The Great Dream God

In the center of the village, on a large open plain, a strange scene is taking place.

The villagers, from different tribes, were tied up, their hands and feet were crossed and bound so tightly that they could not move.

They were forced to form a neat square array, like a living social picture, with everyone sitting cross-legged on the ground, their faces filled with helplessness and fear.

Their eyes were scattered, some looked up at the sky, some stared at the ground, as if looking for a glimmer of hope.

In this silence, Meng Jin sat alone on a huge rock, and his figure was particularly eye-catching.

He raised his head, his eyes were cold and piercing like ice. Facing this group of helpless villagers, his expression did not fluctuate at all.

Meng Jin stood tall from the hard stone, his figure looking particularly tall in the morning light. He walked slowly among the villagers, his eyes sweeping over each one, his eyes full of power and a hint of gentle expectation. His voice was deep and powerful, like a huge bell echoing in the valley: "Are you all awake? If you are awake, cheer up!"

The villagers trembled, their eyes showing fear and confusion. They had never seen Meng Jin like this before, and his aura was irresistible to them. Meng Jin's eyes met theirs one by one, as if lighting a fire in everyone's heart, awakening them from the cold of the early morning.

Meng Jin stopped and his eyes fell on the pale villagers, with a hint of inquiry and expectation in his tone: "I don't want to hurt you, I just need an answer, a simple question. Can you build a boat?" This question was like a mystery, which confused the villagers, but could not be ignored.

Meng Jin's eyes flashed with determination, and his intentions were clear and profound. He did not come to claim life, but to seek knowledge and skills that could carry hope.

The villagers nodded one after another, a tacit agreement, their eyes met, as if they had reached a consensus in silent communication. Several alert villagers quickly stood up, their body language revealed eagerness and anticipation, as if something important was about to be revealed. Their eyes were focused and eager, their mouths moved slightly, gently pointing in one direction, there was a small pond surrounded by shade, quiet and mysterious.

Meng Jin sensed their hint, and he took a step, following the villagers' gaze, and walked steadily towards the place that attracted everyone's attention. Every step he took seemed so firm, as if he knew what secret was hidden there. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, dappled on his body, adding a bit of solemnity and mystery to him.

As we approached, the small pond was like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, calm and peaceful. On this peaceful surface, a small sampan was floating quietly, its presence seemed to break the tranquility, and it seemed to be guarding a certain balance. The sampan was covered with traces of time, mottled paint, worn wood grain, all telling its past stories.

Meng Jin stood by the lake, his eyes fixed on the small pond in front of him. His original expectation was replaced by disappointment. This pond was obviously not the vast water area for breeding precious fish as he had expected, but more like a makeshift corner. There were some duckweed floating on the water, and the water was turbid. It was obvious that it lacked the necessary maintenance and management.

The surroundings are not carefully decorated, but are replaced by a simple fence made of old pallets. These pallets, after years of erosion and the baptism of wind and rain, are mottled on the surface with different shades of color, like old maps, recording their vicissitudes. Their edges are seriously worn, and some places even have cracks, like a fragile line of defense, trembling with every sigh of the wind and the knock of the rain, as if it will completely collapse in the face of the power of nature in the next moment. This scene does not give people a good feeling, but rather reveals an indescribable desolation and desolation, as if this corner has been forgotten by the world and neglected by time, and looks extremely shabby and cowardly.

Looking at those so-called ships, Meng Jin's heart sank. They were not the majestic and magnificent ships he had imagined, but some simple rafts. They could not even be called ships, but more like children's toys. The nails on the pallets were rusty, the wood was cracked, the hull was shaky, and it looked insecure. How could such a ship carry his lofty ideals and ambitions?

Meng Jin frowned deeply, his sharp eyes showing obvious dissatisfaction and doubt. He shook his head, his tone full of helplessness, "Alas, I thought you could build a magnificent ship, but I never thought that your ability is limited to building these shabby rafts." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but more of it was helplessness and loss to reality.

He looked around, searching for possible hope, but everything before him seemed so pale and powerless.

Meng Jin now stood before the villagers, his figure like an insurmountable mountain, towering above them, casting a deep shadow. The villagers stared at him nervously, their hearts filled with endless panic. In their eyes, Meng Jin was no longer the young man next door who had shared their laughter and hardships, but a hideous and ferocious monster.

Meng Jin shook his head gently, his movements were slow and powerful, as if every shake was striking at the hearts of the villagers. Their heartbeats quickened, and fear surged like a tide. Everyone was afraid that Meng Jin's next move would be a fatal blow. They recalled the legends about Meng Jin, his heroic deeds on the battlefield, and the enemies he defeated, all of whom died violent deaths. They worried whether they would also become victims of Meng Jin's butcher knife.

However, the villagers did not know that there was no murderous intent in Meng Jin's eyes, but deep worry and helplessness. His shaking head was not a judgment on them, but a helpless shaking of the head at the current situation. He looked at the terrified faces in front of him, and his heart was full of regret. He did not want to hurt them, but was just trying to find a way to solve the problem and protect them from greater threats.

Meng Jin's eyes swept over every villager, trying to convey his kindness with his eyes, but the villagers could only see his cold appearance and could not read the warmth in his heart. Panic spread among the crowd, raging like a plague, and only Meng Jin stood there alone, bearing the pressure of misunderstanding and fear.