The Great Dream God

"I think, maybe when I fell into the zombie state last night, I had an extremely fierce conflict with another equally crazy zombie." Meng Jin said gritting his teeth, with sparks of anger flashing in his eyes, "And that zombie was like a ferocious beast, it ruthlessly took my hand away!" His description made the atmosphere in the whole room become more solemn, as if the horrific scene was reappearing before their eyes.

"Then what should we do now?" There was a hint of anxiety and uneasiness in Xu Xiaofeng's voice, and her eyes were full of confusion about the future.

"Let's go and find some clues!" Meng Jin said, standing up resolutely. Although his figure was a little thin, he revealed a firm determination. The flame of revenge burned in his eyes, and that flame seemed to be able to illuminate the darkness ahead and lead them to find the truth.

Meng Jin walked towards the door of the room with firm steps. Every step he took seemed to be a declaration of war against fate and a challenge to the unknown danger. Xu Xiaofeng and Lisa followed closely behind him. Although they were filled with fear, they gradually mustered up their courage under Meng Jin's leadership.

With a heart full of anger and helplessness, Meng Jin led Xu Xiaofeng and Lisa with a gloomy face, slowly moving towards the most lively place in Yinyang City - the coffin shop.

Along the way, the three of them were silent, and the atmosphere around them seemed frozen and extremely depressing. The heavy atmosphere was like a thick haze, weighing heavily on everyone's heart, making it almost hard to breathe.

Finally, they arrived outside the coffin shop.

"This... there's no one here!" Xu Xiaofeng looked at the extremely deserted coffin shop and couldn't help muttering to herself. Her voice seemed particularly abrupt in the silent atmosphere, but was quickly swallowed up by the surrounding desolation.

This place is extremely deserted, as if abandoned by the whole world. Looking around, there is hardly a single person in sight. The cold atmosphere is like a lonely city forgotten by the world, filled with an inexplicably oppressive atmosphere. This coffin shop is as quiet as a tomb at this moment, lifeless. The door is closed tightly, like a solid barrier, as if firmly rejecting everything from the outside world. The surrounding streets are empty, with no one around. Only the cold wind whistles wantonly on the empty streets, rolling up pieces of dust, like a sad elegy.

Meng Jin frowned, his eyes revealing a hint of determination. He walked forward without hesitation, raised his right hand, and knocked hard on the door.

"Is anyone there?" Meng Jin shouted loudly. His voice echoed in the silent environment, but he received no response.

However, there was still deathly silence inside, with no sound coming from it.

"Damn it, open the door for me!" Meng Jin roared in frustration and kicked the door hard.

With a creaky sound, the door slowly opened and the three of them walked in cautiously.

Inside the room, the light was dim and filled with an old atmosphere. In the corner of the room, an old man was sitting quietly. He held a sharp razor tightly in his hand and was concentrating on carving the features of the wood carving in his hand. The old man's expression was extremely focused, as if the whole world was left with the wood carving in his hand. His eyes were deep and focused, as if the wood carving contained his entire soul.

"Hey, old man!" Meng Jin shouted, his voice breaking the silence in the room.

However, the old man seemed to have not heard anything, still immersed in his own world, concentrating on carving the wood sculpture in his hands. In his hands, the wood sculpture gradually became lifelike, as if it had life.

"Hey! Old man, didn't you hear me?" Meng Jin walked over impatiently, his footsteps making a dull sound on the ground.

The old man still ignored them, his hand holding the razor steadily, each cut was extremely precise, as if he was performing a sacred ritual. His face looked particularly vicissitudes in the dim light, and the traces of time were crisscrossed like ravines, but his eyes revealed a kind of determination and persistence.

Meng Jin walked up to the old man and stopped. He looked at the wood carving in the old man's hand, and a trace of doubt surged in his heart. What was so special about this wood carving that made the old man so focused?

"Old man, we are talking to you!" Xu Xiaofeng couldn't help but say, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice.

The old man still did not raise his head, his attention was completely focused on the wood carving in his hand. The facial features of the wood carving had gradually become clear, and every detail was handled just right, as if it was a rare treasure.

Lisa stood quietly by, her eyes full of curiosity. She looked at the wood carving in the old man's hands and secretly admired his superb skills.

"Is this old man deaf?" Meng Jin muttered, his patience almost exhausted.

At this moment, the old man finally stopped what he was doing. He slowly raised his head and glanced at Meng Jin and the others, his eyes showing no emotion at all.

"What's the matter?" The old man's voice was low and hoarse, as if coming from far away.

Seeing this, Meng Jin's anger subsided a little. He cleared his throat and said, "We are here to find out something."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something. After a moment, he slowly said, "Go ahead."

Meng Jin took a deep breath and began to explain their purpose. It turned out that they encountered some strange things in Yinyang City and hoped to get some clues from the old man.

The old man listened quietly, his expression did not change at all. After Meng Jin finished speaking, the old man was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Yin Yang City is a mysterious place. The things here are not what you can imagine."

Meng Jin frowned and said, "We know this place is mysterious, but we must find a way to solve it."

The old man sighed softly and said, "Well, since you are so persistent, I will tell you something. But whether it can help you depends on your own luck."

Under the dim candlelight, an old man sat quietly in the corner of the coffin shop. His body was slightly hunched, and the traces of time were like ravines on his face. At this moment, he slowly raised his head, his eyes were like torches, as if they could penetrate the deep darkness, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction that was not easy to detect. He glanced at the people in front of him lightly, and the indifference in his eyes made the people present feel nervous.