Ma Xiaoniu's face was calm, and after entering the dream, his mind moved, and all the information about Mao'er was clear to him. There is white and black in the world, and there is light and there is darkness. It's like the spirit patterns he saw when he visited the Juzhen Tower, where did you get those spirit patterns? Ninety-nine percent of the spirit patterns sold in this world are plundered, why? Because unless you reach the spiritual realm where the spirit pattern turns into reality, the spirit pattern will disappear in a very short time after death, so it is possible to get someone else's spirit pattern only when you are alive, and when you are alive, the harvested person will be very painful, and very few people can resist this pain, so almost 100% of the harvested are dead. Therefore, selling one's spirit pattern is equivalent to selling one's own life, so how can anyone do it?

And Mao'er disappeared not long after he got the spirit pattern, in fact, he was captured by the robbers and transported to the underground spirit pattern harvesting place to be harvested the spirit pattern, of course, in fact, Mao Er was already dead. It's just that for Ma Xiaoniu, it is just a thought to bring her back to life.

"Look." Ma Xiaoniu stretched out his hand and pointed behind the woman, the woman was stunned, turned her head to look, and saw that there was an eight or nine-year-old girl behind her, with a round face, two crystal sharp horns on her head, and a palm-sized red pocket on her body.

"Mao'er?!" The woman was overjoyed, but then she was stunned, and looked down at the white bones, only to see that the ground was empty, and the white bones were gone. The woman was stunned, but the little girl called out after being confused for a while, and her mother flew over and hugged the woman tightly. The woman's cheeks were like tears, and the two cried for a while, and the woman suddenly remembered that there was another person, and turned her head to look, but saw that the middle-aged man had long since disappeared.

The woman froze, looked down at the child in her arms, and muttered, "Could it be that I am in a dream?" ”

……

Ma Xiaoniu, whose consciousness had re-risen to the middle of the Fish Soul City, had a gloomy face, and he knew everything about Mao'er, including the scene of Mao'er being harvested spirit patterns, the terrible scream, the bloody scene, and the black-clothed man with a cold heart like steel, all made Ma Xiaoniu angry. If these guys can't be eliminated, what else can we talk about eliminating evil and promoting good?

Ma Xiaoniu's mind moved, and he already knew everything about this Spirit Pattern Harvesting Place. However, we will have to wait until daytime.

Ma Xiaoniu endured his anger and continued to observe the dream bubbles in Fish Soul City. Then I chose a random one and got into it.

……

It is a quiet courtyard, with three stone houses built against the hill, a broken gate and a large tree in the courtyard. Surrounded by night, the courtyard looks very gloomy.

In one of the houses, there is a light that reflects from the window and onto the ground by the window.

"Why is this dream again?"

In the room, a fair-faced young man with a single horn sat at a table, looking around in horror. There was nothing but a table and chairs, a single wooden bed in the corner, and nothing else. But the point is, this is the fourth time he's had the same dream!

Suddenly, the one-horned young man stared sharply at the door, and if he didn't expect it, there would be a strange movement in the courtyard. Sure enough, after waiting for a few minutes, footsteps suddenly sounded in the courtyard.

"Kick, kick, kick......"

The sound of footsteps slowly walked towards the door, and although the one-horned young man had dreamed several times, he was still frightened, reached out and grabbed a wooden stick beside him, and then retreated to the side of the bed.

The footsteps stopped outside the door, as if standing against the door. The one-horned young man was sweating and trembling all over, and although he had been through it many times, he was even more frightened. The main reason is that in these dreams, the things outside the door are getting closer and closer, the first time he just heard footsteps in the yard, the second time the footsteps were closer, and the third time he came to the door, and this is the fourth time. What will happen? Will that thing come in?

There was silence outside the door, but the young man seemed to hear heavy breathing. Holding the wooden stick with trembling hands, the young man swallowed his saliva, plucked up the courage to shout: "Door, who is outside the door?!" ”

"Squeak—"

Suddenly there was a sound on the wooden door, and the young man was stunned, and the sound was like something scratching the plank with his fingernails. The young man trembled, the stick in his hand was almost thrown away, his face was pale, and his teeth were fighting.

"Who, who? Don't, don't pretend to be a ghost, I, I'm a first-level spiritual cultivator, I, I'm not afraid of you! ”

"Squeak—"

The sound of fingernails scratching the plank continued to sound, as if the other party had not heard the young man's voice. The one-horned young man shrank into a corner of the bed, and the wooden stick in his hand trembled like chaff. Although he is a first-level spiritual cultivator, in fact, a first-level spiritual cultivator is not much better than a mortal, and his spiritual power is very small, barely able to support him to stimulate the spiritual pattern once, and then the spiritual power is almost exhausted. Moreover, his spirit object does not have the slightest attack power, and even if it is stimulated, I am afraid that it will not be able to help the other party.

"Poof!"

The light on the table went out suddenly. The young man was shocked, why was there not a bright stone on the table, but an oil lamp? In this world, only the poorest people use oil lamps, right?

