The Great Dream God

Lisa's expression was as cold as ice. Her indifferent eyes were fixed on Zhang Duanyin who was walking away. Every word she said seemed to be tempered from ice and snow. "You can't so carelessly confuse the legendary gods with demons, Zhang Duanyin. That kind of blasphemy is a contempt and ignorance for the sacred." Her voice was calm but powerful, and every word struck Zhang Duanyin's heart heavily.

"The gods in mythology are symbols of faith and beacons of hope. They carry people's expectations and awe. Their power is incomparable to that of monsters, and their existence is beyond the comprehension of mortals." Lisa's eyes were as deep as the night, as if she could see through everything. "You belittle them so easily. Not only are you disrespectful to them, but you are also trampling on the feelings of those devout believers. Every legend has its profound connotations and historical imprints. You shouldn't take it lightly."

Zhang Duanyin paused, with his back to Lisa, he could feel the reproach and instruction in her cold eyes. He began to reflect on his words and deeds, whether he had really touched the inviolable sacredness. Lisa's words, like a flash of lightning, illuminated the fog in his heart, and made him realize that awe of the unknown is the attitude that people should have.

Zhang Duanyin's steps were panic and resolute, and every step seemed to be on thin ice. His face was as pale as paper, and fear was spreading wildly in his pupils, as if an invisible beast was devouring his courage. His back was pressed against the wall, trying to find a safe refuge, but there was only cold bricks and endless despair around him.

At this tense moment, Sun Yifang leaped out of the shadows like a cheetah, and the sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed. It was a sharp lightning that pierced people's hearts. His eyes were firm, without any hesitation. The sword was like an extension of his will, pointing at the target without hesitation - Zhang Duanyin.

Zhang Duanyin's heartbeat almost stopped at that moment. He couldn't believe the fact in front of him. The sword was like the sickle of the god of death, ruthlessly cutting through his fantasy. His clothes on his chest were torn in an instant, and blood bloomed like flowers. Pain and fear intertwined on his face, and his body trembled uncontrollably, as if resisting this unacceptable reality.

He turned his head with difficulty, his eyes full of confusion and shock, looking at Sun Yifang, whom he had tried hard to please and regarded as a friend. Their eyes collided in the air, and Zhang Duanyin no longer saw the former friendliness, but cold determination. At that moment, he knew that the bridge between them had been completely cut off, leaving only the sword that pierced his chest as the only connection between them.

The air froze and time seemed to stand still. Only Zhang Duanyin's breathing echoed in the empty room, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain.

Zhang Duanyin's body was shaking, and bright red blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, like a thin red line depicting his shock and despair at the moment. His eyes were full of confusion, staring at the person in front of him in disbelief, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his lungs, "Why...why did you kill me?" This sentence, like the sound of a bell in the middle of the night, echoed in this silent space, breaking the original calm. The air seemed to solidify at this moment, the surrounding atmosphere became oppressive and heavy, and every movement was magnified by this question.

Sun Yifang's face was livid, and his pupils were burning with rage, as if they could melt everything. He spoke each word slowly, as if he had used up all his strength. "You are simply a pagan, a lunatic who has strayed from the right path!" His voice reverberated in the air, and each word hit people's hearts like a heavy hammer. His accusatory tone was full of defense of faith and deep contempt for the other party's behavior, as if the other party's behavior was the deepest insult to the sacred and inviolable gods. "Blasphemy, what a sin! Do you know what kind of divine punishment your ignorance and presumption will bring?" Sun Yifang's eyes were as sharp as a knife, piercing the other party's soul. The power of anger almost materialized, permeating between them, suffocating people.

Wei Yanren's emotions were like a volcanic eruption, anger roiling in his chest, every roar shook the air, his face was ashen, his eyes were red as if burning with rage. "Sun Yifang! You treacherous villain!" His words were filled with uncontrollable anger and disappointment, and every word was like a sharp stone, smashing hard at the person opposite.

He waved his arms vigorously, his sleeves rustling in the wind, and he seemed to be lifted up by endless anger. He stomped his feet on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. His voice echoed in the open space, startling the birds and shaking the surrounding woods. "We made a promise together, to share hardships and advance and retreat together. How could you, how dare you betray our friendship?!"

In Wei Yanren's heart, the laughter and years they had shared together had now turned into sharp thorns, piercing deep into his heart. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, as if he wanted to crush all the pain of betrayal. "I'm going to fight you!" He roared, his eyes flashing with not only anger, but also determination, a determination to take revenge at all costs.

Zhang Duanyin collapsed powerlessly on the cold ground, his body trembling, as if he was about to fall in the cold winter wind. His face was as pale as paper, with a startling scarlet at the corner of his mouth. Another mouthful of blood spilled from his clenched teeth and sprinkled on his clothes, like a withered red plum, sad and tragic. In his eyes, there flashed a trace of unwillingness, a trace of struggle, and more of a persistence in life. The trace of blood, like the last color in his tenacious life, foreshadowed this silent struggle. The air solidified, and time seemed particularly heavy at this moment. Only the whistling of the wind in the distance and his faint breathing nearby could be heard.

In the thick fog, Zhang Duanyin's life was extinguished like a candle, and his last breath disappeared in the cold air.

This sudden death caught everyone off guard, especially Lisa. She stood at the edge of the fog, and what rang in her ears was not mourning, but waves of terrified howls, like the howling of wolves in the middle of the night, piercing the silent fog.

Those young charioteers, who were usually full of vigor and vitality, had lost their former pride at this moment.

They did not choose to stand up. Faced with the fear of the unknown, they chose to escape, like a group of frightened sheep, running away in all directions in an instant.

When their companions fell, they did not help them but turned and ran away without hesitation. The scene was chilling.

Their footsteps echoed in the fog, interweaving with the howling sounds into a symphony of despair.

Lisa watched this scene with mixed feelings. She understood their fear, but at the same time she felt sad for their cowardice.

This thick fog not only blurred the vision, but also confused people's minds.