The Great Dream God

Meng Jin stood quietly at the gate of Yinyang City, looking at the ancient city walls and the flags flying on the city towers, feeling filled with emotion.

"General, are we really leaving now?" a subordinate couldn't help but ask.

Meng Jin turned his head and looked at his subordinates, his eyes revealing determination: "This matter has already calmed down like the slowly falling dust. We have stayed here long enough, it's time to move on."

"But this Yin Yang City is full of mysterious atmosphere. If we just leave like this, will we miss something?" Another subordinate expressed his concern.

Meng Jin smiled slightly and said: "Although Yinyang City is mysterious, our mission lies ahead. We cannot be bound by the mystery here and forget our goal."

Everyone fell into a brief silence, they knew that Meng Jin's decision was well considered.

"Alright, brothers!" Meng Jin shouted, "We must resolutely leave here and head towards the eastern sky! There is our hope and our future!"

"Yes!" The subordinates responded in unison, their voices resounding through the sky.

Meng Jin turned around and looked towards Yinyang City again, and said silently in his heart: "Yinyang City, maybe one day I will come back again, but now, I must move forward."

Then, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"

Meng Jin led his subordinates and left Yinyang City with firm steps. Along the way, they were silent, their hearts full of expectations and uneasiness about the future.

Meng Jin led his men, slowly moving forward on the winding, rugged road, and every step seemed so difficult. Their footsteps were as heavy as lead, as slow as if they were carrying a heavy burden, and every step seemed to carry endless fatigue and hardship. When they were halfway along the road, a dark night like an inky black hand silently enveloped the earth, plunging the whole world into a gloomy darkness.

"This night is so quiet that it makes me feel creepy." A soldier said softly, his voice seemed particularly abrupt in this deadly silence, as if a stone was thrown into a mirror-like lake, stirring up circles of tiny ripples. The voice contained an unspeakable fear, which was particularly clear in this quiet night.

"Yeah, I feel something is wrong." Another soldier echoed, his eyes revealing a trace of uneasiness, that is the fear of the unknown quietly spreading. His eyes wandered in the darkness, as if looking for a glimmer of hope, but the darkness was like a huge black hole, swallowing up his hope bit by bit.

Meng Jin frowned, and a sense of uneasiness rose in his heart. His eyes wandered in the darkness, trying to find a possible clue. His eyes were deep and solemn, as if he wanted to penetrate the endless darkness and find the truth hidden in the depths of darkness. At this moment, a strange atmosphere began to spread rapidly in the team like a plague.

"Do you feel... something strange?" A trembling voice broke the silence. The voice contained endless fear, as if it was a desperate cry from the depths of the soul. The voice echoed in the darkness, making everyone feel cold.

Everyone stopped walking, fear in their eyes. Their eyes became dull and their bodies became stiff, as if they were restrained by an invisible force. Gradually, they became like soulless zombies without thoughts. Their movements were mechanical and stiff, as if they were controlled by a mysterious force.

"What...what's going on?" Meng Jin looked at his subordinates in horror, his voice trembling as he tried to wake them up, but it was all in vain. His eyes were filled with despair and helplessness, as if he was in an endless dark abyss, unable to find a glimmer of light and hope.

"General, we... we can't seem to control ourselves..." a subordinate said with difficulty, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of pain and struggle. His eyes were full of fear and despair, as if he was asking Meng Jin for help.

That night, the moonlight was like water, and the soft moonlight sprinkled on them like a veil. However, this moonlight could not illuminate their gradually lost souls. The moonlight seemed to be infected by this weird atmosphere, becoming pale and cold, like a sharp sword, piercing their hearts. The moonlight sprinkled on their faces, reflecting their pale faces and empty eyes, making them look even more terrifying and weird.

"What happened? We clearly left Yinyang City," Meng Jin muttered to himself, his eyes full of doubt and fear. His voice echoed in the silent night, sounding particularly desolate. His heart was filled with countless questions, but he could not find any answers.

"Maybe... the curse that Yin Yang City brought to us just now... still exists on us!" A desperate voice sounded in the team, and that voice was like a death knell, beating everyone's heart. This voice filled everyone's heart with fear and despair, as if their fate had been determined.

"Everyone calm down!" Meng Jin shouted loudly, his voice full of determination, trying to boost morale. However, at this time, they were already in deep fear and despair, as if they were controlled by an invisible force and could not break free. His voice echoed in the darkness, but it could not dispel the fear and despair that filled the air.

"What should we do?" The soldiers began to panic, their voices filled with fear and helplessness. Their eyes wandered around in the darkness, as if looking for a glimmer of hope. Their hearts were filled with fear and anxiety, not knowing what their fate would be.

Meng Jin tried to calm himself down. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his heart. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He knew that he had to find a solution to the problem. However, as he was thinking hard, he found that his body began to change. His movements became more and more rigid, and his thinking became more and more sluggish. He was horrified to find that he was gradually turning into a zombie.

He tried to struggle, tried to resist, but it was all in vain. His body was no longer under his control, and his soul seemed to have been taken away. He looked at his men, his heart filled with endless pain and despair. He knew that they had fallen into an inescapable trap, an abyss filled with fear and despair.