The Great Dream God

In the quiet night, Da Hu suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, as if he was suddenly pulled out of his dream by an invisible fear. His eyes flickered in the darkness, like cat eyes soaked in the night, full of confusion and anxiety. His forehead, like a window after rain, was covered with fine cold sweat, dripping down his cheeks and soaking the pillow.

He subconsciously covered his heart, which was beating as violently as a war drum, and every beat seemed to ring the death knell of doomsday. Bang, bang, bang, the sound echoed in the silent room, seeming particularly harsh. Da Hu stared at his shaking hands with wide eyes, which looked pale and weak in the moonlight, as if silently telling the truth of fear.

He frowned, a puzzled look deeply engraved on his face, like a portrait surrounded by darkness. He tried to recall the dream just now, but the memory was like broken glass, stinging his mind, but he couldn't piece together a complete picture. His throat tightened, and every breath was accompanied by a heavy gasp, as if he was silently fighting against this boundless fear.

"What happened?" He asked himself in a low voice, his voice echoing in the empty room, sounding particularly lonely and helpless. Da Hu's eyes wandered in the darkness, trying to find a clue to explain this sudden panic. However, there was only silence all around, and only that madly beating heart, like a ruthless prophet, foreshadowing the unknown terror that was about to come.

He forced himself to sit up, but his body was shaking slightly from nervousness.

Dahu sat quietly under the dim light, his eyes fixed on the complex lines on his hands, as if they were not marks on the skin, but the blueprint of fate, hiding endless secrets. His thoughts seemed to be led by the lines, through the mist of time, deep into a deep and unknown world. Every tiny line was telling an unspeakable story, evoking his doubts about the past, present and future.

He was immersed in his own world, unaware of the passage of time, until a sharp voice brought him back to reality. His wife, with a hint of confusion and dissatisfaction in her eyes, broke the silence of the night. "Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night? What are you thinking about?" There was a hint of blame and worry in her words, "Do you want to turn over the table? Are you worried about something?" Her voice echoed in the empty room, adding a bit of tension to the quiet night. Da Hu raised his head and looked at her worried face. Her eyes reflected his confusion and struggle like a mirror, which made him tremble in his heart. He realized that his contemplation had caused his family's anxiety, and he had to face this reality.

Hearing this, Da Hu immediately put away all the displeasure on his face, and replaced it with an extremely attentive smile, as warm as a spring breeze. "No, dear, I just had a nightmare and woke up in shock. How dare I turn the table over in front of you? You know I respect you the most." His words were as soft as feathers, for fear of touching any taboos.

His heart was beating like a drum, and the horrifying dream echoed in his mind. The scene in the dream was too real, and he could not distinguish the boundary between reality and illusion. He clearly remembered that he seemed to be in darkness, and a pair of invisible claws were ready to move in the shadows, ready to tear his world apart at any time.

The owner of these huge claws is the "bedmate" lying next to him at this moment. Thinking of this, Da Hu felt a chill in his spine, penetrating his bones. He knew that this was not an ordinary woman, but a hidden devil. Her smile was sweet, but her eyes were as cold as ice. Once she was angered, the consequences would be disastrous. Every night, he spent his time in fear, praying that this was just a dream, but every time he woke up, the devil was still lying next to him, watching him quietly, as if waiting for every mistake he made.

Cui Er, his wife, nodded gently, as if responding to an invisible call in her dream, and then fell into a deep sleep. Her breathing was steady and deep, like a peaceful nocturne. The moonlight sprinkled on her sleeping face, adding a bit of mystery. Da Hu looked at her, full of confusion. Was the vision just now an illusion or a sign? He shook his head, trying to dispel this trouble.

He also turned his head to look out the window. The night was dark, and only the lights in the distance were swaying in the wind, like prying eyes, making him uneasy. The window was like a mirror, reflecting his inner doubts and confusion. Da Hu frowned. The strange dream made him uneasy, and a fear about the unknown quietly crept into his heart. An owl screamed on the branch, and the sound pierced the silence of the night and made his back cold.

He sighed and decided not to think about the weird dream anymore. Perhaps it was just a meaningless night fantasy, or perhaps the stress of daytime chores found an outlet in the dream. Dahu closed his eyes, forced himself to immerse himself in the darkness, and let his tired body lead him into sleep. In this world full of mysteries, only sleep can bring him peace temporarily.

……

Meng Jin and Wei Yanren rode their horses side by side, galloping north along a long and straight path. Their horses galloped like lightning across the boundless plains, and the dust they raised seemed to tell endless stories. Meng Jin, his eyes retracted from the distant horizon and fell on the mysterious shadow jade in his hand, with a thoughtful smile on his lips. This warm jade carried all the strange experiences of the strange couple he had just encountered at the post station - those unspeakable strange things, those whispers in the middle of the night, and the mysteries hidden in the eyes of the couple, all of which were cleverly engraved in the texture of the jade.

However, Wei Yanren knew nothing about this. He looked forward firmly, with only the expectation of the unknown journey and the trust in his friends in his heart. He had not noticed the secret in Meng Jin's hand. The shadow jade that recorded the thrilling story was like an invisible guardian, quietly accompanying them through this vast and mysterious land. Their journey was full of unknowns, and every hoofbeat was beating the prelude of tension and horror. The shadow jade in Meng Jin's hand was like a witness to their adventure, silently recording this creepy journey.

When Meng Jin and his tenacious team stepped into the prosperous Kyoto, a tense atmosphere enveloped them. Although this ancient city is bustling, it hides endless secrets and unknown dangers. They have no time to appreciate the prosperity of the streets, and have only one goal in mind-deliver the goods as soon as possible.

What they carried was not ordinary cargo, but a box of mysterious fish, which flashed strange light in the dark, as if they had life. They had escorted these fish from a distant border town through untold hardships, and every step was carefully taken, fearing that the slightest mistake would bring disaster.

Finally, they arrived at their destination, a government office hidden deep in the alleys. The mottled copper rings on the quaint wooden door had witnessed countless stories. They carefully handed the box to the official who had been waiting there for a long time. The official's eyes revealed a trace of awe and fear. After the handover, Meng Jin and his teammates dared to breathe a sigh of relief, as if they had just woken up from a thrilling dream.