Chapter Seventy-One: The Mandrill
He Weitong frowned, and the exercises in his body were running immediately, waiting for accidents that might arise at any time.
Even though there is an element of his carelessness in it, but he doesn't feel it at all, it's worth pondering, and it's been several hours since it got down after dark, and he doesn't know when he got started.
Who is controlling it secretly, whether it is a demon or a mountain spirit.
This place is close to the bottle mountain, the medicinal gas is pervasive, and the snakes and insects are easy to become sperm.
Bottle Mountain has a history of thousands of years, even if a big demon suddenly pops up, he doesn't feel strange, but this secret is a little headache.
"Da !!"
Listening to the sound of rain in his ears, He Weitong's mood was a little irritable.
It's a problem that this person in the dark hasn't shown up.
Helpless, He Weitong had to rely on himself to find out the location of the demon.
Of course, it is also possible that he guessed wrong, there is no one else in the background to make ghosts, the reason why he can't go out may be caused by the terrain in this mountain forest, in this big deep mountain, the miasma is raging, and it is not impossible to fuse with the medicinal qi in the mountains to form a natural formation.
He Weitong suddenly picked up his speed, borrowed strength from the big tree beside him, and then jumped to the top of the tree.
He Weitong looked at this boundless black mountain forest, and really didn't know what to do, so he had to give it a try.
But any labyrinth is a deceptive sight, so he decided to walk on the top of the tree, so that there is no possibility of misunderstanding the way.
Standing on the top of the tree, you can see the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest, as long as you walk in one direction, you can definitely go out.
This is a temptation method for He Weitong, it is good to be able to go out, and if you can't get out, you can also persecute people in the dark.
He Weitong is not afraid of demons, but he is afraid that this monster will hide in the dark and not come out.
He Weitong released all his spiritual power, but the information he got from the feedback was either the sound of rain, or the trivial sound of rats and rabbits in a certain hole, and there was nothing abnormal at all.
Although He Weitong has stepped into the transcendent realm, the means in his hands are relatively poor, and he has nothing but strength.
He was never afraid of the opponent he could see, but the opponent he couldn't see was really a headache, and he didn't know how to deal with it.
He Weitong stood on a tree more than 20 meters high, looking down at the surroundings.
"Da !!" The only sound of rain could still be heard in my ears.
He Weitong's brows furrowed even deeper, He Weitong raised his head to look at a high mountain in the distance, and then jumped up sharply and began to run towards the mountain.
He Weitong wanted to observe from a higher point, and he wanted to see if he could get out of this mountain.
He Weitong's figure moved quickly on the top of the tree, like a ghost.
A few minutes later, He Weitong came to the top of the mountain.
He Weitong stood on the top of the mountain, turned to look in the direction he was coming from, and the expression on his face gradually calmed down.
Deep in the mountains, it was pitch black, and the pouring rain added to the silence in the mountains.
Smelling the slightly sweet freshness in his nose, He Weitong's mood gradually calmed down, because he walked out, which showed that everything before was most likely just an illusion.
The reason may be that he smelled too much miasma in the mountains, and the natural environment is relatively special, so a natural labyrinth has formed there.
During the day, there is sunlight, but at night, it becomes a natural maze of sleepy people.
It is difficult for people to walk in the maze, but as long as you jump out of the maze, it is obvious where the road is.
Although the doubts in his heart were explained, He Weitong still did not take it lightly.
He Weitong stood on the top of the mountain and no longer bothered about the maze, but looked at the surrounding mountains, looking for a place to hide.
If he really can't find Chen Yulou and his party, then he can only find a cave to shelter from the rain.
Although He Weitong does not have night eyes, with the assistance of true qi, his eyes are strange and he can see very far.
He Weitong didn't care about the heavy rain falling on his body at all, but carefully observed the surroundings, hoping to get some clues.
Finally, He Weitong found a trace of no light in the southeast direction, and He Weitong was happy.
However, just as he was about to make his trip, there was a sudden feeling of coldness behind him.
He Weitong didn't have time to turn around, so he had to follow the operation of the true qi in his body, jumped up violently, and came to another tree a few meters away.
"Bang!"
The air crackled loudly.
He Weitong stood still, and then he had time to see what it was.
On the top of the tree where He Weitong was, there was an additional creature, which looked like a monkey, with a face like an old melon skin, and his eyes were shining, staring at He Weitong. It is as open as a basin and has sparse teeth, more than three inches long.
"Mandrill!"
He Weitong looked at the black thing in front of him, and slowly had an answer in his heart.
Strictly speaking, this is a monkey, because the mandrill is a type of monkey.
Mandrills are the largest primates in the monkey family in the world. The head is large and long, with a bony protrusion on each side of the nasal bone, with longitudinally arranged ridge-like protrusions in between, with a groove in between, covered with green skin, and bright red between the ridges. The male has about 6 main grooves on each side, and its red part extends around the nasal bone and snout, and this brightly colored special pattern resembles a ghost, so it is called a mandrill, and because of its terrifying appearance, people also call it a ghost baboon.
Mandrills are social animals, with an average of more than 600 in each community, and more than 800 mandrills, and the largest population that has been observed is more than 1,300 mandrills.
But He Weitong glanced around, where were there other similar people.
What's more, the mandrill in front of him is a spirit, and there is a strong demonic aura in addition to the evil qi all over his body.
According to He Weitong's guess, this mandrill is afraid that it has already transformed into a mythical mandrill.
The reason why He Weitong made this judgment is because the shape and appearance of the monkey in front of him have been separated from ordinary mandrills, but are similar to the shape of mandrills in the record.
In Chinese mythology and legend, the mandrill is a one-legged ghost in the mountains. "The Classic of Mountains and Seas, the Scroll of the Sea" contains: "There are Gan giants in the south, with long arms on the human face, hair on the black body, and heels on the heels. ”
The lower body of the mandrill in front of him is almost standing together, with only one leg, although it has two feet at the ankle, but it is very similar to the record.
Besides, ordinary mandrills, such a heavy rain, or at night, I don't know where to run to that hole to hide from the rain, where will it be scary to come out at night.
And night raids are exactly what the mandrills like to do.
"Hiss~~~"
I saw the mandrill raise his hands and look up to the sky and roar and hammer in front of his chest.
"It's still like this, I really don't forget Ben'a!"