Is it a dream?
The dozen or so people nearby also heard the Red Banshee's voice.
"Master Red Witch, is it the dream itself or is there a monster that can attack them through the dream?"
The Red Banshee's voice always seemed to carry a faint smile, as beautiful as a song.
"Some can wander in dreams, some are like dreams themselves, and of course there are also those who control dreams... I can't be sure without seeing it with my own eyes."
There are so many kinds of monsters related to dreams?
This also shocked everyone in the Tianxing Guild, but they felt relieved because they thought that these monsters came from outside the world and anything could happen.
"Want me to teach you how to catch it~"
The Red Banshee asked again with a hint of playfulness.
"Although I don't know what it is, it seems to be something of a pure dream nature. Well, things in dreams are rarely strong..."
The Red Demon did not explain this in detail to Mo Qingxue and the others, because it was not something that could be explained clearly over the phone in a short time. She just picked out some key points and told them. Mo Qingxue would need to find out the more details through the association's files later.
To put it simply.
There are generally two interpretations of monsters in dreams. The monster itself may be a relatively unreal thing like a dream, or it may be a monster that can control dreams.
The former type is close to demonized things or the fusion of resentment like the Nightmare Swamp. They cannot be regarded as pure life forms. They are fundamentally different from the awakened elves of some non-living things. Perhaps they may evolve life characteristics after a long time, but before that, such things usually have no rationality except for a few. Even if they have weak thinking instincts, their resentment is stronger.
Strictly speaking, it would be more appropriate to refer to some of this category using the concept of "abnormal events" used by mainstream human countries.
Of course, many low-level monsters or a few powerful monsters don't have much rationality either. That's simply because they don't have enough IQ or there are some fools among them.
The latter, the monsters that control dreams should be pure life concepts, with complete individual bodies. Regardless of whether they are stupid or not, they definitely have their own thoughts or instincts, and have abilities related to dreams. It is not impossible that they even have magic powers.
No matter which one, it does not have the effective premise of relying solely on dreams to become powerful. Please note that relying solely on dreams is generally not powerful, not that all monsters that can affect dreams are not powerful.
In fact, the Red Banshee can influence dreams, but it is not as convenient as causing hallucinations in awake people.
Not only are dreams illusory, but the dream world is formed within the individual's soul and mind, and will be shattered with awakening. It is also very unstable, so the dream environment is very bad.
There are even some weaker pure dream creatures who need to worry about looking for the next dream all the time when they enter a dream. If they cannot get out of it, the moment they wake up from the dream is equivalent to the world collapsing, and they will die in it.
Truly stable dreams are born from the minds of truly powerful creatures. If you want to enter the other party's mental home to interfere with that dream, it is better to confront them head-on and there will be greater hope.
Hearing the Red Witch's question, Mo Qingxue dared not be negligent.
"Master Red Witch, please teach us how to get rid of the monster!"
"Get rid of it? Why should we get rid of it? He would be very interested in this rare monster..."
…
The phone call lasted for more than twenty minutes before the people from Tianxing Club finally came to their own understanding.
It was impossible for the Red Banshee to tell them in detail how to catch the monster step by step, but she gave them some ideas.
Judging from the current conditions of Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei, and the fact that more than a dozen Tianxing disciples did not sense anything unusual, it should not be an external monster interfering with dreams through some of its abilities, but a monster that is in the victim's dream.
The monster seemed to have identified these two college students. If they wanted to catch it or kill it, they naturally had to start with the dream.
"Grandpa, do you have any solution?"
Not long after he figured out what kind of monster it was, the old man began stroking his beard. Mo Qingxue, who was familiar with his grandfather, understood that this usually meant that the old man had a clue.
As the saying goes, old ginger is wiser. The old man has been in the world for decades. He has experienced both turbulent times and peaceful times. He has dealt with all kinds of peddlers and has a lot of wisdom.
There are not many people who can make Qin Xiaoxia look at him with new eyes, and this old man is one of them.
"I have a good idea!" The old man seemed quite confident.
…
Today is Sunday, so there are no classes. Everyone in the dormitory is sleeping in. Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei, who had nightmares last night, woke up from the bed with tired faces.
Although I really wanted to sleep a little longer, I didn't dare to fall asleep. I finally woke up relying on my body's biological clock, but I didn't want to have nightmares again.
"Hey, you two are up so early?"
The head of the dormitory heard the sound of washing and looked up.
