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Wu Cheng stared blankly at the body on the ground after killing Mosina Goblinoid, not knowing what he had done. Xiaoting approached him and softly encouraged, " Wu Cheng, you haven't done anything wrong."
Her words seemed to ignite a glimmer of hope in Wu Cheng's heart, and she continued, "At this hour, it is the darkest time of the day," as a gloom enveloped the entire scene, as if foreshadowing an ominous event about to occur.
"Xiaoting, I..." Wu Cheng began, but she interrupted him. "Now is the best time for you to do something to get Black-faced god Sanma's attention."
Xiaoting spoke with a firm yet gentle tone, as if she had a plan of some sort. Wu Cheng furrowed his brow, unsure of what he should do.
"To express her disdain for the dark circles under Three Mom's eyes, Xiaoting's eyes shimmered with a strange light as she viciously desecrated the bodies of his subordinates. Wu Cheng hesitated to speak, as Xiaoting's gaze seemed to penetrate his heart. She smiled gently, gazing softly at him, making it impossible for him to refuse."
Wu Cheng held a dagger, feeling extremely conflicted, but encouraged by Xiaoting's eyes, he gradually made up his mind. His hand lightly grasped the dagger, with a hint of hesitation in his fluctuating emotions, he slowly brought the dagger closer to the skull. Slowly, almost adjusting the rhythm of his every breath and heartbeat, he touched the tip of the dagger to the skull. Upon contact, he felt a rush of cold air emanating from the blade, gradually covering the entire skull. His breathing became rapid but restrained, as if each breath was inhaling a deeper Darkness. His hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, and as the tip of the blade touched the unknown surface,
This cut not only pierced the skull, but also pierced a certain repression deep within him. A black, almost solidified blood slowly flowed from the incision, not material, but more like a composition of fear, regret, and pain.
When the dagger made the final cut, the skull suddenly burst open, gushing out countless black blood, each drop seeming to embody his past failures, fears, and regrets. He heard low growls and curses, the resentment and unease within him. Standing in this chaos, the dripping dagger not only shed blood but also a part of his soul. The skull split apart like shattered porcelain, revealing not flesh and blood, but an endless Darkness and abyss. Wu Cheng seemed to hear distant whispers and laughter, as if his deepest fears and unease were magnified countless times.
Wu Cheng held the skull of Mosina Goblinoid in his hand, dripping with dark blood, his expression particularly grim. He turned and looked at the neglected altar in the corner, the deity table that was tattered and forgotten. The idols on the table were already missing limbs, covered in dust, with a few extinguished incense sticks nearby. He made a violent shaking motion as if to shake off the burden in his hand and the past. The skull drew an almost dark arc in the air and finally fell heavily on the deity table.
The impact made the entire space tremble, as if responding to the chaos in his heart. The black blood splattered on the idols and censers, immediately causing a hissing chemical reaction. The already damaged idols seemed to become even more distorted, becoming a twisted and unsightly image. He looked at all this, feeling no comfort or relief, but rather heavier. Just like the deity table, even with the addition of Mosina Goblinoid's skull, it still couldn't change the fact that it was forgotten and damaged.
Wu Cheng's eyes became dull, as if he had fallen into an inescapable state. Meanwhile, Xiaoting began to hum a song, the same evil melody heard in the illusion in the mine. The song echoed in the air, like a magical spell, lingering around the entire room. Strangely, at this moment, Wu Cheng began to hum along with Xiaoting, and the evil melody became so harmonious in this absurd scene. They seemed to have returned to the happy times they had spent together in the past.
However, as the song continued, Wu Cheng felt a powerful energy surging from Mosina Goblinoid's skull, filled with a mysterious and eerie sensation that made his body tremble uncontrollably. At the same time, the entire scene began to change, with a blend of illusion and reality, leaving him unable to discern where he was.
Suddenly, the skull of Mosina Goblinoid on the table came to life as if being controlled by some force. Its mouth opened, emitting a sharp and eerie laughter, as if the melody of the song echoed from its mouth, becoming even more chilling and frightening.
Wu Cheng's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. He never expected Mosina Goblinoid's head to have such a bizarre reaction. His heart raced, and a sense of unease surged within him like a tide.
As Mosina Goblinoid's head moved, the atmosphere in the room began to change dramatically. An abnormal aura permeated the air, making Wu Cheng feel suffocated. He seemed to sense the gradual coalescence of an evil presence.
As the singing of Mosina Goblinoid intensified, the light in the room became increasingly dim, as if being engulfed by some dark force. The surroundings of Wu Cheng began to blur, and he felt as if he had entered a hallucination, where reality and illusion intertwined.
Suddenly, the head of Mosina Goblinoid became unusually bright, as if shrouded in a mysterious halo. Then, a deafening scream tore through the silent night, as if it came from a dimension of agony. It seemed as if an uncontrollable energy was brewing within the head, growing stronger and stronger, until it became uncontrollable.
At the next moment, a dazzling light flashed, and the skull burst open in an instant, as if it were a magnificent scene of the birth of the universe. Blood, shattered bones, and unidentified substances scattered and splattered like a volcanic eruption, and a powerful energy surged out from the remnants of the skull. This energy seemed to carry attributes that did not belong to this world, surging like a flood, instantly filling the entire space. Wu Cheng's face was covered with traces of blood and fragments, as if it were an abstract painting with a certain evil power, with a red hue before his eyes. His ears rang with a piercing sound, and his mind was filled with chaos and fear. It was as if he had been caught in an uncontrollable vortex, experiencing the pain of body and soul. When everything gradually calmed down, Wu Cheng found himself in a desolate place. The surrounding scenery was distorted and eerie, shrouded in shadows, and the air was filled with a mixture of sulfur and burnt odors, making people feel uneasy and fearful, as if they had entered another world.
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