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Amy smiled slightly, then took the lead into the passage, her steps firm and light. Nick followed closely behind, their footsteps echoing in the narrow space.
The stairs going down were steep and narrow, with the walls on either side emitting a coolness, and the air filled with the scent of damp soil. Amy's flashlight illuminated the way ahead, but the darkness seemed endless.
"Did you hear that sound?" Nick suddenly stopped in his tracks, his voice trembling.
Amy collected herself and listened carefully. She did hear a faint buzzing sound, as if it were a low hum coming from deep within.
"Don't be afraid, it might just be the sound of the wind," Amy reassured, her voice sounding particularly clear in the darkness.
Finally, they reached the bottom of the stairs, and a spacious basement appeared before them.
There is a huge door, and after they insert the magic key, the mechanism of the door seems to be activated and slowly opens.
The interior of the basement behind the door is decorated in an ancient style, with strange symbols and mysterious patterns hanging on the walls.
On the central array, the pair of glowing eyes lay quietly, emitting a faint blue light as if they possessed their own life.
"This is what we're looking for," Amy murmured, approaching the eyes with slow and cautious steps.
"Be careful, Amy," Nick reminded, his eyes revealing concern.
Just as Amy reached for the eyes, the entire basement suddenly shook, as if a giant creature was awakening.
"Oh my, we need to hurry!" Nick shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the basement.
Amy quickly put the eyes into her backpack and then turned to prepare to escape.
At this moment, Margaret's puppet appeared before them like a ghost, her powerful and icy presence making the two feel suffocated.
"You actually managed to find this place. I underestimated you two little rascals," Margaret's puppet said with a threatening tone, her eyes cold and devoid of emotion.
Amy Bit her lip and took a deep breath, "We need to liberate our family from your curse."
Margaret Sneered and began to cast her spell, the air in the entire basement solidified, the oppressive feeling growing stronger.
At that moment, Jis's voice came from the energy stone, bringing a glimmer of hope.
"Focus on your will, Nick, Amy. You can do it!" Jis's voice was full of confidence.
Amy and Nick looked at each other, determination shining in their eyes. They focused all their willpower and began to confront Margaret's magic.
The puppet's movements were abrupt and swift, its eyes cold and empty, as if it had no soul.
"Do you think you can take my eyes from me?" Margaret's puppet laughed scornfully, "click click click" filled with contempt.
Amy tightly held the energy stone in her hand, feeling the power flowing from it. "Nick, we can't give up!" she shouted loudly, her eyes shining with unwavering determination.
Nick gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, knowing that this battle would determine their fate. "We must succeed!" he responded to Amy's call.
Suddenly, Jis's voice came through the energy stone again, urgent and resolute: "Quick, use what we've prepared to fight it! You must stay focused!"
With a mocking laugh from the puppet, Amy quickly pulled out two water guns from her backpack and handed one to Nick. They exchanged a glance, perfectly in sync. These water guns were filled with a special liquid concocted by Jis, which could weaken the magic of the puppet.
"Now!" Amy shouted softly, raising her water gun at Margaret's puppet, and Nick acted simultaneously.
The sound of the water gun echoed in the basement, and jets of liquid shot towards the puppet.
Margaret's puppet, having lost its sense of smell and touch, didn't initially understand what was happening. She scoffed, "Your little tricks with this child won't work on me."
Amy stared at Margaret's puppet, her voice firm and calm: "Who said this is water?"
Nick, unknowingly, had already lit a match in his hand. His eyes flickered rapidly, calculating the best time to throw the match.
"Now, Nick!" Amy shouted nervously, feeling the pressure of the battle as her heart raced.
Nick suddenly threw the match at the puppet, but Margaret's puppet reacted astonishingly fast, dodging the sudden attack. The match drew a bright streak of light in the air, ultimately extinguishing weakly on the floor.
"It seems you underestimated me," Margaret's puppet said coldly, her voice tinged with contempt.
Amy and Nick exchanged a glance, both realizing they needed a new plan. The tide of the battle seemed to be turning against them.
"We can't give up like this, Amy," Nick gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with determination.
Amy nodded, gripping her water gun tightly, ready to shoot again. "We need to find a way to get the match closer so we can ensure our attack hits her."
"Good idea, we need to distract its attention," Nick said, his eyes quickly scanning the basement, looking for something to use.
Suddenly, Nick's gaze stopped at an old wooden box. "Amy, cover me. I have a plan," he said, quietly moving towards the box.
Amy nodded and raised her water gun again, aiming at the puppet, and began shooting continuously to attract its attention.
Nick took the opportunity to open the wooden box and found some ancient items and a bottle of alcohol inside.
A glint appeared in his eyes as he quickly poured the alcohol onto a piece of cloth.
"The match didn't work, so try this instead!" Nick shouted as he lit a strip of cloth soaked in alcohol and hurled it towards Margaret's puppet.
Margaret's puppet tried to dodge, but this time she wasn't so lucky.
The burning cloth struck her body, instantly igniting the wooden structure of the puppet.
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