"Please go buy us breakfast... please, Uncle Luo, Uncle Ping..."
"Fuck, where's your bottom line, where's your dignity?"
Ping Lei couldn't help but make a comment about his roommate.
"For breakfast, a little dignity is nothing!"
Luo Yuguan also laughed. The teasing between friends made him feel better.
"Okay, what do you want to eat? Ping Lei and I will go out to buy it anyway..."
"I want Chen Ji's rice balls and tofu pudding!"
"Same!"
"I want fried dough sticks, soy milk, and tea eggs!"
"Bring me two eggs!"
When they heard that they could bring their own breakfast, all the roommates who had been sleeping like dead salted fish came to life and spoke one after another. It was unclear whether they were just pretending to sleep or had a survival instinct when they heard about bringing their own breakfast.
After raising the middle finger, Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei finished washing up and went out.
Although the school cafeteria is okay, the breakfast is relatively monotonous. If you eat too much, you will get tired of the taste of most of the windows.
Generally, when there are no classes on holidays, unless they are freshmen, sophomores or juniors, they all like to go to the block not far from the back door of the school to buy food.
It is easy to gather commercial streets near universities, including Internet cafes, billiard rooms and various fast food restaurants. Food and entertainment are available all morning, noon and night. The busiest time is at night, when there can be more than a dozen barbecue stalls.
Many students, teachers and foreign teachers are regular customers here, and nearby residents and even citizens from further away also come here to consume.
Under the early morning sunlight, Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei gradually regained their spirits despite not having slept well.
After going out the back door, the two walked a few hundred meters and arrived at the night market behind the school.
This scene had already been discovered by everyone in Tianxing Hall, and the daily habits of these students were already well known.
Chen Ji is a restaurant specializing in Hangzhou cuisine, and their breakfast is also quite good. Today is Sunday, and there were already college students lining up to buy their food.
In the small store, the six tables are already full of people, including college students and white-collar workers. At a small table near the door, sits an old man with white hair and a youthful face.
Not only Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei, in fact, every student in the queue and people eating did not fail to notice Mr. Mo.
The old man was wearing a training suit that looked like rolling black ink. He was energetic and had a ruddy complexion and a long beard. Whether he was drinking soy milk, eating tofu pudding, or eating wonton dumplings, not a trace of soup or vegetable residue would be left behind. His demeanor as he sat there was extraordinary, natural and harmonious.
When Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei were queuing, the old man seemed to have sensed something. He raised his head and looked at the two of them, meeting their gazes.
The old but plump hands put down the chopsticks, sat there stroking his beard and watching the long line of students.
Many students secretly took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and many even thought that the old man was looking at them. Naturally, the same was true for Luo Ping and the other person who were the real protagonists.
However, their mentality was different from others. They instinctively felt that this old man might be able to help them.
This strange feeling was the first time in these days, but the old people didn't seem to have any intention of moving, and they were still queuing, so each of them maintained the status quo.
After buying breakfast, when Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei were hesitating whether to go up and talk to the old man, he finished his breakfast, stood up and left.
When he passed by the two people, people around him could clearly hear his low moans.
"If you sit idle at home and do nothing, but go out and walk, trouble will come to you. If you don't invite trouble, trouble will come to you. Disaster will come to you..."
When the old man was about ten meters away, Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei seemed to have recovered from their daze. They looked at each other, their hearts pounding, and hurriedly chased after the figure with breakfast in their hands.
But the old man, who was obviously not walking fast, felt that the person he was chasing was getting farther and farther away.
I ran breathlessly for several hundred meters and unknowingly had reached the end of the street from the entrance near the school gate.
At this point, even an idiot would know that he has met a master. Even if he is out of breath, even if the enemy is getting farther and farther away, he will still run for his life, not caring about causing many people around him to be unhappy and scold him.
“Wait a minute!!” “Wait for us!!!”... These shouts had no effect at all except attracting the attention of those around them.
When he was about to lose hope and catch up, the old man in front suddenly stopped and a faint sigh came into his ears.
He turned and stood there, apparently waiting for them.
"It's a disaster that can't be avoided..."
Before Ping Lei and Luo Yuguan had the chance to explain the misfortunes that had befallen them, they heard the old man continue to sigh.
"Two young men, the disaster I'm talking about is not your disaster, but my disaster..."
These words stunned the two of them.
"Old man, are you in trouble too?"
Mr. Mo stroked his beard and smiled.
"It wasn't there before, but now it's catching up with us!"
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