The fire-like sunset stained the dense forest red.

Darkness, like a quietly peeping ghost, waits for an opportunity to appear.

When darkness creeps in, the surroundings are mired in strange quagmire. A barbarian with huddled facial features, hair on his arms, and a torch in his hand, came to Professor Feng and Feng Sheng, followed by two short and sturdy barbarians like bulls.

They cursed, walked up to the two of them, and punched the wind in the chest, so startled that the wind screamed, and they let out a burst of schadenfreude shouts. A large bird, flying from the tree, "Ula" chirped, and disappeared into the darkness.

The barbarian with the torch in his hand, approaching Professor Wind, stared at him in the eyeballs, his mouth almost touching his cheek, and the stench coming out of his mouth made him sick.

Then they untied the ropes that were tied to the two of them in circles, tied their arms together with a rope, and led them to a path where countless rocks stood on either side, and in the darkness, like ghosts that had died of death, and beyond that, there was the darkness of nothingness, boundless.

The barbarian, who walked in front, brandished torches in his hands and sang songs merrily, looked back at the two from time to time, his eyes shining with a snatching light, as if he were afraid that his prey would escape.

Seeing the bright sharp knife stuck in the back of the barbarian, Fengsheng's face was full of sadness, and he whispered to Professor Feng: "Professor, we are dead, maybe we will be divided into pieces, and then put in boiling water until cooked, maybe in order to taste better, we will also put some spices." ”

Professor Feng snorted and did not respond, his eyes crossed the shoulders of the wind and looked into the distance in the void, in fact, there was nothing but darkness there.

The key to the anchor will definitely be somewhere in the dense forest, and there will be all kinds of difficulties and obstacles and demons on the way to success, which is normal, how can there be casual success at all.

Thinking of this, Professor Feng's eyes became firm and deep, and he actually quickened his steps.

About half an hour later, a few people walked through a forest full of flowers, it was a faint smell of papaya, through the gap between the trunk and leaves, there were shadows of light and shadow, and a faint noise came into the ears.

When they leaned in, Professor Feng found that it was a stone forest, a sense of déjà vu, a huge brown stone, as if a cold-eyed guard, standing in the middle of the dense forest.

There was a clearing in the middle of the stone forest, surrounded by torches, and the light of the fire reflected the cheeks of the barbarians beside them, like red-hot charcoal, and they were clapping their hands and stomping their feet excitedly, and they sang cheerful songs in their mouths, as if waiting for the feast to begin.

In the center of the clearing, there are several shelves made of wooden stakes, and on the beams of the shelves, there are several wild boars, with lifeless eyes, four feet to the sky, tails drooping, and humming weakly, and on the ground below the wild boars, there are many branches, and under the branches are dozens of centimeters thick dead grass, and white light smoke comes out of the dead grass, which drifts away with the wind, but there is no flame. In front of the snorting boar was a huge stone mortar---- most likely naturally formed, and the wood under the stone mortar was burning violently, sparks splashed everywhere, making a crackling sound, and the water inside the stone mortar kept bubbles and boiled.

A shout exploded, and the barbarian who led the two men, with a submissive expression, drove Professor Feng and Wind Sound to the two stakes, and tied them tightly to them, facing the direction from which the shouting came.

In the direction that Professor Feng was facing, was a tall and large wooden chair, placed on the neatly stacked stones, and the chair was sitting on the patriarch, who was still wearing his upper body, still with a pale complexion, dark teeth, and an old dragon clock, his hands resting on the armrests on both sides, and his characteristic few locks of red hair, under the light of the fire, fluttered in the breeze like burning feathers.

"Professor, this is the end of the story, we can't escape, we may be boiled, or we may be boiled," Feng Sheng said to Professor Feng who was tied next to him, "I didn't expect it to fall to such a point." ”

"Don't be so pessimistic, according to their custom, there should be a ritual before they can attack us, I can think of another way. Professor Feng said optimistically that he did not believe that he would die so easily, because there was still work for him to solve, and the world needed him to live.

There was a burst of shrill music, and several savages held musical instruments made of bamboo and leaves, clapped them with both hands, or put them to their mouths, making sounds that looked like music.

Then, six girls with red faces, swaying their hips, from behind the stones on one side, walked to the center of the clearing, they followed the rhythm of the "musician" beating, their hands waved left and right, their heads slid freely on their necks, as if they were a disc, almost able to rotate 360 degrees, a string of black beads hanging from their necks, with the dance of their bodies, made a "brush" sound, sometimes like water snakes, swimming at will, sometimes like phoenixes, dancing gracefully.

