Shadows converged more rapidly toward the direction of the seeds, and Gao Ming was unable to determine whether these were indeed seeds or something else entirely.
The cracked husk resembled the shed skin of an animal, and the wildly growing roots not only looked like blood vessels but also emitted a faint scent of flesh.
"Didn't you say that things from reality can't be brought into a nightmare?" Gao Ming didn't wait for the little girl to speak and asked first, leaving her speechless.
Not only had he brought things into the nightmare, but the seeds had also caused an unknown effect on the nightmare.
Despair, malice, fear—the negative emotions that ordinary people desperately avoid were all nourishment for that seed. The little girl stared at the rapidly growing seed with wide eyes, and for the first time, a sense of joy emerged in her heart amidst the shock.
