Chapter 646 - Chapter 646: Chapter 323 Psychiatrist Twelve_3 (1/2)

Chapter 646: Chapter 323 Psychiatrist Twelve_3

The next moment, she walked to the sofa on her own, lay down, closed her eyes, and quickly fell into a dream.

Twelve pulled an invisible thread from Zong Ru’s body, then flapped its wings and hovered in the air above her.

The light in its sea-blue eyes swirled, and where its gaze landed, Zong Ru’s body underwent a peculiar transformation, becoming like a transparent container, inside which was a rotating mass of gray-black mist.

Having witnessed countless dreams during the Evolution Ritual, Twelve knew very well that such a color of mist signified that Zong Ru was currently experiencing a nightmare.

It connected to her through heartbeats and entered Zong Ru’s nightmare the next moment.

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“No… don’t come near me!”

Zong Ru screamed, sprinting down the empty and quiet street with relentless speed, while two vicious figures closely pursued her from behind.

One of them was already torn apart, and from its ruined body, one could vaguely discern that it was a wolf-type pet beast.

This torn physique had not lost the ability to move in Zong Ru’s dream; every ripped part of its body was filled with fierce claws, giving it numerous feet and rapid movement.

Moreover, mouths full of sharp teeth emitted ferocious and terrifying howls, instilling fear in anyone who heard them.

The other monster was equally dreadful, if not more so.

It was covered in indistinct blood, with bits of entrails and shredded flesh that seemed to come from nowhere, exuding a dreadful stench before it even drew close, making it as terrifying as a devil.

Being chased by such two horrifying monsters, Zong Ru’s expression twisted from sheer terror; she kept running but could not escape the pursuit of the monsters behind her.

A sense of despair spread throughout the dream.

When Twelve appeared in the dream, what it saw was the scene before its eyes.

The figure covered in blood and visceral fragments, though monstrously modified due to the dream’s influence, could still be roughly made out to be the Silver Hair King.

Seeing Zong Ru’s expression of utter fear, Twelve sighed softly, then spread its wings.

The next moment, the entire dream started to fracture like a broken mirror, cracks appearing throughout until it dissolved into countless bubbles and vanished.

As the previous scene dissipated, the surroundings quickly changed.

On the empty streets, blurry figures began to emerge, along with the sounds of hawking and the fragrance of various foods mixing together.

The only clear presence in the field was Zong Ru and the tall Silver Hair King behind her.

The two of them walked down the street, and at this moment, Zong Ru showed no fear of the Silver Hair King, even occasionally chatting cheerfully with it.

Twelve watched all of this quietly.

It knew that all dreams are anchored in real memories, and what it was seeing now were the actual memories entwined with Zong Ru’s nightmare.