He looked at Niu Er, looking at his eyes, which were full of malice and anger, and the fire in his eyes illuminated his heart.

He looked at Niu Er's figure, watched him wave his hands wildly, and every tear was like a wail in his heart, echoing in the night.

He knew that this was his end.

He knew that he saw his own end from this crazy Niu Er.

He knew that his house, his land, and everything he had would be destroyed by this crazy Niu Er.

Under the moonlight, Niu Er stood in the master's courtyard like a cold judge, quietly watching everything.

His expression was calm and his gaze was deep, and if it weren't for the dancing flames in those eyes, you would almost think he was an indifferent bystander.

The monsters of the night roamed the darkness like night owls, their eyes focused on the surroundings of their master's house, a longing burning in their eyes.

And the master, the once arrogant and conceited master, could only hide in his house in fear at the moment, his eyes fixed on the window, those monsters roaming in the dark, the fear in his heart could not be suppressed.

Next to the master, those fierce and fierce men have no fighting spirit at the moment. Their bodies trembled, their eyes frightened, their voices choked.

They knew that they couldn't fight those monsters, and they knew that their fate was sealed.

It's a nightmare, it's a nightmare that can't be woken up from.

The master's heart was filled with despair, his expression was terrified, his hands trembled, and his breath was short.

At that moment, the monsters began to act, and they pounced on their master's house like wolves, their cries echoing in the night, their eyes full of hunger and madness.

They tore apart their master's house, they nibbled away at their master, they tore apart those strong men, and they had no mercy.

And Niu Er, he just stood there quietly, watching all this.

He looked at the despair of his masters, at their fear, at their death.

There was no sympathy in his heart, no pity.

Because he knew that all this was the result of their own sowing.

He looked at the monsters, at their madness, at their hunger, without any fear in his heart, without any flinching.

Because he knows that these monsters are just his tools, they are his weapons of revenge.

He looked at them, his eyes like a bottomless abyss, cold and deep.

Niu Er left the courtyard that had been reduced to ruins, and his figure looked even more lonely in the moonlight.

His eyes were a little confused, but more determined.

He knows that his revenge is far from over and that he still has a long way to go.

He began to wander the corners of the world, searching for ancient wisdom that had been forgotten.

He studied the occult, studied ghosts and gods, hoping to find a power that could completely change his fate.

His body became thinner and thinner after a long period of travel.

His eyes grew deeper, more and more like a stone eroded by wind and rain.

His countless failures and countless bitterness did not stop him.

He knew that as long as there was the slightest opportunity, he was not willing to give up.

He traveled the world in search of forgotten knowledge.

He reads runes from ancient stone tablets, he looks for clues from the flames of sacrifice, he looks for the past from decaying bones.

Niu Er's journey took him to countless corners of the world.

He listened to the wind singing in the grassland, the whispering of the trees in the forest, and the ebb and flow of the tide on the seashore.

He searches for clues in ancient ruins and answers in the ruins of civilization.

His figure is like a wandering cloud, floating in all corners of the world.

In the midst of an ancient ruin, he finally found what he was looking for. that

It is an ancient stone tablet with dense runes engraved on it.

The runes jumped over the stele like living creatures, as if to elaborate on some mysterious power.

Niu Er's heart shook, and he felt a strong vibration coming from the stone tablet, which was an ancient and mysterious power.

He began to decipher the runes, hoping to find the answers he needed.

The runes record a secret technique that summons spirits from another world.

However, this secret technique requires a lot of materials to prepare.

Niu Er's heart was full of determination, and he decided to search around for those materials.

His journey became more difficult, his body became more tired, but his heart did not let up.

He searched for rare herbs in the snowy mountains, precious ores in lava, and mysterious pearls in the deep sea.

In the past fifteen years, Niu Er has traveled to every corner of the world, he has experienced wind and snow, waves, volcanoes, his body has left scars, his skin has been tanned, his eyes are more resolute, and his heart is more determined.

He knew that all these hardships and hardships were for the ultimate goal, for the secret art of summoning souls, for his children.

After fifteen years of preparation, he finally gathered all the materials. His heart was full of excitement, and he knew that he was close to success.

He began to prepare the casting of the secret arts.

Niu Er stood in the ancient ruins, a place that was almost forgotten. The moonlight sprinkled on the stone tablet, making those ancient runes even more mysterious.

The surrounding forest roared low in the night wind, as if it were a call and warning to the land.

Niu Er's heart was full of excitement, and he knew that his opportunity had come.

He began to prepare for the ritual of the occult arts, his hands drawing on the ground and walls with strange symbols that he had learned from ancient books, the passports to that world, the keys to mystical powers.

He followed the ritual steps strictly and without any negligence.

His hands waved in the air, and his mouth chanted ancient incantations. His voice echoed through the silence of the night, and it sent chills through the heart.

His face was covered with sweat and his eyes were full of concentration.

His body seemed so lonely and so determined in the moonlight.

Gradually, his figure was enveloped by an eerie glow that came from the symbols beneath him, and they jumped at his feet, as if to welcome him.

The air around them began to become dull, as if something was waking up. The roar of the forest grew even deeper, and the ancient steles seemed to tremble.

It was a mysterious and ancient power, it was a power from another world.