The Great Dream God

Meng Jin's insight was as sharp as an eagle. He realized that the tentacle monster dancing in the sky was not a simple vision, but the tip of an iceberg of an unfathomable mystery. The terrifying creature seemed to be a messenger from a dark world, forming a strange resonance with the mysterious disappearance of the Great Elder of the North Sea Empire.

The disappearance of the Great Elder is like an unfinished piece of music, and the unknown cave deep underground is a low note in the music. There seems to be an obscure melody between the two, one link after another, weaving a mysterious symphony.

These seemingly unrelated fragments are cleverly connected by some kind of power beyond common sense, like transparent silk threads weaving a magnificent tapestry in the dark night, with every detail hiding a thrilling secret. Every pattern and every color of this tapestry silently tells a profound story.

The fire in Meng Jin's heart was burning, and his faith was as solid as a rock. This persistence not only inspired himself, but also ignited the fire of knowledge in Lisa's heart. Lisa's eyes flashed with a fiery desire for the truth, and she decided to fight side by side with Meng Jin to jointly uncover the heavy veil of this mystery.

And the red bird, that creature with endless vitality, its existence seems to be part of this mystery.

The hidden cave was dormant, its deep entrance was like a dark pupil, waiting to be explored. In front of this mysterious cave, a figure quietly appeared. To everyone's surprise, it was Edward. His appearance was like a gust of cold wind, coming unexpectedly, making people shiver.

Meng Jin stared at Edward closely, his eyes like a sharp sword piercing the darkness, pointing directly to the other's heart. His eyes did not show the expected joy and excitement, but instead a deep suspicion and vigilance. Those sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through Edward's soul, trying to find out his true intentions.

Meng Jin's stern face was like a sculpture, without a trace of expression. His enthusiasm towards his old friend was wrapped in a thick layer of caution.

Afterwards, the three people followed closely, each carrying a heavy secret in their hearts, like a heavy lead stone, making them stagger.

Their faces are hidden in the shadows, their eyes are deep and solemn, as if they are hiding endless stories. They keep a delicate distance from each other, relying on each other but also being wary of each other. This delicate balance is like dancing on thin ice, which may collapse if not carefully managed.

They meandered down a rugged mountain road, each step made a rustling sound among the fallen leaves and gravel, which was particularly harsh in the quiet forest. The mountain breeze blew gently, and the leaves swayed, as if whispering an unknown prophecy.

Their destination is a village that was once surrounded by a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, where the laughter and joy have now been replaced by silence, leaving only desolation.

Crows circled above their heads, their black feathers gleaming coldly in the sun, their cries were sharp and mournful, like ancient prophets telling of the impending doom. These ominous omens did not stop them, but instead strengthened their determination to move forward.

Their hearts were full of doubts, but more of a persistent pursuit of the truth. They knew that only by unveiling the mysterious veil could the dark clouds in their hearts dissipate. In this way, they moved towards the village step by step.

When they trudged through the familiar forest path and finally stepped onto the land warmed by memories, the scene before them was like an icy sharp blade, piercing all the expectations in their hearts.

The village still remained the same as when they left, but the tranquility was replaced by a deep sadness. The villagers, the people they once worked side by side with, laughed and talked with, now lay quietly at the entrance of the village, as if silently telling of a sudden tragedy.

There were no obvious scars on their bodies, and their clothes were neat and tidy, as if they were just taking a daily rest. However, the eyes that once sparkled with vitality were now closed as night, without any life. Those faces that once smiled were now as pale as paper, and stiff as if they were frozen in time. The traces of life disappeared without a trace here, just like the starlight swallowed by the night, silently, but making people feel endless sorrow.

Meng Jin couldn't help but frown, the deep ravines in his brows seemed to depict the shock and confusion in his heart.

In an instant, the tranquility was broken, and the unknown realm was swept by a mysterious and powerful storm. This storm came silently, as if it came from an unfathomable abyss, bringing with it a creepy chill. It was not an ordinary wind, but a presence with evil power, like the whisper of the abyss, which made people shudder.

The group of villagers who fell on the ground slowly stood up. There was a blue light coming out of their bodies, and their eyes turned into bright objects like light bulbs, emitting blue light. They walked forward, but seemed to have their own consciousness, and kept shouting with their mouths open.

"What the hell is this?" a villager shouted in horror, his voice sounding particularly weak in the storm.

"I don't know, but I feel the evil it brings." Another villager answered in a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear.

As the storm progressed, a layer of white fog quietly arrived, like a huge invisible demon, covering the entire village. The fog was filled with a mysterious and terrifying atmosphere, which made people shudder.

"Everyone wake up! What is this?" A villager tried to wake up the others, but his voice sounded pale and weak in the fog.

However, the villagers who were eroded by the fog slowly stood up from the ground one by one, their eyes became empty, replaced by an unspeakable horror. There was a faint light flashing in their mouths, as if the eyes of the tentacle monsters were emitting a strange and gloomy light in the darkness.

"What's wrong with us? Why can't we control our bodies?" A villager struggled to break free from the restraints, but his efforts seemed to be in vain.

"We are controlled by those evil spirits. They are corroding our souls through the fog." An old man who had witnessed this kind of scene said in a trembling voice.

In this village, the villagers who were once full of vitality have now turned into puppets of tentacle monsters. They wander aimlessly in the fog with stiff movements and empty eyes.

The entire village fell into deathly silence, with only the footsteps of the "living dead" echoing in the empty streets. The sound reverberated in the night sky, forming a frightening picture.