The surroundings were instantly plunged into darkness, and the five fingers could not be seen.

"Squeak-quack-"

The wooden door was pushed open a gap, and the young man held his breath, his eyes fixed on the wooden door. At the same time, the spiritual power fluctuates, as long as the other party is exposed, the spirit pattern will be stimulated, regardless of whether it is effective or invalid, give it to the other party first.

"Bang!"

The wooden door suddenly opened and slammed against the wall. A white shadow appeared in the door frame, the one-horned young man was startled, his spiritual power surged instantly, a cyan light flashed in the center of his eyebrows, and a cyan ponytail flashed with spiritual light and instantly drew towards the white shadow.

"Poof!"

The spirit pattern ponytail swept onto the white shadow, but it only made the other party's figure tremble, and then the ponytail disappeared with a pop. The one-horned young man's face was pale, and just now, the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted. But it's not without effect, at least with the aura, he can see the appearance of the white shadow clearly!

The pale and bloodless face, the blood-red eyes that seemed to drip blood, the red lips that seemed to have just drunk blood, and the two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth.

"Ahh

The one-horned young man was shocked and shouted, "You, don't come here!" ”

"Drink—drink—"

The white shadow made a sound like a hungry beast, and then in a trance, but saw that the white shadow had come to the bedside at some point, a strong breath of death and blood rushed to his face, and the one-horned young man screamed, agitating the only trace of spiritual power left in his body, and waved the wooden stick to smash it towards the white shadow, but everything was in vain, and the wooden stick smashed into the white shadow, and it only made a popping sound, and the white shadow didn't even move. However, the one-horned young man was quite excited, and took advantage of this opportunity to get out of bed with a smoke, ran to the table, picked up the wooden chair, and shouted at Bai Ying: "Don't come!" ”

However, the white shadow only flickered to the young man's side, and then with an outstretched arm, he grabbed the young man's neck. The arm was raised, and the young man kicked his legs wildly, but he couldn't break free no matter what.

"Uh, let's go, let's go! Uh-"

"Drink—"

The foul smell was disgusting, and an unknown liquid dripped from the white shadow's fangs, and the white shadow slowly lowered his head and leaned towards the young man's neck.

At this moment, a faint laugh was heard in the room.

The white shadow froze, turned his head to look, and saw a middle-aged man holding a folding fan standing in the room at some point. The middle-aged man looked at this side with a light smile.

The young man who was grabbed by the neck was already desperate, but when he suddenly saw the middle-aged man, he couldn't help but struggle. The white shadow was obviously enraged by the sudden appearance of the horse calf, and twisted his body with a loud cry, but the hand that was holding the young man let go, and the young man coughed violently, and ran to the corner of the room with a roll and a crawl, his eyes frightened, and he gasped for breath.

The white shadow was furious, and his body had reached Ma Xiaoniu's side in a flash, and his two paws stretched forward in an instant, and he was about to choke Ma Xiaoniu's neck. Ma Xiaoniu frowned, mainly because the smell of this white ghost was too bad. Ma Xiaoniu fanned the fan in his hand slightly, and suddenly the wind was fierce, and the white shadow was instantly fanned away, and it hit the wall hard.

The white shadow stabilized his figure, and his two blood-red eyes looked at Ma Xiaoniu in shock. The one-horned young man on the side was dumbfounded, obediently, what kind of fairy trick is this? As soon as the fan fanned, the ghost was fanned away?

The horse and the calf fanned the white shadow, and the air around him finally became fresher.

"I said, old ghost, how long has it been since you took a bath? It just stinks badly. Ma Xiaoniu continued to fan his fan, with a look of contempt.

White Shadow: "......"

One-horned young man: "......"

"Drink—" The white shadow roared as he looked up to the sky, and his body shook and he was about to pounce in front of Ma Xiaoniu.

"Still coming?!" Ma Xiaoniu snorted coldly, and the folding fan hit the center of Bai Ying's eyebrows like a teleportation, and the white shadow's figure flew upside down, spurting out a mouthful of thick black blood in midair, and then smashed it into the wall, knocking the stone wall out of a big hole.

"Ahem!" Bai Ying clutched his chest and couldn't help but squirt out another mouthful of thick black blood. Two blood-red eyes stared at Ma Xiaoniu, but his eyes were frightened, and he no longer had the arrogance he had just now.

"Why don't you scream? Say, what the hell are you, and why do you harm mortals? Ma Xiaoniu sat down, and a wooden chair suddenly appeared under his buttocks.

Bai Ying's eyes shrank, and his voice was hoarse: "Who are you?" ”

Ma Xiaoniu frowned, not because of the other party's problem, but because the voice of this product was really ugly, like the sound of holding a knife and cutting glass.

"I have no grievances with you, why do you want to harm me?" The one-horned young man who was sitting in the corner on the side also recovered at this moment, but there was a deep mark on his neck.

Bai Ying didn't pay attention to the one-horned young man, but stared directly at Ma Xiaoniu, waiting for Ma Xiaoniu's answer.