The Great Dream God

In the deep reading of dreams, Meng Jin seemed to have crossed the boundaries of time and space, and was immersed in the depths of Qingque's memories.

The scene there was like a broken mirror, piecing together Qingque's past years. As his memories gradually unfolded, Meng Jin gradually revealed the truth hidden in it, and that truth surprised him.

Why did the Bluebirds regard Mengjin as the hope for the revival of the Bluebirds? This was not just because of Mengjin's prominent reputation or extraordinary strength.

In a world full of strong people, Meng Jin's power is strong, but not the only one. However, Qingque felt a unique aura from Meng Jin, an indescribable sense of existence.

It was a mixture of blood and mystery, as if Meng Jin had crossed the brink of life and death, and was stained with endless killing and conspiracy. His eyes were deep and indifferent, as if he had seen through the hypocrisy and lies in the world.

His movements were vigorous and decisive, and every move was full of power and determination. In Qingque's view, Meng Jin was like a ghost in the dark night, mysterious and impossible to ignore.

When Meng Jin read this memory, his heart was like being swept by a cold wind, and a chill instantly swept over his scalp. He seemed to have seen through the real reason why Qingque chose him, the deep motivation hidden beneath the surface.

It turned out that Qingque was not only attracted by his strength or fame, but also by his unique temperament and experience.

The expression on Meng Jin's face suddenly became complicated, and his clenched fists revealed the turmoil in his heart. He began to re-examine himself and think about his past and future.

He realized that the blood and secrets on his body were not just a burden and a constraint, but also a unique strength and capital. He began to think about how to use this power to contribute to the revival of the Bluebird Clan.

He glanced down at his chest, where the source of everything was hidden, the ancient being known as the King of Cthulhu.

His eyes were filled with deep contemplation, as if he could see through the endless abyss hidden under his skin. Ever since he obtained the power of the ancient king on that mysterious island, he had hidden it deep within his body, turning it into a part of himself and making it the source of his power.

However, secrets are always difficult to keep. That unusual breath, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, always leaks out inadvertently.

Eventually, this aura was detected by the Qingque people lurking in the North Sea Empire. They were sensitive to the existence of this power, and they knew that this was not an ordinary power, but came from an ancient and powerful existence.

Meng Jin was thinking, perhaps, the temperament of the King of Cthulhu made the people of the Qingque feel a familiar resonance.

Have they ever come into contact with a similar force?

Or, had their prophets ever predicted that such a power would ever emerge?

Meng Jin didn't know the answer, but he knew that all this was inextricably linked to the mysterious "Holy and Bright Old Testament" they were looking for.

Meng Jin's heart was full of doubts and curiosity, but he knew that now was not the time to explore all this.

He needed to stay calm and alert because he knew that the Green Bird people would not let him go easily.

They will definitely try their best to find out the secret of him, and will even stop at nothing to obtain this power.

Meng Jin took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He knew that he had to come up with a way to deal with this situation.

He couldn't put himself in danger, nor could he let the power of King Cthulhu fall into the hands of others.

He decided that he needed more time to think and find a solution to this problem, so he quietly exited Qingque's memory and returned to the real world.

He stood in the night, looking at the starry sky in the distance, his heart full of determination and confidence. He knew that no matter how great the difficulties and challenges he faced, he would not give up, and he would persist until he found a solution to the problem.

Meng Jin returned to his residence, sat at his desk, and began to think about how to deal with the current situation. He knew that he could not let the Qingque people notice his actions, otherwise he would fall into danger that he could not escape.

He needed to think of a comprehensive plan, one that would allow him to protect his secrets while avoiding arousing the suspicion of the Green Bird people.

He began to think about various possibilities and analyze various situations. He thought of using his influence to make the Green Bird people misunderstand him and make them think that he did not obtain the power of the King of Cthulhu.

He also thought of using other forces in the North Sea Empire to check and balance the power of the Green Bird people so that they could not take action against him.

Meng Jin kept thinking, his mind full of various ideas and plans.

The moonlight shines through the cracks in the window and gently falls on the bed, adding a touch of mystery and poetry to the quiet room.

Meng Jin was lying on the bed, but he was not sleepy at all. His eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see through all the secrets of this world.

He listened quietly to the sounds around him. Apart from the sound of the wind in the distance and the chirping of insects nearby, there seemed to be no other sound in the room.

However, he had an indescribable premonition in his heart, as if something important was about to happen.

So he stood up and walked towards the door. Although his steps were light, they were particularly clear in the quiet night.

Following a slight knock on the door, he slowly opened it.

Outside the door, a pale man stood quietly.

His eyes were deep and concerned, as if he could see through all of Meng Jin's thoughts.

Meng Jin recognized that this was the owner of the inn.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Meng Jin asked, "What's the matter?" The innkeeper smiled and said, "I just came to see if you were okay. This night seems a little unusual, and I'm worried that you might get into trouble."

Meng Jin's heart moved. He knew that he was not mistaken. This innkeeper was not an ordinary person.

He smiled and nodded, saying, "Thank you for your concern. I'm fine."

However, an inexplicable sense of uneasiness arose in his heart.

He knew that the journey ahead would be even more turbulent, and he, Meng Jin, had been drawn into a bigger mystery.

He closed the door again and returned to bed. However, his heart was restless.

He tried to close his eyes to calm the ripples in his heart, but the inexplicable premonition came like a tide, making him unable to calm down.

At this moment, there was another knock on the door. Meng Jin frowned slightly, knowing that this knock was not from the innkeeper.

He quickly stood up, walked to the door and opened it again.

It was pitch black outside the door. Meng Jin couldn't help but frown and looked around vigilantly.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful force attacking him from behind.

He turned around quickly, but only saw a blurry figure disappearing quickly in the darkness.

Meng Jin was shocked. He knew that he had been dragged into a more dangerous situation.

He quickly closed the door, returned to bed, and began to think of a solution.

Just at this time!

Boom boom boom!

The knock on the door rang again!