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In the midst of their predicament, the Black-faced god of Su Jianyang's third mother pendant suddenly began to shake violently. The small pendant emitted a dazzling light, like a shooting star streaking across the dark night sky. Wu Cheng sensed the presence of the light, as if some mysterious force was calling out to him.
Wu Cheng attempted to launch another attack, but when he tried to approach Su Jianyang, the light emitted by the pendant made him take a few steps back, and the dark energy within his body showed clear signs of unrest. All the terror seemed minuscule in front of the pendant, as if a suppressed wildfire.
At this moment, in Wu Cheng's nightmare, he felt a glimmer of light approaching. A gentle voice, murmuring like a mother: "Child, do not be afraid. It's not too late, you have a chance to break free." This warm voice was full of comfort and hope, gradually releasing a glimmer of hope in Wu Cheng's heart.
Wu Cheng concentrated hard, trying to break free from the dark bindings. He felt the power of the pendant guiding him, leading him to rediscover himself. In this spiritual world, he sensed an infinite power deep within his heart, and as long as he was willing, he could overcome the Darkness.
At the same time, in a different dimension, Su Jianyang and Yang Jing are discussing how to awaken Wu Cheng. Yang Jing suggests that Su Jianyang use the power of the Black-faced god Sanma pendant to restrain Wu Cheng, and then awaken him through various means. Yang Jing reveals that she had previously consulted many exorcists and learned some methods of exorcism, allowing Su Jianyang to try with confidence.
Although the plan sounds far-fetched, the situation is now critical, and Su Jianyang has no time to consider too much. He nodded, preparing to take the opportunity to approach Wu Cheng while he is bound by the pendant and awaken him in his own way.
"I will do my best," Su Jianyang's voice was full of determination as he tightly held the Black-faced god pendant, waiting for the best opportunity.
"Don't worry," Yang Jing also encouraged, "It's all up to the two of us!"
At this moment, Wu Cheng felt the sound of a pendant in his dream, and he knew that someone was guiding him, giving him the motivation to pull himself together. His spirit gradually broke free from the darkness and was filled with hope. He decided to resist the forces of darkness, make an effort to regain his sanity, and rescue himself.
In the nightmare, Wu Cheng gradually saw the hope of light, and his spirit gradually freed itself from the shackles of darkness. His heart gradually filled with regret, feeling guilty for his past cowardice and avoidance. He felt the harm caused by his past weakness and was deeply apologetic to the victims he had ignored.
The surrounding scenery began to develop holes, and through these holes, he saw the beautiful moments of the past. He recalled those moments that had once filled him with joy, those carefree days, and the many people who had cared for and loved him. He began to understand that although life is full of mistakes, there are also many moments worth cherishing.
Wu Cheng deeply felt that his tragic fate was not entirely irredeemable; he could change, he could take action to make up for his mistakes. His heart gradually filled with hope and courage, and he resolved to overcome the Darkness and rescue himself.
Wu Cheng began to apologize to the victims in his dream, "I know I have committed irreparable mistakes, but please believe that I am now trying to change. I feel deeply guilty, but I also hope to make amends for my faults."
However, the owner of the nightmare space clearly expressed extreme dissatisfaction with all of this. His influence was suppressed by the suspended light, and he could no longer use temptation and threats to influence Wu Cheng. Wu Cheng had entered a different state, and the light was gradually emerging from within him.
At the same time, in a different dimension, Su Jianyang approached Wu Cheng steadily with the power of the Black-faced god and the Sanma pendant. As he got closer to Wu Cheng, he spoke with a firm and gentle tone, "Wu Cheng, you are not alone. Deep within you, there is infinite power. Now is the time to save yourself and the beauty within you."
Wu Cheng felt dizzy from the pendant, and seeing an opportunity, Su Jianyang rushed forward and grabbed him. Feeling the contact from behind, Wu Cheng struggled incessantly. His soul was undergoing an unprecedented transformation, with the energies of Darkness and light colliding fiercely. Yang Jing also took advantage of this moment and began chanting some strange incantations, "Gods hear my prayer, we gather here today to unite various beliefs and powers to expel the evil spirit before us." With the light and compassion of the Buddha, we earnestly ask you to guide this evil spirit to the path of liberation. Amitabha. Allah, Almighty Creator, grant us strength and courage to drive away this evil spirit. Allahu Akbar. With the endless love and sacrifice of Jesus Christ, grant us purification and protection. Amen. Guanyin Bodhisattva, with your boundless compassion, dissolve all fear and hatred. Namo Guanshiyin Pusa. Daoist immortals, Jade Emperor, and Sanqing Daozu, please grant us wisdom and strength to expel the evil spirit before us. Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!
Yang Jing spoke excitedly, reciting these incantations he had learned from previous interviews. Although he didn't know if they would be effective, he had no other choice at the moment and could only give it a try. As the incantations echoed, Wu Cheng's body began to convulse, as if countless souls were trying to surge out from within him. Suddenly, a dazzling light burst forth from his body, filling the entire space with radiance, seemingly even affecting the space of the nightmare itself, triggering a deep, rumbling roar in the darkness.
With the eruption of light, Wu Cheng felt his body enveloped by a powerful force, a strange sensation that seemed to re-integrate his soul. Gradually, he opened his eyes and returned to the real world. In front of him, he saw Su Jianyang and an unfamiliar man.
Su Jianyang smiled and said to Wu Cheng: "Great detective, you finally woke up. How long did you sleep?"
Although Wu Cheng was physically weak, there was a smile on his lips as he softly cursed, "Damn it, Su Jianyang." Despite the joking tone, his eyes were filled with gratitude and concern.
Yang Jing panicked and loudly warned, "Uh... two of you, it seems like we have a new problem!" As his voice rang out, the nightmarish space began to fill with the sound of countless creatures crawling, creating a terrifying atmosphere that sent shivers down one's spine.
Soon, a rugged-looking monster with three heads emerged from the ground, gnashing its teeth and screaming. Wu Cheng and the other two immediately prepared for battle, but they could all feel the evil aura emanating from the creature, making the entire space feel oppressive.
"How do we handle this!" Yang Jing exclaimed in panic.
"Relax, everyone calm down," Su Jianyang said, remaining calm in the face of danger, but also feeling the threat before him.
Yang Jing kept reciting prayers, trying to summon the power of various gods and spirits for help. "Spirits and guardians from all directions, we call upon your wisdom and strength to drive away this ominous thing and send it back to where it belongs." "Eight immortals cross the sea, each showing their divine powers. With your respective powers and wisdom, help us drive away this ominous thing and send it back to where it belongs."
Su Jianyang also joined in, pulling out his gun. Although unsure if the gun would be effective, he was unwilling to stand idly by. He gazed firmly at the monster, clutching his amulet, praying for the protection of the Three Mothers. "Three Mothers, Three Mothers! Please save us this time! Please, let us go back!"
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