Suddenly, several people glanced towards the tree.

Fortunately, when Chen Cripple and Fat Man came, they each copied a torch, otherwise it would be impossible to see the surrounding things now, let alone find Zhao San.

"There it is!"

The fat man's eyes were sharp, and when he saw a cluster of leaves, he immediately roared and climbed up the tree.

The blue-faced mandrill was probably also carrying Zhao San, and its movements were not very agile, Zhang Meng only vaguely heard the roar of the fat man, which seemed to be fighting with the mandrill.

He held the desert eagle he had been carrying with him and stared at the cluster of violently trembling branches, his palms tense and covered with sweat. Although he couldn't see clearly, Zhang Meng still stared with wide eyes, hoping to capture the fat man's current situation.

"Smack!"

With a crisp sound, a fist-thick branch estimated that it could not bear the weight of the fat man and the mandrill, and simply broke it neatly, Zhang Meng was shocked, and he saw two black shadows smashed down from the air.

"It's the fat man and the mountain monkey!" Chen Cripple whispered.

Zhang Meng's heart tightened, this place is more than two meters high from the ground, if this is smashed down in the wrong position, I am afraid that it is possible to break the spine directly.

However, although the fat man was large, his whole person was like a nimble loach, and he grabbed the neck of the mountain monkey, and pressed on it despite the mandrill's desperate efforts to bite him.

'Smack......'

There was a muffled thud, and one person slammed into the ground. Before the fat man could react, he broke away from the mandrill, and the mandrill screamed, and actually opened its mouth towards the fat man's neck and bit it.

Bang! Bang!

Zhang Meng fired two shots in a row, both of which hit the head of the mountain monkey, and suddenly the beast fell in response, and half of the back of the head flew out, and Bai Huahua's brains were scattered all over the ground. Fortunately, after this journey, Zhang Meng's psychological endurance has increased a lot, otherwise he would have been disgusted again.

"Oh, it hurts me!"

The fat man lay on the ground and wailed loudly, and he scratched a few fingernail-thick wounds on his stomach, but fortunately the scratch was not deep, otherwise the stomach would have been directly broken.

"Don't scream the fat man, what about the third uncle? Where is the third uncle......"

"Hanging on that branch, it's really fucking unlucky, it's actually red, the fat man hasn't known what 'seeing red' means for many years! This time, the damn listened to your son of a calf to fight upside down, and broke the fat man's place several times......"

"Ouch, you Zhang Quede, fooled the fat man to this place where birds don't, you can be regarded as hurting me!"

The fat man saw that Zhang Meng was heartless and only cared about Zhao San, and he didn't help bandage his stomach first, he simply called 'Hit the sky' on the ground.

", stay where it's cool." Zhang Meng couldn't help but feel funny when he saw the fat man's sloppy appearance, but at this time he didn't have the heart to fool the fat man, he climbed up to the treetop in a few steps, and saw Zhao San's body stuck in the middle of several huge branches, and it didn't seem to be injured, so he was relieved.

Zhang Meng slowly climbed over, holding Zhao San's shoulder with one hand, and was about to pull the other party back slowly, he had a headache, although Zhao San said that his body was not fat, but when he was a horse bandit in his early years, his muscles had already been exercised like a stone, and Zhang Meng squeezed out the strength to eat milk and moved a little distance.

"Damn, fat man, have you finished crying, hurry up and help!"

Zhang Meng turned around and saw that the fat man was still crying on the ground, and immediately came out of the rage.

"Get out of your uncle, I have to take a breath when I hang myself, Lao Tzu is so miserable, you still let me do all this hard work." The fat man was furious, but thinking that Zhang Meng really couldn't get down Zhao San alone, and Chen Cripple's old cripple couldn't help, so he reluctantly climbed the tree.

"Damn, I just think that Zhang Quede will not die well......" The fat man didn't forget to curse Zhang Meng in his mouth.

", don't talk nonsense." When Zhang Meng heard that the fat man was scolded as 'Zhang Lacking', he was a little more angry.

"I said Zhang Quede, where did you get your third uncle? I just saw it here. The fat man said in surprise.

"Don't you the calf."

Zhang Meng pulled the fat man over: "Lao Tzu hasn't touched ...... yet"

He turned his head, and suddenly he couldn't say the next half of the words, where was Zhao San's figure in the middle of those few branches?

"I said, you, the third uncle, can you still ride the clouds? Or is there a mandrill here! The fat man asked suspiciously.

Zhang Meng raised his head and looked around, if there was really something to move the third uncle away, there would definitely be some movement.

"Huh?"

Zhang Meng sighed softly, he seemed to hear something moving in the pile of leaves above him, Zhang Meng held the trunk with one hand, and slowly stood up to brush away the cluster of leaves.

An iron-blue human face, hiding behind a treetop the size of a bowl, staring at him, his red eyes looking extremely hideous.

"Mom!"

Zhang Meng was caught off guard, where did he expect that there were still people here, he shook his feet, fell directly from the branch, and sat on the ground with his ass, he hadn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Huh, Ah Meng, fat man?"

There was a slight sound from the tree, and the figure jumped from the branch to the fat man, which startled the fat man too, and the fat man threw his arm in the face without thinking about it.

"You little fat man, your virtue has increased a lot? Are you still here to fight the third master? Zhao San separated the fat man's fat hand and scolded angrily.

", third uncle, are you a human or a ghost?" The fat man was completely stupid.

Zhao San's face turned cold all of a sudden, he raised his slap and slapped his head and covered his face on the fat man's head, the fat man's fat body was inconvenient on the tree, and he had no power to fight back at this time.

"Alas, don't fight, don't fight! The fat man still has to rely on his face to eat. ”

………

The fat man, Zhang Meng, and Chen Cripple were confused in their heads, Zhao San was already a sick mess before, and the whole person was almost going back and forth before the ghost gate closed, why did he look like a normal person now.

After the fat man and Zhao San came down, it took Zhang Meng a long time to react, and the face of Tie Qing just now turned out to be Zhao San.

"Let's go back first, it's not safe here."

Although Chen Cripple was also full of questions, it was obviously inconvenient to be here at this time, he said with a frown.

"Hmm." Zhang Meng nodded.

After a few people returned to the camp, Zhang Meng couldn't wait to ask Zhao San, "Third uncle, why did you suddenly wake up?" ”

"What happened during this time?"

Zhao San and Zhang Meng asked almost at the same time, both of them having a stomach full of questions.