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On the way to the mine, Wu Cheng felt like there was a pair of eyes constantly watching him, as if an invisible presence was following him. A chill ran down his spine, and his hair stood on end. He stopped several times, trying to find any trace of the follower in the darkness. Every time he turned around, he saw nothing but the quiet mountain forest and the dark night.
On the mountain path, the sound of dry leaves being crushed, the cries of various animals, and the chirping of insects created an indescribably eerie atmosphere. These sounds, heightened by tension, made Wu Cheng feel as if the entire mountain forest was filled with hidden threats, and every step he took seemed to trigger unpredictable reactions.
He remained highly alert throughout, his mind tense, and the slightest movement made him nervous to the point of trembling. He felt as though he was being watched by some unseen force, as if that presence was silently waiting for something. This feeling gradually intensified in his mind, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was truly alone.
The mountain forest appeared even more profound and mysterious at night. The shadows of the trees became unusually distorted in the moonlight, as if they had a life of their own. The wind howled, emitting strange wails, as if some invisible presence was whispering in his ear. Wu Cheng's sense of unease grew stronger, and the sound of his heartbeat seemed to convey an ominous premonition.
"Who's there?" Wu Cheng suddenly stopped in his tracks and asked in a low voice. His voice echoed in the night, but there was no response. His gaze pierced through the Darkness, trying to make out the shapes around him, but there was nothing. Only the silence of the mountains and forests, and that eerie feeling that sent shivers down his spine.
He held his breath, trying to hear any faint sounds. However, besides his own breathing, he heard nothing. This silence made him even more uneasy, as if he were in some ancient forbidden place, being watched by some unseen force.
He didn't understand why everything here was so strange, so unusual. This small town, this mountain forest, even the atmosphere in the air made him feel uneasy and fearful. His rationality told him it was just an illusion, but uncontrollable horror filled his heart.
Suddenly, Wu Cheng experienced his first mental breakdown. His hand holding the hoe trembled slightly, sweat poured from his forehead, soaking his clothes. He felt the pressure behind him growing stronger, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him, an indescribable sense of terror enveloping his soul.
He looked around frantically in the mountains, but couldn't see any sign of life. He tried to shout out, but only heard his voice echoing in the night, as if mocking his helplessness. His thoughts became confused, reality and illusion seemed to intertwine, and he couldn't even distinguish whether everything around him was real or imaginary.
Wu Cheng's mental breakdown made everything in the mountain path eerie and distorted. His hearing seemed to be manipulated, with ordinary sounds turning into the whispers and sneers of Mosina Goblinoid from nightmares. His ears were filled with tempting and intimidating voices, as if countless Mosina Goblinoid were discussing around him.
"You lost, you're finished." The voice was like a cold wind blowing through, piercing his heart. Wu Cheng's thoughts were firmly grasped by this sentence, and he felt as if he was being chased by an invisible dark force, unable to escape.
He began to swing the pickaxe in his hand, wildly attacking the surrounding air as if to fend off those illusory voices. However, whispers and laughter still lingered in his ears, constantly entwining, giving him no chance to catch his breath. Wu Cheng's eyes became wild, his mind seemed to be shrouded in darkness, and he was plunged into an extreme fear. "Come on! I'm not afraid of you!" Wu Cheng's voice suddenly erupted with immense anger and fear. He waved the pickaxe in his hand as if to use it to fend off this invisible threat. His eyes were wild and filled with pain, as if he had fallen into an inescapable nightmare of fear.
Just as he was about to collapse again, his feet slipped from under him, and he lost his balance, falling to the ground. This sudden fall seemed like a strong wake-up call, pulling him out of that terrifying illusion. His breathing was rapid, sweat pouring out, but he could finally see everything around him clearly.
The fall was like a lightning bolt, awakening his thoughts and emotions. His hand still tightly gripped the hammer, but the swinging motion gradually slowed down. He stopped the attack, just breathing in the fresh air, trying to calm the ripples in his heart.
Wu Cheng's eyes became clear again. He understood that he couldn't be controlled by fear, and he had to stay calm and rational. He worked to calm his mind and used reason to combat the illusions of fear. His breathing gradually steadied, and he felt a firm determination rising within him. He gazed at the entrance of the mine, no longer willing to passively accept the series of strange events. This was a confrontation between his inner self and the outside world, a battle he had to bravely face.
He looked into the distance, addressing the unknown presence or the deep-seated fears within him, and declared loudly, "I won't lose to any of you, whether human or ghost!" He was resolute, determined to uncover the truth behind everything. His eyes were firm and sharp, like a ready, sharp weapon, prepared to embark on this unprecedented journey. He stood up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then slowly walked towards the entrance of the mine.
At the entrance of the mine, abandoned tools and wooden boxes are scattered on the ground, as if it were a scene abandoned for many years. The light is dim, and entering the mine feels like stepping into a deserted world. Thick dust and silence pervade the air, creating a strange atmosphere.
The dripping of water echoes on the walls, as if composing a desolate lament. At the end of the mine shaft, it is shrouded in darkness, Wu Cheng feels as if standing on the edge of the unknown abyss, unable to predict the dangers and mysteries ahead.
The terrifying atmosphere pervaded around him, as if every step was treading on a cold heart. He felt as if there were shadows lurking around him, ready to emerge at any moment, causing a chill to rise in his heart involuntarily.
In these abandoned mine shafts, he seemed to hear faint sounds - the rustling of the wind through broken tools, the dripping of water in the distance, and a faint murmur seemingly coming from the depths. These sounds formed a strange symphony, making Wu Cheng feel like every nerve in his body was being stretched to the limit.
This abandoned mine shaft is desolate and eerie, as if it holds countless secrets and fears. Wu Cheng is determined to delve into it, to uncover the truth and solve all the mysteries. Even if he has to face unknown terrors, he is prepared.
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