The Great Dream God

On the winding, narrow mountain road, Meng Jin looked solemn as he led a group of people to move forward slowly and carefully. He stood tall, with a firm and alert look in his eyes, as if he was exploring unknown dangers on this quiet mountain road.

"Everyone, be careful. This place is full of evil." Meng Jin's voice was low and serious, echoing in the narrow mountain road, ringing in everyone's heart like a warning bell. His words contained a deep sense of vigilance, which instantly made everyone's nerves tense.

"Captain, this road is too difficult to walk on. When can we get out?" Team member A couldn't help but complain. His face was full of fatigue and helplessness, and his steps seemed a little heavy.

"Stop talking nonsense and leave!" Meng Jin shouted, his voice full of unquestionable authority. He knew very well that in this situation, any hesitation or complaint could bring unexpected dangers.

The setting sun was blood-red, gradually setting in the west, and the warm sunlight receded like a tide, no longer able to shine on these people who were struggling to move forward. At this moment, a strange atmosphere spread like a ghost, cold and oppressive, making people shudder.

"What's that smell?" Team member B covered his mouth and nose, frowning. The smell seemed to come from the abyss, with a smell of decay and death, making people's stomachs churn.

Before they could react, they found that their bodies began to change. Their skin turned pale like frost and snow, losing its vitality and energy. Their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if their souls had been taken away. Their movements were stiff and slow, as if they were controlled by invisible threads.

"What...what's going on?" Team member C looked at his hands in horror, his voice trembling. It seemed as if his hands no longer belonged to him, becoming strange and scary.

"Damn it! We seem to be possessed by evil spirits!" Meng Jin's face changed drastically, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart. He looked around, trying to find the source of this strange phenomenon.

The night was as dark as ink, so thick that it could not be dissolved, like a huge piece of black silk, covering the whole world in a gloomy atmosphere. The figures of the Mengjin team seemed particularly distorted in the darkness, like ghosts in the dark.

"What should we do, Captain? Are we all going to become monsters?" Team member Ding cried, his voice full of fear and despair. His body trembled involuntarily, as if he was resisting the evil force.

"Don't be afraid, everyone calm down! There must be a way to solve it." Meng Jin pretended to be calm. Although his heart was filled with fear, he knew that as the captain, he had to stay calm and bring hope to everyone.

However, their bodies were no longer under their control, as if they were being manipulated by some evil force. Every tiny movement exuded a chilling aura, as if the shadow of death was spreading over them, extinguishing the flames of their lives one by one. Their steps were heavy and slow, as if they were dragging heavy shackles in the darkness, struggling to move forward.

At dawn the next day, the dawn light was like a sharp sword, piercing through the dark darkness with an overwhelming momentum. At the edge of the sky, a brilliant glow came like a tide, dispelling the darkness bit by bit. The light burst out, brilliant and splendid, like a new sun breaking at dawn, bringing endless vitality and hope, sweeping away the haze in the world. The glow was as colorful as brocade, red like fire, orange like amber, yellow like gold, purple like Roland, interweaving together to form a beautiful picture.

"It's dawn..." Team member Wu muttered to himself, his eyes revealing a trace of confusion and fatigue. Although the dawn brought a glimmer of hope, the fear and anxiety in their hearts did not alleviate it.

However, for Mengjin's team, this dawn did not bring any comfort. Instead, it made them see more clearly the horrible situation they were in.

They were horrified to find themselves in a small village with broken walls and ruins, showing signs of decadence and decay. This village seemed to be a corner forgotten by the world, filled with a desolate, sad and bleak atmosphere. The broken walls were like ancient tombstones, quietly telling the glory and vicissitudes of the past. Entering the village, it was like entering a world forgotten by time. The old houses were crumbling, and the walls were covered with traces of time. The criss-crossing and dense cracks were like scars carved by the years, whispering the vicissitudes and sadness of the past. The deserted streets were overgrown with weeds, dusty, and dead silent. The air was filled with a rotten smell, as if it could freeze people's souls, making people tremble involuntarily. The weeds were like crazy demons dancing wildly, growing wantonly, as if they were going to devour this last bit of life.

"Where is this place?" the team member asked tremblingly, his voice sounded particularly abrupt in this quiet village.

"I don't know either, but it feels bad." Meng Jin frowned, his eyes scanning the surroundings, his heart full of confusion and worry.

This village is like a deserted corner that has been ruthlessly abandoned by the long years. It is filled with a desolate, sad and bleak atmosphere. The old house seems to be an abandoned child of the years, crumbling under the erosion of wind and rain. The cracks on the wall spread like spider webs, which are the marks of time and witness the rise and fall of this village. The house is dark and damp, exuding a pungent musty smell. The furniture is incomplete and covered with dust and cobwebs. The musty smell is like an invisible miasma, permeating every corner and making people feel suffocated.

"This place is too scary, let's leave quickly!" said team member Geng, his voice full of fear and anxiety.

"Go? Where can we go?" Meng Jin shook his head helplessly, his eyes revealing a trace of despair. In this unknown and terrifying place, they seemed to have lost their direction and could not find a way out.

Just then, they discovered the villagers in the village.

"Who are you?" Villager A looked at them with dull eyes. His voice was empty and cold, as if it came from another world.

"We...we are just passing by." Team member Xin stammered, his eyes full of fear and anxiety.

However, these villagers, like them, have become lifeless, lifeless walking corpses, struggling to survive in this desolate world. Their eyes are dull, their faces are distorted, and their bodies move stiffly, as if they were puppets without souls. There is no trace of life in those dull eyes, as if they are two bottomless black holes, which makes people shudder.

"What is going on?" team member Ren asked in horror, his voice trembling and his body involuntarily stepping back.

"I'm afraid they've been cursed." Meng Jin's face was gloomy, his heart full of doubts and worries. This curse was like an invisible cage that bound them tightly inside.

The houses in the village are dilapidated and shaky, as if they could collapse at any time. The cracks on the walls spread like spider webs, telling the vicissitudes and ruthlessness of time. The house is dark and damp, exuding a pungent musty smell. The furniture is incomplete and covered with dust and cobwebs. The dust is like a thick veil, covering up the former prosperity and warmth.

"We can't just sit there and wait to die!" Meng Jin gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing firm determination.

"Then what can we do?" asked team member Gui, his voice full of helplessness and confusion.

"There must be a way to lift this curse. We can't give up!" Meng Jin said firmly. His voice was as loud as a bell, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone.

At this moment, Meng Jin suddenly realized what had happened. The curse of Yinyang City was like a dark, gloomy, ghostly nightmare, entangled with them like a shadow, with no sign of reaching the end. The curse was like a dark vortex, entangling their fate and making them unable to extricate themselves.

"It's the curse of Yin Yang City! Whether it's us who turned into zombies at night, or the villagers in this small village in front of us, all of them were cursed by zombies because of us. It's all because of Yin Yang City!" Meng Jin said loudly, his voice echoing in this quiet village like a ray of hope.

The curse was like an invisible and extremely heavy shackle, which, with its powerful and evil force, firmly imprisoned their fate. They were like being trapped in an endless dark abyss, struggling and wandering in this bottomless quagmire. The power of darkness surged like a tide, constantly impacting their hearts and making them feel extremely desperate.