The Great Dream God

Wei Yanren was stroking his forehead gently at this moment, his eyes flashing with a deep and subtle confusion, as if he was exploring an endless universe.

His words were low and long, like a monologue poem, which was both a confession of his own soul and a quiet inquiry to the world around him: "Last night's dream seemed like a fantastic journey across time and space, and I was led back to those dusty times."

Those distant memories are like old photos that have been gently touched by the hands of time. Although the edges are worn and the colors have faded, the unforgettable feeling is still vivid.

They revived one by one in Wei Yanren's dreams, and each scene was like a silent black-and-white movie, full of heaviness and sadness, which made people feel a chill in their hearts.

Those past events that he once thought had been washed away without a trace by the torrent of time now came flooding back like a tide, so clear that they were almost within reach.

The pains and joys of the past are like murals carved on the walls of the heart, which have never been worn away over the years.

Meng Jin nodded slightly, his eyes flashing with a sharp insight into the world. He spoke slowly, his tone steady, as if every word left an echo in the air: "Wei Yanren, your current state is a reflection of the fear deep in your heart. It is hidden in your daily life in the form of excitement. Your eyes and your behavior all reveal this excessive tension, just like a piano with too tight strings, which may break at any time."

He extended his broad palm and gently placed it on Wei Yanren's shoulder. The force was full of care and warning: "This excitement is like a raging fire, burning your energy and depleting your vitality. Not only can it not help you face difficulties, but it will erode your physical and mental health and make you fall into deeper troubles. I hope you can find inner peace, like a quiet lake, which can maintain its tranquility even in the stormy weather."

Meng Jin's words are like poetry and painting, and every word is full of deep meaning, which makes people ponder. He continued: "Anxiety is like a phantom in the dark night. Only when you learn to be calm can you dispel its shroud. Let go of those unnecessary worries and let your mind return to nature. You will find that life is not as terrible as you imagined. Facing it bravely instead of escaping is the real power."

Wei Yanren seemed extremely troubled. After hearing this, it seemed as if an invisible pressure suddenly pressed on his heart, causing him to unconsciously cover his forehead with his hands, as if this could withstand the pain that was coming.

His body trembled slightly and as he lowered his head, an inaudible sob escaped from the depth of his throat. The sound echoed in the quiet air like a sad monologue.

Meng Jin, standing aside, watching this scene, just shook his head helplessly, his eyes revealing deep sympathy and understanding, but unable to provide any substantial comfort.

Their conversation floated in the air like a series of unsolvable mysteries.

On the other side, Sun Yifang and Zhang Duanyin walked side by side. Their steps were steady, but they could not hide the turmoil in their hearts.

Sun Yifang's thoughts were drawn by Meng Jin's words. He thought to himself, "Meng Jin, this seemingly rough but wise man, seems to have an extraordinary understanding of dreams and can even see into the secrets of people's hearts. My mood these past few days has been turbulent like the surface of a lake blown by the wind, especially the strange dream last night. It was so weird. Should I seek an answer from him?"

His eyes flickered with hesitation, and the doubts in his heart were like a tangled mess that needed to be solved urgently.

As for Zhang Duanyin, his eyes appeared firm. Although he was also troubled by the nightmare of last night, he chose to bury this fear deep down.

He knew that showing his weakness would be seen as a sign of mental weakness, which was definitely not the image he wanted to be seen by others. "Meng Jin's words, although sharp, also hit the heart," he said to himself, "I don't want people to think that I am the kind of person who is easily trapped by nightmares. That kind of fragile image is definitely not the self I want to create."

The corner of his mouth was raised into a resolute smile, and that tenacity seemed to announce his strength to the world.

The procession of one hundred charioteers, like a long winding snake, slowly wriggles in the sands of time. Their steps are firm and fearless, as if they are pursuing a forgotten secret.

Leading the way was Wei Yanren, his eyes as deep as the night, and every step he took was solid and powerful. Even though the scene ahead gradually emerged - a lonely house standing on the edge of the skyline, he did not waver at all, as if it was just an ordinary landmark on the journey.

Around the house, white mist lingered like a veil, dancing in the breeze, yet exuding a strange tranquility.

Meng Jin's furrowed brows were like the wrinkles of the mountains. He stared at the mysterious mist, feeling uneasy in his heart.

The mist seemed to have life. It swirled around the house, as if guarding an unspeakable secret or warning intruders.

Sun Yifang faced all this with an arrogant attitude. His head was held high almost touching the sky. Every step was carried out with unyielding pride. He stepped into the mist without hesitation, as if he was an invincible warrior and no one could shake his determination.

His figure was looming in the mist, as if challenging the fear of the unknown.

Zhang Duanyin stopped where he was, his brows twisted into a question mark, his eyes fixed on Meng Jin. He saw Meng Jin standing in front of the house with a gloomy and heavy expression on his face.

His doubts spread like ripples on the surface of a lake, silently questioning the vanguard of the team.

"Mengjin," Zhang Duanyin's voice echoed in the air like a stone thrown into a calm lake, "what happened?" His words were full of concern, trying to penetrate Mengjin's silence and reveal the truth hidden beneath the fog.

However, Meng Jin just retracted his gaze, shook his head slightly, and replied: "It's okay, brother, I'm just a little confused."

His voice was low, like the wind in the night, with a hint of unspeakable heaviness.

Although his words seemed plain, his deep eyes revealed his vigilance against the unknown and his readiness for challenges.

In a dim and mysterious room, a little girl sat in front of an old wooden table. Her slender fingers tightly grasped an embroidery needle that shone with cold light, and she was stabbing a rag doll covered with traces of time.

Every time the needle pierced the fabric, it would bring out a trickle of bright red blood, as if there was real flesh and blood hidden beneath the doll's skin.

There was a gleam of innocence in the little girl's eyes. She raised a sweet smile and asked softly, "Does it hurt when you get pricked by a needle?" Her voice was like a silver bell in the night wind, clear yet cold.

Beside, another woman stood, with a slender figure and mature temperament. In her hand was a unique wine glass with a human head. The red wine in the glass was as deep as blood, reflecting her deep eyes.

She took a sip, and her deep voice echoed in the air: "Lisa, outside the world, the human ocean is vast and boundless, and those riders are our prey. We can't wait any longer, it's time to act!" Her voice was like a whisper under the night sky, with a hint of temptation and danger.

The little girl Lisa raised her head and looked at her sister named Ellie. Her pupils reflected the reflection of her sister and she responded calmly: "My dear sister, your impatience makes me a little worried. These people are just targets in our hunting game, but what we need is a calm mind. Especially in the upcoming hunt, staying calm is the key to victory. Remember, it should be the prey that is impatient, not the hunter. We are the masters of hunting and the dancers of the dark night, Ellie."

After she finished speaking, her smile became even deeper, like a valley under the moonlight, mysterious and charming.