After Feng Yiqun finished eating the fruit, the green monkey jumped off the tree trunk and walked to Feng Yiqun's side, staring at Feng Yiqun with his eyes.

Its body is dark green fluff, in the dark blue eyes like blue amber, around the eyes is a light white circle of hair, its eyelashes are very long, the tip of the nose is faintly tinged with a pale black, the neck is covered with a golden ring, buried deep in the hair, the teeth are exposed outside the lips, there is green moss on it, and the palm of the hand is like a small green leaf, due to the long friction, revealing a reddish skin.

What makes Feng Yiqun strange is that there is no need for words, just through eye contact, he knows what the two parties want to express, it seems to be able to read his inner thoughts, as long as he wants to say it, it can understand everything, and can tell itself through his eyes.

Its eyes tell itself that it knows everything, that it knows everything.

So, Feng Yiqun asked with his eyes: "How did I get lucky to escape from the green snake's fangs?

The green monkey replied with his eyes:

"Haha, you're wrong, there's no green snake at all, it's all your hallucination. Do you remember the berries you have eaten? Berries contain alkaloids from Mescalin, which have hallucinogenic effects, and after eating, they can cause hallucinations and mental confusion. You've been poisoned and you've had illusions in your mind. ”

"What kind of animal are you, and why can you penetrate my mind and read my thoughts?"

"Child, not everything you can understand, there are always some phenomena that are beyond your cognition, and you will understand them later. ”

"You know everything, don't you?"

"How is that possible, that's your imagination. ”

"Why are you helping me, do you know me?"

"It may be a certainty. Haiyu cycle, Vientiane reincarnation, the road we have walked is what you are walking, and our difficulties, you will encounter sooner or later. ”

"We, you?" Feng Yiqun's eyes were full of confusion, the green monkey in front of him was so profound.

"Yes!"

"Do you have a name?"

"Just call me 'golden.' ”

"'Gold', that's a good name, hehe. Feng Yiqun laughed, "Alas, now that I can't protect myself, how can I save them." ”

"As long as you have the heart to do it, you will always succeed. What's the difficulty?' your stepping stone!" Kaneko narrowed her eyes, her mouth gurgling.

From the eyes of Jinzi, Feng Yiqun saw hope and strength.

In the depths of the dense forest, two people were pushed forward, stumbling along the way, several savages brandishing weapons in their hands, swearing in their mouths, and occasionally kicking the ass of the wind sound.

The further you go, the more extraordinary the scenery becomes.

The trunk of the shrub, green and smooth, covered with dark green veins, like bamboo in the south, blooms with fiery red flowers at the top, like clusters of blazing flames, exuding a rich fragrance of gardenias. Huge trees, about several kilometers high, reaching into the sky, must have been inhabited by gods. A large bird with multicolored feathers perched on a distant rock, its eyes like shimmering purple amber, and its mouth holding a huge green insect.

They walked through a maple-red forest, crossed a babbling stream, passed through a rocky forest of high and low heights, and met a few piles of ashes still bubbling with sparks, a hound with black flowers on its body, its tail standing straight up, running past them, and seeing the wind and the wind, barking a few times, and the faces of several savages showed excited expressions.

Walking a few dozen meters further along the path between a large tree, I saw a wooden gate, made of brown pine, and the door was closed.

Two wooden stakes were erected in front of the door, and the barbarian tied them to them, went to the door, pushed the wooden door open, and walked in.

"Professor, what kind of place is this?" Wind heard the barbarian walk in and close the wooden door again, he turned his head to look at Professor Wind.

"From the analysis of climate and geographical location, this should be the primeval forest of Myanmar, which belongs to the tropical rainforest climate. Due to the remoteness, high mountains and dense forests, outsiders rarely enter, so it still maintains the most primitive ecology. Professor Feng replied.

"Oh, what about these barbarians?" the wind looked up at the wooden door, his eyebrows twisted, and it was clear that he still had palpitations.

"I've seen it from the data, maybe they are the primitive people called the 'Lucky Clan', who live in the dense forest all the year round, are unknown to outsiders, live by fishing and hunting, and are aggressive. ”

"Are we going to be eaten?"

"Yes!"

"What then?"

"You can only wait for the opportunity to act. ”

The wooden door creaked and opened, and the familiar savage came out, with a slight anger on his face, who must have been beaten.

The barbarian came to the wind and slammed him in the chest, and punched him twice, causing the wind to cough and have a pained expression on his face.

