As Mo Si transformed into gold, Li Ang's entire head became exceptionally heavy.
He closed his eyes, allowing Mo Si to cover his eyelids, enveloping every part of his head that could possibly contact the outside world. Then he activated his Spiritual Sense to supplement his vision.
DRIP, DRIP.
Wax dripped from Cui Yi's fingertips as she stared in astonishment at her own melting palms, murmuring, "Am I... a Nightmare?"
"You are not a Nightmare," Li Hanquan, who was also melting, embraced his wife and softly said, "To me, you are real."
Li Ang reached out his hand. The moment his fingertips touched his parents, they collapsed with a loud crash.
"Eldest Son, what have you done?" Chai Cuiqiao's parents asked in trembling voices, noticing their own bodies also beginning to melt, although much more slowly than Li Hanquan and his wife.
However, Chai Chai herself showed no such signs.
The evidence was clear; the Nightmare's influence had been distinguished.
