The Great Dream God

Edward's steps were brisk and firm, as if every step contained endless curiosity and expectation. He followed Meng Jin eagerly, and the two stepped into the lush forest together. The dense leaves cast mottled light and shadows in the sun, adding a bit of mystery to their progress. His eyes were shining, staring at Meng Jin, as if he could find the answers to all his questions from him.

"Master," Edward took a breath, his voice full of urgency and hope, "Have you found any clues? Or do you have any wonderful plan that can help us get rid of this isolated island, or even repair the big ship stranded helplessly on the beach?" His voice echoed in the forest, and every pause between words was filled with a desire for unknown possibilities. He knew that Meng Jin could always bring unexpected solutions when he was most confused.

Meng Jin shook his head helplessly, with a bitter smile on his face, as if he was mocking his own powerlessness. "If I really had that magical method to repair the ship in an instant, why would I hesitate here and wait and see?" His words were full of self-mockery and regret. "I would have revived our ship and sailed through the waves long ago. We are exploring this mysterious island and taking unknown risks, aren't we just looking for possible wise men or hidden artifacts that can help us repair the damaged ship?"

His eyes were full of determination, which showed his persistence in his goal and his resistance to adversity. "This island may be the turning point of our destiny, hiding the answers we desperately need. Whether it is a reclusive craftsman or a lost ancient book, as long as it can allow us to return to the sea, we will go all out to find it." Meng Jin took a deep breath, his tone full of expectation and determination. Their journey was far from over.

Edward's eyes instantly widened like bells, and his face was filled with shock. His voice echoed in the empty cabin, and every word was filled with doubt and uneasiness: "What if there is no way to repair this ship? Wouldn't we be trapped here with nowhere to go?" His words revealed deep worry, as if he had foreseen the desperate situation that would be brought about by the inability to repair the ship.

Meng Jin glanced at the man who was talking nonstop. His eyes revealed a trace of disdain and helplessness, as if silently mocking the other person's powerlessness. He spoke slowly, and every word sounded like a carefully carved stone, resounding: "If there is really no solution, then we can only wait for the judgment of fate and let time pass until the end of life. This does sound simple, doesn't it?" His tone was calm and firm, without a trace of panic, as if death in front of him was just an ordinary possibility in life.

At that moment, Edward seemed to be stunned by the sudden thought. His lips slightly opened, hesitant to speak, his eyes revealed a complex look, like surprise, but also like confusion. In his heart, countless rebuttals came like a tide, but they collapsed one by one under the impact of the other party's arguments, appearing weak and pale. He stared at the person in front of him, trying to find a flaw in those determined eyes, but every attempt ended in failure. In the end, he could only shake his head slowly, and the helplessness floated in his heart like fallen leaves, unable to be dispelled.

He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, as if that breath carried all his shock and frustration. He sighed softly, and although the sound was light, it was full of undisguised recognition and appreciation. "You do have a point," he said with a self-deprecating smile, "I'm surprised that I can't find any suitable words to refute you."

Meng Jin and Edward, two old friends, walked side by side, their steps were steady and powerful, like a silent symphony echoing in the empty space. Meng Jin's eyes were as deep as the night, as if he could see through all the unknowns, while Edward remained calm as always, and his every move revealed determination and wisdom. They led the team in front, and every step they took was in line with the drumbeat of history, as if they were looking for some secrets forgotten by the years.

Following closely behind were Ximen Yue and Wang Wu, both of whom were also worried. Ximen Yue, with doubts between his brows and vigilance in his eyes, seemed to be searching for a faint light in the dark night; while Wang Wu, with firm steps and a straight back, was like an immovable mountain, giving people a sense of security. They took care of each other, and their tacit understanding needed no words. They were all silently feeling the subtle changes in the surrounding environment. The indescribable weird atmosphere made the alarm bells in their hearts never stop.

Wang Wu stood at the edge of the dense jungle, his eyes wandering among the lush trees around him, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement. The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, as if whispering an ancient story. He stared at the plants of various shapes, and every leaf and vine looked particularly vivid under the sunlight. However, this vividness brought him a strange feeling.

"These plants," he whispered to himself, his voice echoing through the forest, "how come their shapes and textures seem to have been twisted into ghostly faces by invisible forces?" There was a hint of uneasiness in his words, as if the still trees would suddenly come alive at some point, revealing a hideous smile. The branches were like wrinkled arms, the vines were like twisted tentacles, and the flowers were like grinning faces. Every detail challenged his imagination.

Ximen Yue nodded gently, his eyes were as deep as the night, flashing with contemplative sparks, as if he was chewing on that brief but unforgettable moment in his heart. "It's like we just stepped into that incredible white mist," his voice was low and steady, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force, pulling people back to that moment that made people's backs chill.

The thick white fog, like an illusion from a dream, gently lingered before my eyes, turning into a mysterious veil that cleverly covered the distant skyline, making the originally clear view become confusing. This layer of fog not only blurred my vision, but also added a bit of weird atmosphere invisibly. It shrouded the surrounding world under a faint mysterious veil, and everything seemed to be swallowed by it and disappeared within the hazy boundary, making it impossible for people to explore its true form and color through this thin barrier.

Whether it was the silent trees nearby or the towering mountains in the distance, they all disappeared under the cover of this white mist. Their outlines became blurred, and their details were faded, leaving only shadowy shadows swaying in the mist, as if their original features were gently wiped away by the fingers of the mist.

There is a scary triangular tentacle monster inside!

It spread silently, like an invisible giant hand, gently brushing across the earth, bringing a tranquility beyond common sense. That kind of tranquility was as if time had taken a nap in it, pausing its flow, leaving people wandering between strangeness and fear.