The Great Dream God

The moment Meng Jin heard those words, his confusion was like a surging, boundless tide, sweeping over him like a tidal wave. His brows were tightly knitted together, and the wrinkles on his forehead were like a bottomless, unsolvable mystery, weighing heavily on his heart. His eyes were filled with confusion and puzzlement, and the confusion was like a thick fog, making it impossible for him to understand the deep meaning of these people's words.

Those words were like a dense, impenetrable fog that enveloped him tightly, making him feel as if he were in a chaotic world. In this world, he could not find any clues to sort out this confusing situation, and he fell into a deep state of helplessness.

However, the shock he felt was like a surging, boundless sea wave, violently impacting his soul. This shock was not only due to the obscurity of the words, but also from a deep sense of uneasiness and fear. It was a fear of the unknown, a keen premonition of the impending danger, like a devil's claw quietly reaching out from the darkness, which made his back cold.

What was even more terrifying was the corpses. Some of them had hands that looked like extremely sharp and indestructible knives. The shape of the hands was extremely twisted, and the fingers were as hard as steel. They stabbed at their chests at an astonishing speed. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world fell into a dead silence. All that could be heard was the sound of flesh being torn apart. The sound was sharp and piercing, as if the evil spirits in hell were roaring hysterically. The corpse pulled out the bones from its chest with a rough and cruel action that made people unable to bear to watch. The bones flashed a strange light in the weak light. The light was gloomy and cold, as if it was carrying a curse from hell, which made people shudder. Then, the corpse took it in his hand without hesitation, and a crazy look in his eyes revealed that he seemed to intend to use the bones as the sharpest and most deadly blade in the world. The crazy look in his eyes was terrifying.

Other corpses took off their left hands without hesitation. The action was quick and clear, without any hesitation or mercy. It was as if this hand was worthless to them, like an item that could be thrown away at will. The right hand tightly grasped the left hand, and the force was so strong that it seemed as if the hand was completely crushed and turned into dust. They rushed forward quickly and powerfully like infantrymen wielding iron bones. Each step was carried with a resolute momentum, as if they were messengers from hell, who wanted to destroy everything in the world. The ground seemed to tremble slightly under their feet, making a dull sound, as if the earth was groaning in pain, and the sound made people's hearts tremble involuntarily.

Meng Jin struggled to stand up from the ground in a messy manner. His clothes were already covered with dust and blood, and looked particularly messy. The dust seemed to be a thick layer of shackles, tightly binding his body, making every movement of his extremely difficult; and the blood was like a blooming red lotus, blooming on his clothes, shocking. A trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the blood was like a thin red line, slowly sliding down his chin. It condensed into a drop at his chin, and then dripped heavily onto the ground, making a slight sound. The sound seemed particularly clear in this silent environment, as if life was breathing hard.

He looked cold, like an iceberg, difficult to approach. However, his eyes revealed an unyielding will, a persistence in life, a fight against fate. He said in a resolute tone: "You guys are trying to take my life, but it's not that easy!" There was a firm belief in his words, as if he was issuing the strongest challenge to fate, showing his unyielding spirit. The firm eyes and resolute tone made people feel the powerful strength in his heart.

After saying that, Meng Jin raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. His movements were a little difficult, as if every movement required him to exert a lot of strength. But his eyes were full of determination, a determination that he would not back down no matter what difficulties he faced. He tried to draw the sword at his waist, which was his last hope and his only support in this desperate situation. But at this moment, the scar on his shoulder suddenly felt a burning pain, and the pain spread rapidly like a blazing flame, as if it was going to devour his entire body.

His body trembled involuntarily, and the trembling was so violent that it seemed as if his body was no longer under his control. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the beads of sweat kept rolling down like pearls that had broken off the string, dripping onto the ground and disappearing in an instant. Meng Jin clenched his teeth tightly, and the sound of his teeth chattering was particularly harsh in this silent environment. The muscles on his face were twisted in pain, revealing an extremely hideous look, as if he had turned into a demon from hell, enduring endless torture.

The pain seemed like an invisible hand, tightly strangling his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He couldn't help but take a step back, but he stumbled, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground. The dust on the ground flew up, forming a thick cloud of smoke, which made him cough non-stop. The cough was like thunder, echoing in this empty place, breaking the original silence.

The pain surged from the depths of his soul, nearly suffocating him. He felt as if his body was being torn into countless pieces by the pain, and every cell was groaning in pain, as if sending him a final distress signal. His eyes were filled with despair and fear, as if he had seen the shadow of death approaching him step by step.

These corpses walked forward with heavy steps, step by step. Their footsteps were like the bells of death, each step was heavy and oppressive, making people feel terrified. They raised the strange weapons in their hands high, and their eyes revealed a cruel breath, which was like a cold wind, blowing through people's hearts and making people shudder. They pounced forward like evil wolves, and the scene was like a picture of hell, horrible and bloody, making people shudder.

Meng Jin watched this scene with his own eyes, thinking that it was not good. His eyes were filled with despair and fear. He felt that he was about to fall into a desperate situation, as if he had seen the shadow of death approaching him step by step. The shadow was like a huge mountain, pressing him so hard that he could hardly breathe.

At this critical moment, a red figure suddenly appeared in front of him like lightning. The figure was as fast as the wind and instantly protected him behind him.