The Great Dream God

In this dim coffin shop, the old man looked particularly lonely and mysterious. He was immersed in his own world, as if nothing in the outside world could disturb him.

Stepping into the slightly old door of the coffin shop, Meng Jin's sharp eyes quickly scanned the surroundings. The coffin shop was filled with a strong old smell, the smell of rotten wood mixed with a faint herbal fragrance, like an invisible net, tightly enveloping people, making people feel depressed.

The flame of the oil lamp hanging on the wall flickered faintly, as if it was a life struggling hard in this gloomy atmosphere. The flame was swaying, casting strange shadows, making the whole coffin shop look even more gloomy and terrifying. The shadows on the wall kept changing shape as the flames jumped, just like a group of ghosts dancing silently, which was creepy.

Meng Jin took a deep breath and forcefully opened the lid of a coffin. Instantly, a cold breath rushed towards him like an ice blade, making him shudder. The zombie in the coffin slowly opened his eyes. There was no life in his eyes, only a blank look, as if they were two bottomless black holes, swallowing up all life.

The zombie's face was twisted and terrifying. His skin was pale as frost, covered with black spots and lines, like an ancient totem, telling of endless pain and despair. His lips were dry and black, as if he had not drunk water for a long time. As he opened and closed slightly, he seemed to be telling something. His hair was scattered on his face, covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of empty eyes. There was no emotion in those eyes, only endless darkness and indifference, making people dare not look at them.

The zombie slowly stood up from the coffin, his movements stiff and slow. His body seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and he mechanically walked in one direction. Meng Jin showed a surprised look on his face, and he quickly winked at his two companions, signaling them to follow. In this way, under the guidance of this terrifying zombie, they followed carefully.

As Meng Jin walked, he observed the surroundings vigilantly. The atmosphere in the coffin shop became more and more weird, and the old smell seemed to become stronger, making it almost hard to breathe.

"Where is this zombie taking us?" one of Meng Jin's companions couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Meng Jin frowned and answered in a low voice: "I don't know, but since I'm following him, let's see what happens."

They groped forward in the darkness, and their footsteps echoed in the silent coffin shop, sounding particularly clear.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally arrived at a room filled with a pungent smell and the walls were covered with strange symbols and patterns.

The zombie stopped in a corner of the room, then slowly raised his hand and pointed at a shabby cabinet.

Meng Jin walked over, opened the cabinet, and found a box inside. He opened the box, and a beam of light instantly illuminated the entire room. It turned out that the box contained his lost arm.

When the missing limb was tightly connected to the body again, Meng Jin's heart was instantly filled with joy. The familiar feeling returned, making him feel like he was reborn.

"Great! We finally found it!" Meng Jin said excitedly.

His two companions also smiled with satisfaction.

At this time, the zombie slowly spoke in a hoarse and low voice: "This is what you deserve. We were originally travelers who came to Yin Yang City with great hope. However, due to our long-term inability to solve the mysterious and strange curse of Yin Yang City, we were eventually helpless and completely transformed into pure zombies. That's why I took your arm away last night. I can still be rational and calm during the day, but I can't calm down at all at night, just like a mad dog!"

Hearing this, Meng Jin couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of helplessness. He looked at the zombies trapped in the curse, his eyes revealing a firm determination: "I will not let myself fall into such a fate, I will definitely find a way to free myself."

After saying that, Meng Jin and his two companions prepared to leave the coffin shop filled with the smell of decay.

Just as they reached the door, the old wooden sculpture who had been silent all this time suddenly raised his head. His eyes were as sharp as a sword, as if they could penetrate all the fog, and he stared at Meng Jin closely.

The look in his eyes seemed to contain endless secrets, making people shudder. He spoke slowly, his voice coming from the depths of hell: "I see that you seem to have the parchment scroll on you."

Meng Jin was shocked, as if a huge rock had been thrown into a lake that was originally as calm as a mirror, and ripples appeared immediately. His heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. However, his face remained calm and he denied it flatly: "I didn't."

The old woodcarver sneered, "Young man, do you think you can hide this from me?"

Meng Jin pretended to be calm: "I don't know what you are talking about."

The old woodcarver stood up and slowly walked towards Meng Jin: "That sheepskin scroll is not an ordinary thing. It is related to the secret of Yinyang City. Do you think you can take it away easily?"

Meng Jin's palms began to sweat, but he still said firmly: "I really don't have any parchment scroll."

The old woodcarver stopped and stared at Meng Jin for a while, then said, "Well, be careful. If you are not careful in this world, you will fall into an irretrievable situation."

After saying this, the old woodcarver returned to his original position and lowered his head again, as if nothing had happened.

The old woodcarver's eyes, which were full of vicissitudes, seemed to have seen through Meng Jin's lies thoroughly. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and that smile seemed to contain infinite depth, as deep as the vast universe, making it difficult to grasp its true meaning. He slowly opened his lips, his voice low and magnetic: "Young man, I know that you came here to find a way to break the curse. In this case, we might as well make a deal. You help me complete a few things, and when everything is ready, I will introduce you to my best friend, and let him remove the curse that is like a maggot on your tarsal bone for you."

Meng Jin's heart was like being eaten by thousands of ants, filled with thousands of reluctances. However, in this cage-like predicament, he seemed like a lonely boat lost in the vast ocean, and it seemed that he really could not find a more ideal way out. There was a trace of helplessness and determination in his eyes, and he looked as if he had already embarked on a dangerous road full of thorns and fog. He gritted his teeth and finally agreed reluctantly.