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witch Li's voice became weaker and weaker, her chest rising and falling slowly, as if every breath was draining all her strength. Her lips trembled as she struggled to speak each word: "Wu... Cheng has taken that young man... Wu Cheng is... heading down... a bloody path..."
Hearing this, Su Jianyang felt a surge of inexplicable panic and confusion. He quickly asked, "What do you mean? Shaman? Why did Wu Cheng take Yang Jing away? What is the bloody path?" His eyes were filled with incomprehension and anxiety.
witch Li seemed to have used up her last bit of strength, shaking her head slightly. Her voice was barely audible: "No... no time, go... to the hilltop, the talisman water in my pocket." Her words conveyed a sense of urgency and concern, as if she was delivering a very important message.
Su Jianyang immediately understood and quickly reached into witch Li's pocket, finally feeling a small bottle. He carefully took out the bottle, only to find that it was a small bottle filled with talisman water, with strange symbols drawn on the bottle. The water inside the bottle shimmered with a faint light, as if it contained some mysterious power.
witch Li's eyes opened slightly, looking at the talisman water in Su Jianyang's hand, she seemed to feel a hint of comfort. She murmured softly, "Use... that... to deal with... the demon..." After saying this, witch Li's eyes closed again, her breathing became even weaker, as if it could stop at any moment. Su Jianyang tightly gripped the bottle of talisman water, feeling both a hint of panic and determination in his heart.
witch Li's body suddenly shook violently, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling of the interrogation room, as if she could see some terrifying scenes in that invisible space that only she could perceive. She uttered a faint but fearful whisper, as if conversing with some presence that only she could sense.
Su Jianyang felt a strong sense of unease in his heart, and he hurriedly bent down to check on witch Li's condition. He asked softly, "Shenpo, what did you see? Are you okay?" However, witch Li did not respond. Her eyes gradually lost focus, as if entering a world only she could reach.
After this brief and tense moment, witch Li suddenly exerted her last bit of strength, and with pain and speed, widened her eyes. Her lips trembled, as if trying to convey an extremely important message. However, she ultimately did not make a sound, weakly uttering three words: "It's too late."
In this brief moment, witch Li's eyes lost their last glimmer, becoming hollow and lifeless, devoid of the focus of life. Su Jianyang was filled with sadness and helplessness, tightly holding witch Li's hand but feeling no response.
In this silent space, the pain and sorrow in Su Jianyang's heart surged. He deeply knew that witch Li, who had helped them so much, had reached the end of her life. He looked at witch Li's remains with regret and helplessness, deeply feeling the heavy price brought by the battle with supernatural forces.
Su Jianyang gently closed witch Li's eyes, his actions filled with respect and sadness, as if in this silent farewell, he hoped to bring a bit of peace and rest to the old man who had experienced countless supernatural events and ultimately sacrificed in this mysterious struggle. He silently prayed in his heart, hoping that witch Li could find the peace she deserved in another world.
Su Jianyang's gaze fell on the pockets of witch Li's clothes, where there were still some talismans. Although these mysterious runes were unfamiliar and difficult to understand for him, he knew that in such moments, every potentially useful item could not be ignored. He carefully placed these talismans and talisman water into his own bag, unsure if they would be effective, but at least they gave him a glimmer of hope and comfort.
The thoughts turned back to the final words of witch Li, and Su Jianyang realized that the "mountain top" she mentioned referred to the mysterious and unpredictable mine mountain peak. There, perhaps, was the key to all these strange events, and perhaps it was also the place for him to find answers.
Realizing that the next actions could be filled with danger, Su Jianyang headed to the police station's armory. His fingers lightly slid over the cold metal locks, and then decisively opened them. The armory door slowly opened, revealing neatly arranged firearms inside. Su Jianyang's gaze was firm as he reached for a handgun, not only for self-defense, but also to give himself a sense of assurance in this unknown confrontation.
The weight of the pistol felt heavy in his hand, but at the same time, it also made Su Jianyang feel a sense of reassurance. He checked the firearm to ensure it was in optimal condition, then safely stowed it in his bag. Taking a deep breath, a determined look in his eyes, he prepared to face the unknown challenge.
As Su Jianyang stepped out of the police station, a chilling wind swept across his face. Looking up at the sky, he saw the once bright moon now obscured by thick clouds, leaving only a faint, pale outline in the darkness. Su Jianyang couldn't help but wonder if this change in the weather was a sign of things to come.
His gaze turned to the surrounding streets. Qing Town should have maintained its quiet and familiar atmosphere at night, but tonight's tranquility felt oppressive and unsettling. The streets were empty, and even the sound of the occasional breeze rustling the leaves, usually heard on ordinary days, seemed to disappear in this eerie atmosphere. Su Jianyang could clearly hear his own heartbeat, which sounded particularly loud in the silence, as if each beat was reminding him of the unknown danger he might face next.
He took a deep breath of the cold air, feeling the ominous chill in the night breeze. Su Jianyang became more cautious in his steps, his eyes showing a hint of determination but also deep vigilance. He knew that tonight's Qing Town was no longer the familiar small town, but a place filled with unknown and treacherous elements. His hand involuntarily touched the firearm at his waist, giving him a sense of security.
Su Jianyang Slowly walking through the empty streets, every step is cautious, like a warrior advancing in the calm before the storm, ready to face the impending tempest. His gaze is firmly fixed ahead, towards the direction of the mountain peak, where perhaps the answers to all these mysteries lie.
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