The Poison King had long forgotten the words of the world, and now he was just bent on getting out of this forest.

Just as the Poison King was still walking on the winding path, he suddenly saw a strong wind blowing in front of him, and this strong wind not only came quickly, but the sand swept by the strong wind actually passed through the dense woods, and finally blew on him.

The poison king really couldn't stand the blow of flying sand and rocks, and was afraid that the gust of wind would knock off his mask, so he blocked his face with his arm, closed his eyes, and silently waited for the gust of wind to pass.

After a while, the wind receded, and the Poison King only felt that his surroundings were quiet. Only then did the Poison King put down the arm that was blocking his eyes and looked ahead again.

But when the Poison King opened his eyes and looked ahead, he was secretly surprised in his heart. I saw that he was still in the deep forest just now, and I don't know when he actually came to a vast hillside, the hillside was covered with dark green grass, the sun was smiling brightly overhead, the blue sky was full of white clouds, and from time to time I could hear the chirping of various birds.

The Poison King couldn't help but look back at the road he came, but it was an endless grassland, and there was still the shadow of the woods.

Seeing this, the Poison King was glad that he had finally left the deep forest, and at the same time guessed and sighed: "Could it be that the Hedu of the World wants me to go to the Valley of Sighs, so he created a phantom of a forest in front of me—but I didn't expect that I could actually get out of that phantom." ”

Convinced that he was getting closer to freedom, the Poison King decided to move on, but ......

The Poison King suddenly froze there and hesitated, he looked at the other mountain forest that appeared in front of him, and then at the endless grassland on the left and right, and thought, "Which direction should I go next?" ”

The Poison King didn't look behind him, because he knew that he would never be able to go back, let alone the Valley of Sighs.

It was worth faintly smelling the faint scent of fruit coming from the mountains and forests in front of him, and the Poison King remembered that he hadn't eaten for two days, and if it weren't for the relief of some pills on his body, I'm afraid he would have been so hungry that he would have been on his back now. In order to have a full meal, the Poison King finally decided to go to the mountains and forests ahead.

The poison king walked for a long time, and finally walked into the mountain forest. The aroma of the fruit was not blown away by the breeze, and it still floated in the air, floating between the nose of the poison king. The Poison King didn't want to give up his search for the fruit, so he continued to walk forward.

The Poison King shuttled through the lush vegetation and trees, and it was clear that the lure of the fruit was the greatest motivation for him to move forward. He crossed the stream, which was as thin as silk, and crossed the muddy mountain path, and although he never saw the shadow of the fruit, he heard a strange sound in his ears, and the sound of "Gada-Gada" was neither like the sound of a woodpecker pecking at a tree, nor like the sound of the wind blowing a tree. At first, the Poison King didn't care, but the voice kept surrounding him.

The Poison King didn't know how long he had walked, in order to find the trace of the fruit tree, he didn't rest on the way, and he didn't care about seeing what the voices of the "Gada" around him were.

But the current poison king must be too tired, not to mention that he has been walking for a long time, and he has not seen the slightest trace of the fruit tree, he finally couldn't hold back his tiredness and stopped, looked up at the sky, only to see that the sky was still blue, but he couldn't see the white clouds and the sun. The Poison King raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and suddenly heard the sound of "Gada, Gada" ringing in his ears again, and he paid attention to look in the direction from which the sound came.

When the Poison King looked up in the direction where the voice came from, he was startled at first, and when he woke up, his heart calmed down. It turned out that on the tree pole around where the poison king was, there were actually seven or eight wild monkeys, some of them holding branches and looking directly at him, some sitting on the branches and looking directly at him, some squatting between the branches and leaves and looking at him directly, and some looking directly at him while picking their teeth with branches.

"It turned out to be a bunch of wild monkeys!"

At first, the Poison King just said to himself, wanting to continue walking, but at this moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "Why are these monkeys staring at him intently?" ”

The poison king turned his head nervously, and looked at the seven or eight wild monkeys again, and sure enough, they still had the same eyes, staring at him as if a wild leopard were looking at its prey.

The poison king secretly sighed that it was not good, and thought: "Don't be that these wild monkeys are tired of eating fruits and vegetarian food for a long time, and they want to make a meat dish for me today!" ”

Although the poison king's heart was already up and down, he couldn't speed up his feet, for fear that if those wild monkeys detected that he wanted to escape, if they attacked him at the same time, he would definitely be overwhelmed; Even if the wheel battle attacked him, he had no chance of fighting back. At present, there is only one way for the Poison King, and that is to evacuate quietly and quickly and leave this mountain forest.

The Poison King pretended to be calm and walked forward, while reaching into his arms and holding the poison pill he was carrying, preparing for a defense, hoping that he could successfully get out of this mountain forest.

But after walking for a while, the Poison King heard a lot of dense "Gada" sounds all around.

Hearing this voice, the Poison King's heart collapsed to the extreme, and although he didn't want to face it, he had to face it and look in the direction from which the voice came.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the Poison King only felt even more collapsed - just around the Poison King, he saw hundreds of monkeys gathered on the branches, on the tree poles, in the tree holes, between the branches and leaves, on the rocks, on the hillside, on the grass, and among the grasses, and these hundreds of monkeys were all one action: motionless and engrossed in watching the Poison King's every move.

