"Did it elicit a reaction from the cabinet?"
Brother Chong's eyebrows raised slightly but he didn't say much. He knew that occasionally, in the middle layer of the dream world, one could find the sacrifices needed by the Death Building, which just meant that Gao Ming was extremely lucky.
"The next step is to use my own blood to stimulate the cabinet." Gao Ming was unwilling to use Brother Chong's knife and bit his wrist, "Will I also bleed in the dream?"
"This is not a dream." Brother Chong was about to explain to Gao Ming when he suddenly realized something—even without the stimulation of blood, the cabinet had already reacted!
The wound at the corner of his eye split open and Brother Chong took a close look. He discovered that it wasn't the cabinet devouring the negative emotions of the sacrifice, but rather the sacrifice that Gao Ming had just placed inside the cabinet.
