ability to see through everything. This feeling caused Su Jianyang to break out in goosebumps, feeling chills running straight up his spine.
A smirk appeared at the corner of Li Wanxin's mouth, seemingly greatly satisfied with Su Jianyang's reaction. His voice was deep and evil, like a low chant from the depths of hell, "Look, Officer Su, this is the power of truth, this is the blessing of Darkness. Do you feel like they are watching you? Yes, they see your soul." Su Jianyang took a step back, feeling difficulty in breathing, his unease and fear reaching a peak.
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