The Poison King looked at this group of monkeys, although he felt frightened, but he couldn't help but wonder: "Why do so many monkeys gather together just to eat a skinny old man like me?" Is this little piece of meat enough for them? ”

It was clear that the group of monkeys was blocking the path of the Poison King. In the face of so many monkeys, although the poison king was afraid in his heart, he also knew that fear alone could not save his life. As a result, the Poison King, who reached into his arms with his right hand and held the poison pill, had quietly puffed up his strength: "As long as they dare to come and eat me, I will use the poison pill against them!" ”

Just as the Poison King was planning to do this, he suddenly felt a heavy object jump on his shoulder. The Poison King screamed bitterly in his heart: it must be the monkeys who have begun to attack him. He hurriedly took out his right hand that was holding the poison pill in his arms, and was about to throw the poison pill in his hand at the monkey that attacked him, when he suddenly felt unbearable pain in the wrist of his right hand, and he couldn't hold back it for a while, and actually let go of the poison pill in his hand. The Poison King hurriedly looked towards his right hand, only to realize that it was another monkey that suddenly attacked and bit his wrist.

The Poison King didn't care about the bleeding on his right wrist, but continued to fight the monkeys.

But in this evenly matched situation, it is obvious that the Poison King is already outnumbered. He couldn't tell how many monkeys were restraining his feet, thighs, and arms, and even if he raised his leg and kicked the monkey and punched the monkey, they would pounce again.

Some of the monkeys that climbed on top of the poison king's head covered the poison king's eyes with their paws, some grabbed his neck tightly with two paws, and some lifted his mask.

Attacked by hundreds of monkeys, how could the poison king still stand, his body had already been pressed to the ground by the monkeys, his feet and hands were restrained by the monkeys, and he couldn't move.

But in addition to the horror, there was another thing that surprised the poison king even more, that is, the group of monkeys who studied his head actually broke his mouth one after another, and put their paws in to pick something between his teeth.

At first, the Poison King didn't care about this detail, all he knew was that the mountains and seas of monkeys had pushed him to the ground like a giant mountain to play with him, and inexplicably continued to suppress him under the leadership of a monkey who liked to touch his teeth.

After a few monkey paws broke open his mouth, and a macaque looked at the teeth in his mouth seriously, and finally pulled something out of his mouth with a "hiss" as if he had discovered something, the poison king suddenly realized: "It turns out that what they want is that silk thread." ”

As expected, when the monkey who got the silk thread left the body of the poison king, the group of monkeys that suppressed the poison king also let go of the poison king, and quickly dispersed one by one, climbing the trees to climb the trees, and entering the jungle into the jungle, and those who had no shadow also lost their traces.

Watching the fierce monkeys gradually disperse, although the Poison King's heart was shocked, it was still very strange: "Why do these monkeys want to get the 'treasure' given by the mysterious hermit?" ”

The poisonous king, who was in pain and his legs were weak and numb, staggered to his feet, and there was still a strange feeling in his heart: "That silk thread looks very familiar, it doesn't seem to be an ordinary silk thread, what is that ......?"

As soon as the poison king raised his eyes, he inadvertently noticed the feathers on a bird that was stained on the branches, and when he saw this feather, the poison king suddenly woke up: "I remember, it doesn't look like a silk thread, but more like a hairy ...... on an animal."

As soon as the Poison King thought of this, he saw something on the grass again without paying attention, but when he saw it, he was more frightened than when he saw the monkeys, because it was not something else, but a black broken mask, the mask that the Poison King wore on his face, and it was when he fought with the monkeys that the monkeys snatched it and ripped it off.

Seeing that the mask on the ground had already been damaged and torn apart, even though the Poison King stepped forward and wanted to pick it up, he could only pick up the fragments.

The Poison King trembled inwardly holding the fragment of the mask, and his mind once again remembered the heartfelt message of the world: "Wear a mask wherever you go, or the curse of the god of liberty will not leave you......"

The Poison King held the fragment of the mask in his hand and stared dumbly, knowing that the curse of the god of liberty was coming. At this moment, a light wind blew in his ears, although it was just wind, but his heart was still "thumping", he felt that it was not the wind, but an invisible axe hand holding a tough knife aimed at his neck.

The wind behind him didn't know what it was blowing, and it actually made a strange "swish" sound.

The Poison King involuntarily threw away the fragments of his mask, stood up straight, and slowly looked back to see what was making the noise just now.

But the strange thing was that he saw the forest again, the winding forest path still standing between the trees, and the last heartfelt words of the world's Hedu were still on the last tree pole: "If you don't go to the Valley of Sighs, you will regret it!" ”

The Poison King suddenly realized: "It turns out that this forest full of heartfelt complaints is not a phantom. ”

The Poison King looked at his feet again, looking at the place where he was standing and the woods, and his heart was already gloomy: "It turns out that this monkey mountain is a phantom. ”

Although the Poison King woke up, it was too late, for the position where he stood was neither in the woods, nor at the edge of the woods, nor in the Monkey Mountain, but in a cliff in the woods. And to make matters worse, he was now standing in the air a hundred meters away from that cliff, and beneath his feet was a bottomless abyss.

At this time, the poison king finally understood that he had been fighting the monkeys in the air without any support.

But it was too late, and the air finally couldn't support the heavy body of the Poison King, and the Poison King still fell into the abyss at the moment of sudden realization.