The next moment, she took the initiative to walk to the sofa, lay down, closed her eyes, and quickly drifted into sleep.
Twelve drew an invisible strand from Zong Ru's body and then flapped its wings, hovering in the air above her.
In its ocean-blue eyes, light shimmered; where its gaze fell, Zong Ru's body was undergoing a strange transformation, like a transparent vessel, and within the vessel churned a swirling mass of gray-black mist.
Having witnessed countless dreams during Evolution Rituals, Twelve knew well that mist of such color signified that Zong Ru was now in the midst of a nightmare.
It connected their minds, and in the next second, it entered Zong Ru's nightmare.
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"No... don't, don't come any closer!"
Zong Ru screamed, legs flying as she ran wildly down a deserted and lonely street, with two savage figures pursuing her closely from behind.
