The Great Dream God

Meng Jin felt his scalp tingling, and was immediately surrounded and blocked by a group of zombies. The scene was like a nightmare, making it impossible to escape.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. We'll find a way to get out!" Meng Jin shouted, his voice full of determination and courage.

"But these are our comrades, how can we..." Tears flashed in Lisa's eyes, and her heart was filled with pity and pain.

"I don't want this to happen, but now they are no longer the people we know." There was a hint of helplessness and sadness in Meng Jin's voice, and his eyes revealed a firm determination, "We must survive to find a solution to the problem."

Meng Jin's heart felt as if it was being ruthlessly crushed by a huge stone, so heavy that he almost suffocated. It was difficult for him to be cruel enough to kill these former subordinates. After all, they had walked hand in hand and gone through countless ups and downs together.

Looking back, they fought side by side in the storm, and experienced countless hardships and difficulties together. In those stormy years, their figures were like firm mountains, standing firm; their wills were like beams of blazing flames, burning endlessly. They worked together to overcome countless difficult levels and resisted countless storms and waves together. The deep friendship has long been as strong as steel and deeply imprinted in each other's hearts.

However, those past memories were like sharp knives, piercing his soul mercilessly, making him fall into the abyss, into endless pain and struggle. Every memory was like a drop of heavy tears, dripping into the depths of his soul, causing endless ripples, making his heart turbulent and unable to calm down for a long time.

However, at this moment, he has fallen into a desperate situation with no way out. He can only rely on his ghostly, erratic and agile body to quickly shuttle through the surging and overwhelming zombies. His figure is as light as a swallow and as agile as the wind, as if he is an elf in the wind, dancing on this battlefield full of death. He accurately avoids the fierce attacks launched by these former soldiers in an ingenious way beyond ordinary people. His movements are smooth and poetic. Every turn and every jump are full of artistic beauty, but also contain endless danger and murderous intent.

"Follow me closely!" Meng Jin said to Xu Xiaofeng and Lisa, his voice firm and powerful.

His figure was erratic and unpredictable, and the zombies' attacks all missed. He was like a dancer in the dark, dancing in the melody of death, showing unparalleled courage and wisdom.

"Wow, Meng Jin, you are so awesome!" Xu Xiaofeng exclaimed, with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

His movements were as smooth as flowing water, as if he was dancing a dance of death. Every movement was full of power and beauty, which made people fall in love with him. However, behind this beauty, there was endless danger and fear.

"Don't be distracted, pay attention to your surroundings!" Meng Jin reminded, his eyes always alert.

He led Xu Xiaofeng and Lisa and quickly ran towards a tall tower. The tower was soaring into the sky, like a stairway leading to the sky. The tower exuded an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, as if telling the vicissitudes of time and the sedimentation of history. The ancient bricks and stones were engraved with traces of time, and each trace seemed to be a story, a piece of history.

"That tower may be our hope." Meng Jin said, his eyes full of anticipation.

The tower towered into the clouds, like a towering mountain, standing tall in this strange and dangerous land. Every brick and stone on the tower seemed to contain endless power, and the ancient and mysterious atmosphere made people feel awe.

"This tower looks so mysterious." Lisa said, her eyes full of curiosity and fear.

"I don't care about that anymore, let's go up first." Meng Jin said, with a hint of firmness in his voice.

At the critical moment, Meng Jin performed a powerful sealing technique. His hands danced like a nimble butterfly. Mysterious runes flew out of his hands, shining like bright stars, and merged into the entrance of the tower. The runes contained powerful power, as if they were the laws of heaven and earth, making people feel an unparalleled majesty and mystery.

"How amazing!" Xu Xiaofeng asked curiously, her eyes full of amazement and confusion.

A low roar sounded, like the roar of an ancient beast, shaking the whole world. The entrance to the tower was firmly sealed, and a barrier shining with mysterious light appeared in front of everyone. The barrier was like a huge mirror, reflecting everything around, making people feel as if they were in an illusory world. The light was dazzling, like a ray of hope, illuminating the darkness in their hearts.

"Success!" Lisa said happily, her voice full of joy and excitement.

The barrier was like a solid wall, isolating them from the dangers of the outside world. The mysterious light made people feel safe and protected, as if it was a gift from God.

"It's safe for now. Let's take a rest first." Meng Jin said, with a hint of fatigue in his voice.

The three of them were panting in the tower, looking at the zombies outside with lingering fear. Their eyes were full of fear and exhaustion, but at the same time, they also revealed a firm belief. They knew that this was only temporary safety, and they had to find a solution to the problem as soon as possible to truly get rid of this nightmare.

Meng Jin stood proudly on the top of a tower that soared into the sky. His figure was as straight as a pine tree, and he looked down at the soldier zombies that were gathering like a surging tide. His frown seemed to carry a heavy weight, and worries and doubts were intertwined in his eyes like silk threads. His deep eyes seemed to penetrate the layers of fog and try their best to explore the truth hidden behind the matter.

"What on earth is the reason for this?" Meng Jin murmured to himself, with a hint of fatigue and confusion that was hard to conceal in his voice. The tone echoed in the empty sky and earth, seeming particularly desolate.

Xu Xiaofeng's face was also as solemn as frost. Her originally beautiful face was now filled with deep worry. Her skin was as white and delicate as mutton-fat jade. Under the cold and gloomy moonlight, it emitted a soft and hazy light, just like the bright moonlight in the night sky falling on the world. However, at this moment, this beauty was obscured by her solemn expression, as if covered by a layer of haze.