The Great Dream God

In the deep night, the moonlight was like frost, the stars were like dust, and Sun Yifang stood alone, the knife on his waist flickered coldly under the weak firelight. He stood up from the campfire resolutely, and every step he took was firm and powerful, as if he was fighting against invisible fear. The darkness in front of him was like a huge monster, opening up an endless abyss, as if to swallow everything. His pupils, originally as deep black as the night sky, were now burning with a blazing red light, which was determination and anger.

He walked into the darkness fearlessly, pointing directly at the campfire where Meng Jin was. The campfire was weak and swaying, reflecting Meng Jin's peaceful sleeping face, completely unaware of the impending danger. Sun Yifang stood outside Meng Jin's tent, the tip of the knife flashing a dazzling cold light under the moonlight. He did not hesitate or retreat, and the knife stabbed Meng Jin's heart like a storm.

Meng Jin suddenly woke up from a deep sleep, and the scene before him was like a nightmare that he couldn't believe. His body, which was once so strong, was now pierced through the chest by a sharp knife. The cold iron pierced his heart mercilessly, bringing endless pain. He bit his lips tightly, and blood slowly seeped out from the corners of his mouth, staining his white clothes red drop by drop, like a tragic painting, telling the fragility of life.

His eyes were wide open, filled with shock and confusion, as if he was looking for an answer, but he couldn't find a clue. His body was shaking violently, like a fallen leaf swept by the autumn wind, unable to resist the ruthless manipulation of fate. His soul was struggling in fear and pain, but he couldn't escape this cruel reality.

Sun Yifang stood in front of him, the knife in his hand stabbed deep into Meng Jin's heart, his eyes were cold and resolute, without a trace of sympathy or regret. At this moment, his world was only black and white, without moral boundaries, without judgment of right and wrong, only the determination to execute.

There was a dead silence all around them, except for the crackling of the bonfire in the darkness, like a low elegy, silently telling the tragedy. The dancing light and shadow of the flames swayed between the two of them, reflecting the brevity and impermanence of life.

Meng Jin suddenly woke up in chaos. His vision was blurry, but his consciousness was instantly clear. He tried to open his mouth and let out a scream that indicated fear and despair. However, his voice was forcibly suppressed by a hand. It was a strong hand, cold and firm. It belonged to his friend, Sun Yifang. Sun Yifang's eyes were like the abyss at this moment, full of fanaticism and determination. His voice was low and cold: "Meng Jin, you have fallen into the trap! Your death will be the end of the entire team! You are the most difficult opponent in my eyes!"

Sun Yifang's face began to twist under Meng Jin's horrified gaze, and tiny hairs spread like mist, covering his cheeks. His facial features gradually disappeared under the hairs, and in their place was a familiar yet unfamiliar face - Lisa, the woman who always had a sneer on her face. Lisa's face was vividly displayed on Sun Yifang's face, with cunning and coldness flashing in her eyes, and a smile on the corner of her mouth seemed to mock Meng Jin's helplessness.

The pair of eyes that once belonged to Sun Yifang, the pair of eyes that once were full of warmth and kindness, now glowed with a deep and cold light on Lisa's face, like two pupils frozen like obsidian, fixed on Meng Jin motionlessly, as if to penetrate his flesh and see through his every thought and every emotion. Meng Jin's eyes widened, and the horror was like a storm, instantly sweeping away his reason. He couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes. This was a turn that he could never have expected.

In those eyes, he saw a strange coldness and cruelty, which was a trait he had never seen in Sun Yifang, but now it was so vividly imprinted in Lisa's pupils. Lisa's face was vivid in Sun Yifang's body, and her smile was no longer as innocent and friendly as before, but became more and more sharp, like a poisoned sword, piercing Meng Jin's heart, making him so painful that he couldn't breathe.

At this moment, Meng Jin's heart seemed to be a stormy ocean, turbulent and restless. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, and every beat was like being hit by a heavy hammer. He felt that he was pushed into an endless abyss by this sudden change, with nowhere to escape and nowhere to hide. His throat was tightly strangled by invisible shackles, and his voice was blocked deep in his throat, unable to make a sound.

Meng Jin's breathing gradually weakened in the cold night wind until he finally breathed his last, his life extinguished like a candle. Sun Yifang, the partner who once fought side by side with Meng Jin, now had only coldness in his eyes. He swung his knife without hesitation to chop off Meng Jin's head. The cruel scene was particularly dazzling in the moonlight. His target was Wei Yanren, their mutual friend, who was sleeping not far away.

However, at this critical moment, a voice that made Sun Yifang's spine shiver came from behind him, like the whisper of death, piercing the silence of the night. It was Meng Jin, or rather, it was the remaining will of Meng Jin, struggling out of the mud. Although his voice was weak, it was full of ridicule of relief: "Sun Yifang! You coward, you have been manipulated by external evil forces. I finally understand your madness!"

Sun Yifang's body was instantly frozen by an indescribable chill, which penetrated his bones and made every cell in his body tremble. He slowly turned his stiff neck, with a trace of undisguised fear, and his eyes slowly slid behind him. In front of him, the soil seemed to be driven by some mysterious force, and began to surge and twist on the ground, as if performing a silent drama. This silent land seemed to be given life, condensing and taking shape in a strange way, and gradually revealing the figure of Meng Jin.

The friend who shared laughter with Mengjin now slowly rose from the soil, like a ghost crawling out of the dark abyss. His fingers touched his chin lightly, his movements were elegant and calm, which formed a sharp contrast with his empty eyes. Once, those eyes were burning with fiery courage and determination, but now there was only cold indifference and deep ridicule. He looked up at Sun Yifang, and the smile on his lips was faint, but it pierced Sun Yifang's heart like a sword, ruthlessly revealing his ignorance and betrayal.

This smile, like an invisible sword, silently pierced into Sun Yifang's heart, piercing deep into it, leaving him no way to dodge or resist. He stared at Meng Jin, his former best friend who had now become so unfamiliar, as if he were the messenger of death, bringing his regrets about the past and doubts about the future, ruthlessly tearing at Sun Yifang's inner world. His heart spasmed in pain, and every beat was accompanied by sharp pain, as if being pierced by thousands of needles at the same time.