It is said that Kawashima thought for several days and came up with a way to mix the more than 20 people of the Black Dragon Society with more than 1,000 ordinary people and scatter in all directions, trying to use this method to get rid of the hunt of the invisible hunter.

Pips are good, and for the average stalker, it is indeed possible to get rid of stalking. The Black Dragon Society can also lurk under a certain leaf like a spider, and when it sees an insect hitting a spider's web, it will frantically pounce on it and poison it.

This is just Kawashima's wishful thinking, and it turns out to be stupid to do so. To use a large corps of combat to deal with special forces like monkeys, you can only fight fleas with your fists.

The monkey can still keep an eye on them, in fact, it is very simple, first the monkey has memorized all the appearance of twenty or thirty devils, and then stared at one or two of them, and all the problems are solved.

But Kawashima almost collapsed. I saw twenty or thirty people, but a dozen or so disappeared, and there were still more than twenty people left. As the command organ of the Black Dragon Society and Sulu Province, it is almost impossible to function.

You can't go to the secret den that you have chosen, and going there is equivalent to bringing the scouts of the Eighth Route Army with you. If we can't find this stalker and eliminate him, I really don't dare to say how many of the remaining twenty or so people can escape.

The first thing to do is to destroy all the documents, so that you can keep some of the important secrets of the Black Dragon Society. The other is to take the remnants into the mountain, take advantage of the complex terrain in the mountain, open a large net, and wait for this tracker to hit the net.

After everything is ready. Kawashima took the remnants into the mountains.

Then the monkey followed them and slowly walked towards the mountain. The monkey does not have the joy of accumulating small victories into big victories. He couldn't find Zhuqing, and he couldn't think of anywhere else to look for. Luckily, he met Kawashima, who had fled in a hurry. And he clung to them.

He didn't have to destroy the arrogance of these thirty or so devils. He knew that without Zhuqing, he might not be able to fight Kawashima alone. But there was really nowhere to go, because he was so poisonous that he couldn't go out into the crowd.

He destroys one devil every day, without accidents, and never kills more. Sometimes, even if he has the opportunity, he doesn't kill much.

He was afraid that all the more than 30 devils would be killed, what would he do? He was reluctant to kill too much at once. Killing a devil every day is just a trivial matter and doesn't take much time. The rest of the time he practiced.

He practiced the Heartless Heart Sutra, practicing how to separate the poison of the Poison King from the Phaseless True Qi and control it, so that he could live a normal life.

However, every time I practice, it is a sharp pain of scraping the bones and removing the flesh. He first straightened out the True Qi, guided the True Qi to run slowly, and then tried to separate the toxin by a small bit.

In order to isolate this little bit of toxin, he had to endure a great pain. Like a scorpion sting, like a poisonous snake's bite, like boiling water, like a blazing fire. Every time he couldn't stand it, he wanted to give up, but he finally didn't give up.

Grit your teeth and persevere, let that true qi run slowly, and let that toxin slowly separate. Two or three hours passed, and the pain slowly lessened and finally disappeared. Finally, he entered the state of qigong.

Every time he finished practice, he was sweating profusely. Over the course of a few days, his already thin face looked even thinner. His complexion, which had been fair and ruddy, turned gray and yellow, his hair grew very long, and his clothes were shaved in several places.

He looks like a real beggar.

However, he knew in his heart that every time he practiced like this, his internal strength would inexplicably increase a lot.

"It's such a strange thing, who's going to increase their power? What do I want to do with such strong internal strength? "The monkey himself often sighs, he can't get what he wants, he doesn't want to come desperately.

The only benefit that this internal strength brought him was that he felt more and more relaxed when he routinely went to kill a devil every day.

Now that the devil has entered the mountain, then I will also enter the mountain. Monkey monkey said to himself. He was two or three miles behind the devil. Unhurried into the mountains. He is not afraid that the devil will get lost. If you lose it, you lose it. It's not a big deal anyway.

But his increasingly powerful eyesight makes it easy to find the traces left by the devils. Since you can't lose it, let's follow it.

Before I knew it, I walked more than ten miles. Suddenly, I found that the footprints of the devils were scattered, as if walking in all directions.

The monkey muttered, "Isn't it difficult for me to follow me when you go in all directions?" ”

However, this could not stop the monkey, otherwise how could he call it a monkey. He plucked a leaf from the tree and said, "O leaf, you decide, and I will go wherever the tip of your leaf goes." ”

He raised his hand and pointed to it, and the leaves swirled down in the slight mountain breeze. The tip of the leaf is pointing northwest.

The monkey found a footprint in the mountain meadow and said, "All right, it's you." I'm sorry, this is the leaf assigned me to find you, what do you complain about, you say to the leaf. ”

Speaking of light work, there was a "whoosh" sound, and it was already dozens of meters away.

Follow those footprints. After crossing the two hills, the monkey's eyes spotted a flash of gunfire 500 meters to the east.

The monkey knew that it would take about a second for the bullet to fly. Unhurriedly, flash behind a large tree. muttered: "It's not your turn tonight, what's the hurry?" ”

One side continued to sweep in a northwesterly direction. It seems that he has no intention of choosing the path, but the devil who shot the gun can no longer see the monkey.

The monkey was away from home for more than a year. Spend almost half of his time fighting in the mountains. Fighting in the mountains, monkeys are much more familiar than devils.

After walking two or three miles, the monkey found that the footprints were going up the hill. He looked at the top of the mountain, and near the top of the mountain, a large stone grew.

The monkey said, "Good place! "If you lie in ambush behind that big rock, you can observe a range of almost 300 degrees in front of you. And there is a mountain behind him, so he is not afraid of bullets.

The monkey suddenly quickened his pace, and the figure disappeared in a flash.

There really was a devil lying in ambush behind the big rock. He seemed to feel as if there was a figure shaking in front of him, but there was nothing in the blink of an eye, maybe he was too nervous, right?

By this time the monkey had come to the hill behind him. Look at the devil with a rifle, nervously scanning the mountains and forests in front of him. I couldn't help but want to laugh: "Stupid, you don't even look at the place where there are people, and where you desperately look where there is no one." ”

"I'm here." The monkey said lazily.

As soon as the devil heard that someone was talking behind him, and it was Chinese, he immediately realized that the time had come to decide life and death. Before the monkey's words fell, the devil suddenly turned around and pulled the trigger at the same time: "Smack!" ”

But the monkey had already flown up to him, grabbed the devil's rifle with one hand, and slapped him with the other.

I heard a muffled sound, and the devil fell, and then I saw that the head was like a broken watermelon, cracked.

The monkey didn't believe that he would have such a big palm power, so he raised his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it, secretly surprised in his heart: "Oh my God, is this what I hit?" ”