Zhang Meng didn't know how long he had fainted, and in a daze, he felt that someone was lifting his body.

He instinctively tried to stop it, but he didn't have the strength to open his eyes, and in a moment, he fell into a deep slumber again.

When he woke up, he was awakened by a glare of sunlight.

Zhang Meng opened his eyes in a daze, and his head was a little mushy. Yesterday he seemed to be grabbing someone's clothes, and then he hit a rock, and then he didn't realize it at all, where is this?

"Don't move!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout behind him, which scared Zhang Meng into a spirit.

"Damn, you fat man, why are you here?"

Zhang Meng was startled, and when he saw the fat body behind him, he was immediately full of ecstasy. He originally came to find the third uncle, but he didn't expect that by mistake, he actually collided with the fat man.

"I still want to ask you this, we can't wait to fly out, you kid is good, hit it yourself!"

The fat man looked at Zhang Meng with two giant panda eyes, and couldn't help but smile.

"What kind of fun, it's not that you stinky boy, you tossed us all night and almost killed Lao Tzu!"

Zhang Meng only noticed at this moment that the fat man's clothes were covered with mud, and he looked like a mason, looking unbearable.

"By the way, Ada, is he okay?"

Zhang Meng suddenly remembered why he didn't see Ada.

"That Ada is much better than you, and now he's helping to keep watch. I'm going to rest for a while, if you kid have any questions, go ask your third uncle, don't come and ask me, alas, I'm tired to death......"

The fat man saw that Zhang Meng's stomach was full of questions written on his face, and quickly waved his hand into the sleeping bag, not giving Zhang Meng a chance to ask questions, and after a while, there was a violent snoring sound.

Although he was full of questions, but there was no way now, Zhang Meng looked around, but found that this place was extremely empty, and the weeds on the ground were also very sparse, I don't know if it was cleaned up by Zhao San or others, or if it was like this.

After waiting for about forty or fifty minutes, Zhao San and Chen Cripple finally came back.

"Third uncle, lame uncle!"

Zhang Meng shouted happily, he spent almost all of his days yesterday in worry, and now that he saw that Zhao San and they were fine, Zhang Meng felt indescribable joy in his heart.

"Alas, you idiot, didn't you send a signal to you not to come? How disobedient. Zhao San said with a straight face.

Chen Cripple also smiled wryly, as if he had expected it.

"I said that, right? But fortunately, Ah Meng came in, otherwise without those medicines, I'm afraid my old lame man wouldn't be able to survive this hurdle! ”

After Chen Cripple finished speaking, he rubbed Zhang Meng's head, and his face couldn't help but show a little joy.

"Third uncle, tell me quickly, why don't you go back, I'm worried about death." Zhang Meng shouted loudly, looking unhappy.

No matter what, if there is anything, you have to go back and discuss with him first, doesn't this treat him as air?

"Alas, it's not that we won't go back, it's that we won't be able to go back at all."

Zhao San said with a wry smile: "Don't ask first, I know you have a full stomach of problems, and I'll tell you one by one when this pheasant meat is cooked." ”

Zhang Meng helped dig a stove, and pierced the pheasants that had been cleaned with wooden sticks.

At that time in Hong Kong, Zhang Mengte liked to cook, and it was a familiar way to do it, Chen Cripple took out a plastic bag from his bag, took out a few small bags and sprinkled something on it, the fire was roasted, and suddenly there was a fragrant and tender oil fragrance, Zhang Meng kept turning the stick on the side to prevent the pheasant from being burned.

"Wow, lame uncle, you still have such a hand!"

Strictly speaking, Zhang Meng hadn't eaten for nearly a day, and as soon as he smelled it, the problems in his stomach were immediately thrown out of the clouds.

"This craft is not mine, it was taught by your ghost uncle, in the past, the little matchmaker had a bad appetite, so your ghost uncle changed his way to study the delicacies of various places, so that the little matchmaker could eat more......"

Chen Cripple suddenly stopped talking, and the look on his face was a little gloomy.

"Forget it, it's all over."

Zhao San patted Chen Cripple on the shoulder. Although the people in the six doors are from different places, they can form a huge tomb robber group, and their relationship is definitely not as simple as outsiders seem.

"Got to eat? Why don't you call me, haven't you finished eating? ”

The fat man's earth-shattering snoring suddenly stopped, and he let out a pig-killing howl in his sleeping bag.