In the exclamation of the wind, Professor Feng raised his eyes, and at some point, six sky-blue foxes joined the girls' team, they were all blue, like the sky, their eyes were lake green, like pure amber, and a fluffy tail, which was a gradient of tile blue, as if it was a thousand-year-old water-blue snow lotus in the Himalayas, flashing with a soul-piercing ice blue glow, so that the two of them were almost immersed in it, and they couldn't extricate themselves.

The blue foxes are interspersed among the girls, stepping on the beat, dancing their bodies and limbs, dancing lightly and smartly, sometimes whirling, sometimes swaying, like a bunch of swaying blue enchantresses, seducing the soul at the same time, giving people a bewitching and weird feeling.

Looking at this astonishing scene, the wind cried and sighed in a voice that was almost inaudible: "This time, we may call the heavens no longer spiritual, you see, their witchcraft is so terrifying that even foxes can dance." His face turned paler from fear, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and though he tried his best to hide it, the desperate look betrayed him.

"Actually, there is nothing. Some tribes, especially those who have lived in the mountains and forests for a long time, have been able to domesticate different animals after a long time of exploration and research, but we are only seeing it for the first time. Don't be pessimistic, isn't Feng Yiqun still outside, maybe he can find a way to save us. Professor Feng moved his sore neck and replied lightly.

Yes, at this time, Feng Yiqun is trying his best to rush here, with obvious intentions---- to save people!

Every time he looked at Jinzi, his eyes full of warmth conveyed different messages and instructions, so that Xiaofeng understood his mission, and it continued to rise into the sky, flying into the distance, to find out where Professor Feng and Feng Sheng were.

Jin Zi and Xiaofeng flickered among the branches, changing positions, guiding the Feng Yi group on the ground, and he walked through the wet jungle, the leaves of the bushes hit his body and face, cutting bright red blood marks, he kept reaching out to wipe the sweat from his forehead, occasionally stopping there, his hands on his waist. Walking, walking, he felt that his physical strength had been severely overdrawn, his whole body was weak, his legs were no longer obedient, his head was swollen, he couldn't walk anymore, he collapsed under a tree, gasping for breath.

"Stupid, stupid, get up, get up!" Xiao Feng shouted as he stood on a branch beside him.

Feng Yiqun tried to open his eyes, looked at Xiaofeng painfully, raised his arm, and shook it, indicating that he really couldn't do it.

The color of the gold is almost the same as the leaves, and if you don't look closely, it's hard to tell that this is really a strange monkey, who knows the minds of other animals, and its IQ is definitely higher than that of humans, it's a divine monkey.

Jin Zi jumped down from the tree and jumped to Feng Yiqun's side, stretching out his green paws and rolling his eyelids up. Feng Yiqun's listless eyes looked at the gold, and from its eyes, he couldn't read any information.

Jin Zi approached Feng Yiqun's cheek, sniffed, and seemed to understand, its mouth closed up and down, its eyes kept moving rapidly, and then, from its throat, a loud "quack" sound, heard far away in the jungle.

In a few moments, there was a rustling sound from the depths of the forest, mixed with the rustling of bush leaves and the sound of heavy footsteps.

When a sour smell filled Feng Yiqun's nostrils, he tried to open his eyes again, but it almost scared him to death, and made him understand what it meant to be distracted.

A huge black bear, squatting in front of Feng Yiqun, with a pair of bloodshot brown eyes, staring straight at him, a pair of fangs exposed outside his lips, and pale yellow saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth, sniffing quickly, making a "bang" sound, and the huge bear paws tried to put on his shoulder.

Just when Feng Yiqun was flustered and at a loss, Jin Zi came to the bear's side, patted it on the shoulder, scratched its neck, and signaled its gentleness.

Feng Yiqun read Jin Zi's eyes again, "Don't be afraid, the big bear is its good friend, it won't hurt itself, it's here to help." ”

Jin Zi patted the bear on the back, made it bend down, and walked to Feng Yiqun's side, helped him up, slowly moved behind the bear, and motioned for him to climb up and hug the bear's neck.

Seeing Feng Yiqun sticking to the big bear's body and hugging its neck, Jin Zi looked at the big bear's eyes and screamed twice at the big bear's mouth.

The big bear suddenly understood, "whooped" twice, straightened his neck, exerted his limbs, stood up, looked ahead with his eyes, and followed the gap between the trees, like a horse galloping on the grassland, carrying the wind on his back, through the forest gap.

Half an hour later, the Feng Yi group, who was attached to the back of the big bear, found that they had come to a river, and the water was rippling, and in the darkness, like a long black dragon, up and down.