The Great Dream God

Sun Yifang's face was now deeply filled with confusion and pain.

The face that was once as strong as a rock now seemed to be tightly entangled by invisible thorny vines. Every texture depicted struggle and pain, and the expression was so distorted that people almost forgot his original appearance.

His eyes, those eyes that were once as deep as stars, were now filled with confusion and fear, like a traveler wandering in an endless foggy forest, unable to find a way out, nor able to break free from the shackles of confusion. He could only grope helplessly in the darkness, looking for that faint ray of hope.

At this moment, a dazzling white light suddenly tore through the chaotic scene, like a flash of lightning in the silent sky in the middle of the night, short and intense, instantly illuminating Sun Yifang's world of pain.

Although the light is strong, it does not hurt the eyes. Instead, it brings a sense of comfort, as if telling him that even in the deepest darkness, there is always light. No matter how confused and scared he is, he should not give up looking for the light that guides the way.

When the white light completely faded away, Sun Yifang woke up from his trance and was shocked to find himself on the freezing cold ground.

His whole body was trembling, his muscles were tense, and he suddenly shook like a wild animal that had been awakened. He struggled frantically and eagerly to stand up.

His heart was like a war drum, beating wildly in his chest. Every beat was accompanied by endless panic and fear of the unknown, as if it wanted to break out of his body and escape from this terrifying situation.

He raised his trembling hands with difficulty and groped in the darkness ahead, trying to find a clue, even a tiny bit of light that could guide him out of this chaos.

His eyes were full of anxiety and expectation, as if he was looking for stars in the dark night, eager to find the possible light of hope.

He took a deep breath and used his firm will to fight the panic in his heart. He took every step carefully because he knew that every step in the darkness would determine his fate.

In this endless darkness, Sun Yifang began a battle with his own fear. He had only one goal, which was to find a way out and see the light again.

In the deep darkness, a figure quietly emerged from the dark corner like a phantom.

This figure seemed so mysterious, like a ghost in the night, spreading silently in the shadows, slowly taking shape in the darkness every minute and every second.

Its outline is vague and strange. Only under the faint, trembling moonlight can one catch a glimpse of that faint shadow, appearing and disappearing from time to time, like the boundary between dreams and reality.

With every step, the figure walked heavily and powerfully, as if stepping on hard stone, and as if stepping on Sun Yifang's nervously beating heart.

The dull echo reverberated in the quiet night, like a heavy hammer, hitting Sun Yifang's nerves hard.

His eyes were fixed on the figure, not daring to move away even a little, for fear that the shadow would disappear into the dark abyss in the blink of an eye.

Fear, like cold tentacles, silently wrapped around Sun Yifang's heart, squeezing it so tightly that he could hardly breathe.

The unknown fear was like a cold mist, filling his surroundings, making his heartbeat echo in his ears, becoming clearer and more frightening. Shrouded in darkness, he could only watch the figure, letting the fear grow wildly in the depths of his heart.

Sun Yifang's heartbeat was as violent as a drum, and every beat reminded him that the figure that was getting closer and closer was like a nightmare in the dark night, pressing closer and closer, leaving him nowhere to escape.

He pressed his back against the cold wall, trying to find a sense of security, but the chill seemed to penetrate his clothes and penetrate his bones, making him tremble even more. He stared at the vague and terrifying outline with wide eyes, as if any slight movement would trigger a disaster.

His throat was closed, and the words "Don't come over" seemed to have exhausted all his strength. The sound echoed in the empty environment, like a lonely wail, swallowed by the ruthless silence.

His steps were stiff, and every step seemed to be against gravity, and every step was challenging his limits. He seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff, with bottomless darkness under his feet. If he was not careful, he would fall into an endless abyss.

The figure ignored his pleas and continued to move forward slowly. Every step was accompanied by the distortion of the air, as if it brought up an invisible storm.

Sun Yifang could feel the weight of that figure, like a mountain pressing down on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe and his blood almost coagulated. His muscles were tense, and every cell was screaming, warning him of the approaching danger.

His vision began to blur, and fear enveloped his world like a thick fog. He could not see the true face of the figure, but could only feel the irresistible oppression.

Deep in his heart, fear spread like wildfire, burning away his sanity, leaving only the instinctive struggle and the desire to survive.

Time seemed to stand still, and every second seemed as long as a century. He could only stand there helplessly, letting the fear overwhelm him. His heart was floating in the ocean of fear, and he didn't know when it would sink completely.

Meng Jin's smile is like the warm sunshine in early spring, gently brushing across the lake and giving people a warm feeling. But upon closer inspection, there is an imperceptible chill hidden in that smile, like frost in winter, cold and deep.

His steps were steady and powerful, and every step he took seemed to beat the drum of people's hearts, making their heartbeats rise and fall, nervous and expectant. He walked slowly towards Sun Yifang, as if he was walking towards an unknown battlefield.

His eyes were as deep as the starry night sky, full of insight, as if he could see through all disguises and lies: "Sun Yifang, you have unspeakable secrets in your heart, so you are full of fear of me. I once doubted whether you broke our oath, but now, I see clearly that you are just a puppet manipulated by others, controlled by the invisible forces hidden in the darkness." His words were like a sharp sword, piercing Sun Yifang's heart.

Suddenly, Meng Jin's body rushed out like a cheetah ready to pounce, and threw a punch directly at Sun Yifang. The force was like thunder, shocking everyone.

The punch hit the target instantly. Under the huge force, Sun Yifang's body was like a fallen leaf blown by the wind, shattered into pieces and scattered into nothingness, forming a surreal and sad picture.

Faced with this strange scene, Meng Jin did not hesitate at all. His figure was like a flash of lightning that cut through the sky and rushed straight into Sun Yifang's torn body.

His target is not Sun Yifang's body, but his soul. He wants to track down this broken soul, go deep into the soul of the mastermind who manipulates all this, and reveal the truth hidden in the darkness.

His determination was firm, his actions were decisive, and his goal was clear, just to lift the fog that shrouded them.