They untied the professor and the wind and shoved towards the wooden door. Inside the wooden door, two men with upper body **, their teeth are exposed outside their lips, their eyes are round, there are a few colorful feathers on the top of their heads, and they hold a spear with a tassel hanging under the spear, painted red.

It is a large courtyard, and the surrounding low walls are made of brown stones, and due to the age, grass has grown on them, like a wreath of green.

Crossing the shady dirt road, we were greeted by a stone house built with tree trunks and covered with yellow leaves.

Before they could reach the door, an old man with dark skin walked out, holding a bamboo pipe in his hand and emitting light white smoke. The years had plowed deep wrinkles on his forehead, his hair was thinning and dyed bright red ---- the color of blood, like a hairless broom, his teeth were black, and when he opened his mouth, it seemed to be a bottomless black hole, and the skin on his cheeks was wrinkled, reminding Professor Feng of the Shar Pei he had seen.

This should be the patriarch of the "Yuki", his waist is a little bent, and from a distance, he looks like a blackbird. He stared at the sky with cloudy eyes, his chin on the two of them, and his face arrogant, "Mongolonene (what's his name)?" he asked aloud.

The patriarch looked directly at the two of them and shouted the same question several times. A barbarian walked up to the patriarch in small steps, put one hand on the patriarch's ear, and whispered a few words, and the patriarch nodded, as if he understood what he meant.

The barbarian presented the items found from the two of them with both hands and handed them to the patriarch.

The patriarch reached out and took it, and took it close to his eyes. His thin arms were covered with green tendons, like two long, strong ropes, each with a crumpled black hand.

He lifted the object, looked up at the sun, then put it in his mouth, and with his black and yellow teeth, he bit it hard, with a pained expression on his face, and then spat hard on the ground, and cried out angrily, "Ongo (bastard)!"

The barbarian next to him punched Fengsheng's chest, sneering on his face, and looked at the patriarch with flattery.

The patriarch came to the two of them, reached out and grabbed Fengsheng's chin, pinched it, and seemed to be satisfied, and the claws like steel hooks almost pierced into Fengsheng's skin, "Kangba is left to swish (it should taste good). ”

The wind turned his head in disgust, but the patriarch grabbed his chin with both hands and slammed it over, his eyes staring directly at the wind, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

The patriarch straightened up, his hands were flat, his eyes were high in the sky, and he shouted: "Bangali (stranger), busy (eat him)!"

Hearing the patriarch's words, the rest of the barbarians immediately became excited, hit the ground rhythmically with their feet, and roared: "Busy (eat him)!"

The voice came out of the courtyard, and there was a loud shout outside, shouting the same words, and Professor Feng understood that this must not be a good thing.

"If the wind is broken, I guess it's going to be over, look at their mouths, they're all drooling, are they going to eat us?" Professor Feng said as he looked at the wind.

"Oh, Professor, what can we do, we can't afford to lose our lives here, what's more. ”

"Wait and see, maybe they'll change their minds. Professor Feng comforted.

"Or beep (shut up)!" a brute-faced savage walked up behind the wind, kicked him in the ass, and the wind rushed forward two steps, grinning in pain, and screaming loudly again.

They pushed the two out of the yard to a thick cedar tree, pulled out a straw rope, tied them back to the trunk, and then, a guy with brown skin like mud, took out a bamboo tube from behind, unscrewed the lid violently, grabbed their chins, fed them some cold water roughly, and finally, grinning, patted their cheeks, and walked straight into the sun.

"It's over, Professor, they're really going to eat us," the wind screamed at Professor Feng as he tried to twist his cheeks, "I wish I could take a shower, it's sticky, it smells, it's too dirty, it will affect the taste." ”

"Yes, Fengsheng, I think so too!" Professor Feng shrugged his shoulders, made a helpless movement, and replied loudly, and the two of them laughed out loud.

After laughing, the two of them became inexplicably sad, and a cold fear permeated their bodies, so that the sultry air around them became biting cold.

People are swords, I am fish and meat, but what!

There was an eerie silence all of a sudden, and the world froze, and there was a rustling sound of some animal running through the bushes.

Led by Jinzi, Feng Yiqun also hurried through the bushes, aiming at the "Wild Horse Village", which is ----- location where Professor Feng is located.

The gold scurried up and down in the forest, sometimes hanging upside down on the branches, sometimes squatting on the trunk of the tree, his hands on the pergola, and watching the wind and the crowd struggle through the bushes, his clothes soaked and tightly wrapped around his body.

Xiao Feng stood on a tree in the distance, one leg pressed against the other, squinting at Feng Yiqun, obviously disdainful of his speed.