The two finally ran back to the residence, and as soon as they returned, they slammed the door and quickly closed the door.

A few insects that followed closely followed them into the house and were killed by them.

"It really took eight lifetimes of blood mold to meet this group of monkeys."

The photographer was irritable, and he wiped his face vigorously.

Both of them had juice and other things on their faces, all of which were left behind by the monkeys.

Some of the juice was already dry, and it felt really uncomfortable.

"These monkeys are simply haunted, and they follow us wherever we go."

Luo Cheng's face was also ugly.

They had planned to find something to eat today, and by the way, to see if there were any other suitable places to camp.

But as usual, just as they were about to return, the monkeys appeared.

They had been paying careful attention to their surroundings along the way, for fear of encountering those monkeys, but they were still discovered.

The books in the rainforest are so tall and so lush that in many places you can't even get sunlight in.

If the monkeys were hiding high in the trees, they would be hard to spot.

This kind of enemy is in the dark, and I feel in the light, which is really uncomfortable.

"Can we really find other suitable places to set up camp?"

"These monkeys seem to be everywhere, and this island is their world."

"If this continues, I'm afraid we'll have to retire."

The photographer said disappointedly while washing his face.

There was spare water in the house, and Luo Cheng also washed his face and hands.

It wasn't until the sticky feeling had subsided that he felt a little more comfortable.

"No, let's go find the monkeys we helped before."

"They have a good relationship with us, so they should be able to help."

The photographer thought of the group of monkeys who repaid their kindness.

"Yes, yes, but we can't rely on them forever."

"You can't go anywhere, you have to bring a whole bunch of monkeys as bodyguards."

"And although we have helped them, we should not repay them with grace and let them help us against the enemy all the time."

Luo Cheng is a matter of facts.

He also thought about this method, but in the end he didn't think it was suitable and didn't implement it.

Those monkeys have their own lives, and they can't always bother them.

"So what to do?"

"These seem to be getting more and more arrogant, we can't eat and sleep well these days, and our state is much worse."

"We don't need anything else to continue like this, we can drag ourselves down."

"If you retire at this time, I'm afraid you won't even get the top three, and this trip to the desert island will be in vain."

The more the photographer talked, the more angry he became, and the more he talked, the more frustrated he became.

He still coveted the huge amount of prize money, but now he was forced to this point by the monkeys.

Without the help of the monkeys, what would they do against the nimble monkeys?

He was now restless when he slept at night, for fear that the monkeys would suddenly attack, and he would not be able to live a day like this.

"Kill the chickens and make an example of the monkeys."

Luo Cheng thought about it and said seriously.

This may be the last resort, and it is also a very effective way.

"You mean to kill this pheasant we caught for them?"

"Does that really work?"

The photographer was skeptical.

They were lucky enough to have not been out for long before they came across a pheasant, and they managed to catch it alive.

But even if there happens to be a pheasant, isn't the word killing chickens and monkeys just a metaphor, and does killing chickens really have an effect on monkeys?

"Naturally, it works, this is a method passed down from our ancestors."

"Monkeys are agile creatures, but they also have something to fear, they are afraid of blood."

"There are people who tame monkeys, and they use this to capture and domesticate them."

Luo Cheng remembered what he had seen in his spare time before.

"Then let's just kill this pheasant in front of them the next time the monkeys come?"

The photographer asked, half-convinced.

"Well, just keep an eye on them."

"Some people who specialize in taming monkeys are just when they catch monkeys."

"Kill the monkey in front of all the monkeys."

"Monkeys are afraid of blood, and when the blood of the head monkey is splashed on the spot, they will cover their eyes in fear."

"And at this time, the monkey catcher can easily catch the other monkeys."

Luo Cheng said in detail.

"I see, it sounds cruel."

"But I didn't expect monkeys to be so afraid of blood."

The photographer was thoughtful.

This seems to work, so try it.

"Cruelty is cruelty, but many monkey trainers in the past caught monkeys like this."

"Every creature has weaknesses, and the weakness of monkeys is their fear of blood."

"We're not going to kill the monkeys, but it's okay to kill a chicken in front of them."

"Anyway, this pheasant was going to eat it."

"It would be nice if I could scare the monkeys before I eat them."

Luo Cheng's eyes were a little hotter when he looked at the pheasant.

"Giggles!"

The pheasant felt the crisis, even if he was tied up and couldn't move, but he crowed desperately.

The monkey would not stop, and the two waited patiently for the monkey to arrive.

They pay attention to the movement around them, and when the wind blows the grass, they will open the doors and windows a little to check.

In the evening, the monkeys finally arrived.

"There's a monkey in the tree."

The photographer saw two monkeys hiding in a tree.

"Kill the chicken."

Without waiting for the monkeys to make any moves, Luo Cheng came out with pheasants.

Luo Cheng first glanced around, and with his understanding of these monkeys, even if the monkeys were hidden, he quickly found some monkeys.

The monkeys did come, and they watched Luo Cheng's movements curiously.

Luo Cheng placed the pheasant in the open space in front of the house, and the photographer held the pheasant steadily.

"Giggles!"

The pheasant had a premonition that death was near, and screamed in panic.

Luo Cheng picked up a piece of sharp stone with a thin edge and scratched it on the pheasant's neck without hesitation.

"Whew!"

Chicken blood spilled.

The photographer hurriedly took the basin, and the chicken blood was caught without wasting anything.

"Squeak!"

Some of the monkeys screamed, covering their eyes in unison.

It's a special sight that photographers are stunned by.

After reacting, he hurriedly raised the camera and filmed the monkeys around him, which was a rare scene.

A little monkey seemed to be so frightened that it couldn't stand still for a while and fell from the tree.

The big monkey next to it seemed to be the mother of the little monkey, and it was worried about the little monkey, so it also panicked.

It's just that when it came down, it turned its back to this side, and it didn't dare to look at the chicken blood at all.

The pheasant purred in its throat, it was not dead, its body was shaking, and blood was gushing out.

Gradually, its movements became smaller and smaller, and soon it was motionless.

(End of chapter)