Is it a dream?

The dozen people next to them also heard the sound of the Red Banshee.

"Master Red Banshee, is it a dream itself or is there a monster that can attack them through the dream?"

The Red Banshee's voice always thought it was a faint smile, as nice as a song.

"Some can wander in dreams, some are like dreams, and of course some control dreams... I can't be sure if I haven't seen them with my own eyes."

There are so many kinds of monsters related to dreams?

This also shocked the people in the Tianxing Guild Hall, but thinking that these monsters came from outside the world, it was relieved that any situation might be possible.

"Do you want me to teach you how to catch it~"

The Red Banshee asked again with a slightly playful look.

"Although I don't know what it is, it seems to be something purely dreamy now. Well, there are few things in the dream that are strong..."

The Red Banshee did not explain this in detail to Mo Qingxue and the others, because it was not something that could be explained clearly on the phone for a while, so she chose some key points to talk to them. Mo Qingxue would understand more details later through the association file in the future.

To put it simply.

There are generally two interpretations of monsters in dreams. The monster itself is a relatively illusory thing like dreams, or it may be a monster that can control the dream.

The former, close to demonized things or fusion of resentment like nightmares, is not considered pure living bodies. They are essentially different from the awakened elves of some non-life things. Perhaps life characteristics may evolve after a long period of time, but before that, such things usually have no reason except a few, and even if they have a weak thinking instinct, they will have stronger resentment.

Strictly speaking, it is more appropriate to call this category part of the category by the concept of "mutated events" in mainstream human countries.

Of course, many low-level life monsters or a few powerful monsters are not rational, because they are simply lacking IQ, or there are dumbfounded people in the individual.

The latter type of monster that controls dreams should be a pure concept of life, with a complete individual body, whether it is stupid or not, it must have your own thinking or instincts, and have the ability to dreams, and even exaggerate it is not impossible to have magic power.

No matter which one, it does not have the effective premise of relying solely on dreams. Note that relying solely on dreams is generally not strong, rather than saying that all monsters that can affect dreams are not powerful.

In fact, the Red Banshee can affect the dream, but it is not as convenient as letting people who are awake have hallucinations.

Because dreams are not only illusory, but also the world that forms dreams is destroyed with awakening and has high instability, so the environment of dreams is considered very harsh.

Even some weaker pure dream creatures need to worry about looking for the next dream when they enter a dream. If they cannot escape, the moment they wake up from the dream is equivalent to the collapse of the world and will die inside.

A truly stable dream is also born in a truly powerful spiritual mind. If you want to enter the other party’s spiritual home field and interfere with the dream, it is better to go straight to the front and hope it is greater.

When Mo Qingxue heard about the problem of the Red Banshee, how could Mo Qingxue dare to neglect her?

"Sir Red Banshee, please teach us how to remove monsters!"

"Removal? Why should we remove this rare monster? He would be very interested in..." …

After calling for more than twenty minutes, the group of talents at Tianxing Guild Hall finally had their own understanding.

The Red Banshee could not tell them in detail one, two, three, and four to catch monsters according to the steps, but gave them ideas.

Given the current situation of Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei, combined with the fact that more than a dozen disciples of Tianxing did not sense the abnormality, it should not be an external monster interfering in the dream through some abilities, but a monster in the victim's dream.

The monster seemed to have identified these two college students. If you want to catch it or kill it, you naturally have to start with your dreams.

"Grandpa, do you have any solutions?"

Not long after I figured out what kind of monster it was, the old man began to caress his beard. Mo Qingxue, who was familiar with his grandfather, understood that this was usually the old man who had a clue.

As the saying goes, ginger is still the best. The old man has been in the world for decades and has experienced everything in peace in troubled times. No one of the peddlers and pawns has ever dealt with, and there is a lot of wisdom in his stomach.

There are not many people who can make Qin Xiaoxia look at him with admiration, so the old man is one.

"The mountain man has his own tricks!" The old man seemed quite confident. ...

Today is Sunday, so there is no need to go to class. Everyone in the dormitory is sleeping in. Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei got up from the bed with a tired look on their faces.

Although I really want to sleep for a while, I don’t dare to fall asleep anymore. I finally woke up by relying on the physical clock, but I don’t want to have nightmares anymore.

"Hey, are you two getting up so early?"

The dormitory head heard the sound of washing up and looked up.

