The Great Dream God

That bloody light was like the gate of hell being brazenly opened, with the sinful blood flowing out, filled with endless blood and evil, making people shudder.

The monk with the big knife fell to the ground in pain. The dull sound of his body hitting the ground was like the death knell of hell.

"Hmph, this is what happens to you!" Meng Jin said.

His body kept twitching violently, like a fallen leaf devastated by a storm, swaying helplessly, making its last dying struggle.

“Help…save me…” the monk with the big knife shouted weakly.

Every tremor seemed to silently tell of the endless pain and deep regret in his heart. The pain was like a sharp blade, piercing the hearts of everyone present.

After dealing with the monk with the big knife, there was no hesitation or delay in Meng Jin's eyes.

"It's not advisable to stay here for long. We must leave as soon as possible." Meng Jin said to himself.

He knew very well that this was an extremely dangerous place, full of dangers, like an invisible net of death. If he was not careful, he would fall into an abyss of no return.

"I don't want to run into that scary big sword soldier here." Meng Jin frowned, "That guy is not easy to deal with."

So he decisively chose to leave quickly through the back door. His steps were hurried, and his rapid steps seemed particularly lonely and resolute in the dim light.

"Hurry up!" Meng Jin said to himself.

His figure was like a streak of black lightning, streaking through the darkness and moving farther and farther away, as if he wanted to completely break away from this sin-filled place and never look back.

His posture was firm and his steps were steady, and every step was carried out with resolute courage and firm belief.

After arriving at the backyard, a cruel and horrifying scene hit Meng Jin's eyes like a heavy hammer.

"This...what's going on?" Meng Jin was stunned.

The empty space in the backyard was actually filled with the bodies of children lying in a disorderly manner.

"These innocent children..." Meng Jin's voice trembled a little, "Who is so cruel?"

Those young bodies once carried the hope and beauty of life. They were the purest existence in the world, like the morning dew, crystal clear and full of vitality. However, now they lie coldly on this land, becoming victims of sin.

"How abominable!" Meng Jin shouted angrily.

Their eyes, which should have been filled with curiosity about the world and longing for the future, are now filled with only endless fear and despair.

"These beasts!" Meng Jin gritted his teeth, "I will make them pay the price!"

The children's bodies exuded a strong and pungent smell of blood, which was like an evil fog that permeated the air, making people feel sick and almost suffocated.

"This bloody smell..." Meng Jin covered his mouth and nose, "It's simply unbearable."

This bloody smell, like a curse of death, enveloped the entire backyard, making people feel extremely depressed and heavy.

Meng Jin's heart was instantly filled with grief and indignation. His eyes were burning with raging flames of anger. The flames were so hot that they seemed to burn all the evil in the world to ashes and turn it into nothing.

"I swear, I will seek justice for you!" Meng Jin said to the children's bodies.

His heart was filled with pity for these innocent children and hatred for the murderer. His fists were clenched tightly, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood dripped from between his fingers, but he felt no pain at all, because the pain in his heart far exceeded the physical pain.

Among the bodies of so many children, Meng Jin found a child who was different from the others.

"This child..." Meng Jin walked forward and observed him carefully.

It was a blond-haired, blue-eyed child, with a face as delicate as an angel descended to the earth, skin as white as snow, eyes as bright as stars, lips as cherries, and every detail seemed to be a masterpiece carefully carved by God. However, at this moment, it was ruthlessly distorted by pain and fear.

"Poor child..." Meng Jin said softly.

The face that should have been full of innocence and happiness was now covered with traces of tears and fear, which was heartbreaking to see.

Meng Jin thought to himself that this child might be the one that the greatsword soldier wanted to bless, but he didn't expect that he would be cruelly ruined by these heartless monks and become so miserable.

"These people are simply insane!" Meng Jin said angrily.

A strong sense of justice erupted in his heart like a volcano, and he secretly vowed to seek justice for these innocent children and make those who did evil receive the severe punishment they deserve to comfort these lost young souls.

"I will definitely do it!" Meng Jin said firmly.

His eyes were full of firmness and determination, which was a persistent pursuit of justice and a never-compromising attitude towards evil.

Just as Meng Jin was about to turn around and leave, a strange and inexplicable aura quietly spread like a ghost.

"What is this?" Meng Jin said vigilantly.

The breath was eerie and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

An ominous premonition arose in Meng Jin's heart, but he had no time to think about it, because the aura had quickly enveloped the entire backyard.

He had no idea that the monks who had been chopped in half by him had undergone horrifying and terrifying changes that were so terrifying that they made people's souls tremble.

Their bodies were like a dense swarm of wriggling termites, slowly but firmly crawling towards the body of the monk with the big knife.

The monk with the big knife was shaking violently, and every tremor was like his soul screaming in pain. His face was extremely distorted, and he let out a creepy groan of pain. The sound was like a curse from hell, which made people's scalps numb. However, these crazy monks had no scruples at all. They were like being possessed by demons, and they desperately drilled into the monk's body, cruelly hollowing it out bit by bit. The scene was like an extremely evil and blasphemous ritual of horror that was blasphemous to life.

Their movements were slow and mechanical, as if they were controlled by some mysterious force. Their eyes were filled with madness and greed, which made people shudder. Under their erosion, the body of the monk with the big knife gradually became shriveled and twisted, as if it was an empty shell that had been drained of its vitality.

Meng Jin was stunned by the scene in front of him, and his heart was filled with shock and fear. He had never seen such a strange and terrifying scene before, and for a moment he was at a loss. However, he quickly regained his sanity and knew that he had to leave this place as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the fear and disgust in his heart, turned around and ran towards the exit.