Immediately, Zhang Meng saw a white ball of flesh coming out of it, and ran to the fire with a rolling belt, and was relieved to see that the work had not yet started.

As soon as the fat man did this, the atmosphere suddenly eased a lot.

Zhang Mengqiang held back a smile and said, "Fatty, your meat is very well maintained!" Fine-skinned and tender-skinned, teach your maintenance method to those yellow flower girls, maybe you can fool a daughter-in-law......"

"Bullshit, the fat man's meat is born, my mother said that when she was pregnant with me, she would dream of Maitreya Buddha, and it must be the Wenqu star in the sky." The fat man stared intently at the roast chicken, swallowing his saliva.

"Your mother dreamed of Zhu Bajie, right?"

Zhang Meng almost laughed when he heard Zhao Sanyi say, and the fat man was unhappy when he heard it.

"You have to get it, there are a lot of you, and the fat man doesn't talk to you like this. When he was full and met the dead monkey, he had the strength to fight with him. ”

"Monkeys? Isn't it the blue-faced mountain god? ”

Zhang Meng didn't react for a while, and he said after a while.

"Yes, that monkey's face is blue, what, Boss Zhang, have you seen this thing?" The fat man said in a loud voice.

"That's not some bullshit monkey, that's called: the blue-faced mandrill." Zhang Meng said.

"Is there any way to deal with this thing? Ada, how did you kill and eat this thing when you caught it while hunting? Is this meat delicious? ”

The fat man's mouth was like a small steel cannon, and he even remembered the meat.

"If you can't eat, you can't eat, and if you eat, you will be punished!"

Ada was startled, and he told the fat man about the habits of the blue-faced mandrill, and suddenly several people smiled bitterly.

"It turns out that there is a lot of origin! I said how could I come across something so tricky. I've seen that kind of real hunter before, what a bear is blind, the tiger king, in their eyes it's all a joke, only they are the kings of the mountain, I think Abba and these hunters are not far apart. Zhao San said to himself.

At first glance, it seemed that the donkey's lips were not in the horse's mouth, and he said it casually, but after thinking about it carefully, Zhang Meng felt afraid for a while. This kind of blue-faced mandrill is so jealous even to Abba, doesn't that mean that this thing has a danger index of at least five stars?

Unlike Zhao San and Chen Cripple's solemnity, the fat man was able to let go, he grabbed a big chicken leg in one hand, gnawed on his face full of oil, and compared with Ada's bragging, which surprised Ada.

After the meal, several people lay on the ground and basked in the sun, very comfortable.

"I'm glad I met you kid, otherwise I would have to bury the fat man, where is the time to enjoy it so much...... the fat man said with his stomach in his arms.

"What's going on?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Your lame uncle was scratched by that blue-faced mandrill, and he was more infected. If it weren't for the antibiotics you had in your backpack, I'm afraid it wouldn't be a good idea right now......"

Zhao San shook his head and said, when they entered the mountain, they only brought some simple dry food, weapons and water, and they all started lightly, where would they have expected so many things to happen.

"Third uncle, why don't you go back when you're injured? I waited in the village for a long time, and finally I begged Abba, and he agreed to let Ada take me up the mountain. Zhang Meng said with some indignation.

"You think we don't want to go out? We've been here for more than a day, except for the mountains and mountains, and every day we come to a new place. I don't know where you are now, and if we hadn't heard your gunfire last night, we wouldn't have been able to find you. ”

Zhao San said with a wry smile.

"It's impossible, did you encounter a ghost hitting the wall?"

Zhang Meng also felt unreliable when he thought about it, this kind of evil thing is generally looking for those who are weak and weak, there is a fat man, the big Buddha, no matter how evil things are, they don't dare to come to the door, right?

"You've read too many novels, haven't you? Where there is a bullshit ghost hitting the wall, that thing is a person's own misjudgment that will keep going around in circles. We're different this time, obviously we've made a mark, but we're inexplicably lost as we walk, which is fucking weird! ”

The fat man said scoldingly.

"How is this possible? Could it be that the fat man remembered the wrong mark and read the wrong mark? ”

Zhang Meng thought about it, this was completely unreasonable, how could this kind of thing happen.

"Bullshit, how can the marks made by the fat man be wrong? When I was a child, I would memorize "Three Hundred Tang Poems", and this memory even scared me! And your third uncle has also tried, and the marks we make have always pointed us in a new direction. This feeling is really bad, the old fucking thinks that there is a bureau ahead, and someone is designing Lao Tzu to drive me inside!