"Go to buy breakfast for us...please beg you Mr. Luo Ping..."

"Damn, where is your lower limit, where is your dignity?"

Ping Lei couldn't help but say something to his roommate.

"For breakfast, some dignity is worth mentioning!"

Luo Yuguan also smiled, and the teasing between friends made him feel better.

"Okay, what do you want to eat? Ping Lei and I have to go out to buy it anyway..."

"I want Chen Ji's rice balls and tofu brain!"

"Same!"

"I want fried dough sticks, soy milk, and tea eggs!"

"Bring me two fur eggs!"

When I heard that I could bring breakfast, my roommates who had been sleeping like dead salted fish all came back to life and spoke one by one. I didn’t know whether I was pretending to be asleep just now or the survival instincts arising from hearing about bringing rice.

With his middle finger on his face, Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei went out after washing up.

Although the school cafeteria is OK, the breakfast is relatively single. If you eat too much, most of the windows will taste boring.

Generally, when there is no class during holidays, unless you are a freshman, a sophomore or junior, you like to go to the blocks not far from the back door of the school to buy food.

It is easy to gather commercial streets near the university, including Internet cafe billiards and various fast foods. Food entertainment is uninterrupted in the morning, noon and evening. The most lively thing is in the evening, and there are more than a dozen barbecue stalls.

Many students, even teachers, foreign teachers, etc. are regular visitors here, and residents nearby and even citizens a little far away will also come here to spend.

Under the early morning sunlight, Luo Yuguan and Pinglei gradually cheered up even though they did not sleep well.

After leaving the back door, the two walked a hundred meters away and arrived at the night market street of the back of the school.

This scene has long been discovered by the people of the Tianxing Association, and the daily habits of these students have long been clearly understood.

Chen Ji is a catering shop specializing in Hangzhou cuisine. The breakfast is also very good. Today is Sunday, and college students have been queuing up to buy their things.

In the small store, six tables were already full of people, including college students and white-collar workers. On a small table near the door, there was an old man with a long hair and a young face.

Not only Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei, but actually the students and those who were queuing up for dinner didn't pay any attention to Mr. Mo.

The old man was wearing a black ink-rolling training suit, with a full and energetic face. His long beard was not left with a trace of soup and vegetable foam, and his demeanor was extraordinary and natural and harmonious.

While Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei were queuing up, the old man seemed to feel something. He raised his head and looked at the two of them, which happened to meet their gazes.

The old but full hands put down their chopsticks and sat there stroking their beards and stared at the long line of students.

Many students took out their mobile phones to take photos in a vague way, and many people even thought that the old man was watching him. Of course, the same was true for Luo Ping and the other two.

However, the mentality of the two is different from that of others. They instinctively feel that this old man may be helpful to them.

This strange feeling has appeared for the first time these days, but the old man seems to have no intention of moving, and they are still queuing up, so they each maintain the status quo.

After buying breakfast, Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei were hesitating whether they were going to talk to each other. After the old man finished breakfast, he stood up and left.

When passing by the two of them, everyone around could clearly hear their humming.

"Sitting at home without doing anything, walking out and making trouble will come, but not bring disaster, disaster will come, disaster will come..."

After the old man had left for more than ten meters, Luo Yuguan and Ping Lei seemed to have recovered from their daze. They looked at each other and their hearts were beating wildly. They hurriedly chased the back with breakfast.

But the old man who was obviously not moving fast felt that he was chasing farther and farther away.

He ran for hundreds of meters panting, and unknowingly chased him from the intersection of the school gate to the end of the street.

Even if you are stupid, you know that you have met a master. Even if you are angry, you will run wildly even if you chase them farther and farther away, which will make many people around you unhappy and scold them.

"Wait a minute!!! Wait for us!!!"... The shouting was not only effective except to attract attention from the surroundings.

When he was desperately unable to catch up, the old man in front suddenly stopped and a faint sigh reached his ears.

He turned around and stood there, as if waiting for them.

"It's a disaster that can't be avoided..."

Before Ping Lei and Luo Yuguan could explain the disaster in their own eyes, they heard the old man sighing.

"Two young men, the disaster in my mouth is not yours, but my disaster..."

These words stunned the two of them.

"Sir, are you woeful?"

Mr. Mo smiled with his beard.

"It turns out that there is nothing. Isn't this catching up?"
Chapter completed!