At night, the tribesmen gathered around the bonfire to celebrate the successful return of the hunt, singing and dancing.

This hunt was thrilling and dangerous, and it was rare to go smoothly, and there were no fierce beasts or monsters that became spirits.

It is said that there are youkai and man-eating devils in the depths of this mountain, and it is said that those youkai and devils eat people without spitting out bones.

The profession of hunter was one of the most unsafe in this era, and all three of the elder Dijan's sons died from hunting.

The hunt went smoothly and there were no casualties.

And they caught a lot of prey, and they caught so many live macaques.

Macaques are trained to accomplish a lot of things that can make life better for the tribe.

The most common use of macaques is to climb trees and pick wild fruits.

You can also go to dangerous places to pick medicinal herbs, perform performances, gamble, and take care of your home.

The campfire was filled with laughter and joy and happiness, and there was a mood of joy and relaxation.

There is also fear, sadness.

It's just that this fear, this deep fear, comes from the hearts of the macaques, and the celebrants don't feel it.

Gradually, there began to be snoring in the tribe, and there was also a primitive collision sound.

And there is a cheerful, tactful voice.

There was also the sound of anxiously waiting to pace back and forth, and the sound of shrill laughter, and even more 。。。。。。

And yet such a joyous night.

In the eyes of the macaque king and the captured macaques, it was the longest and most torturous night in his life.

Devils are devils!

This group of devils, these devils actually pried open the skulls of those dead macaques, and they were eating the contents with relish.

Devils are devils!

The macaques clung to their heads with both hands, almost forming a circle, snuggling up to each other, feeling each other's fears and enduring their fears.

The immense fear left an indelible memory in the hearts of the Macaque King and many macaques.

These demons are so terrible that they can easily kill any of the strongest macaques.

The macaque king lives in the mountains all year round, leading the monkey herd, and may have eaten some special fruits.

This macaque king's intelligence far surpassed that of other macaques, and he experienced this extreme fear more profoundly.

It is an unimaginable fear, and there is a great terror between life and death.

Seeing his companions being slaughtered one by one deeply shocked the king of the monkey pack.

It's like people's fear of hell.

As the saying goes, there is nothing impossible, only the unexpected, how could a monkey born in the forest think that there would be such a terrifying thing.

The most terrifying thing in their memories is nothing more than encountering those more ferocious beasts.

They will be bitten to death and will be eaten directly.

Usually at this time, the monkeys that are still alive, they have already run away.

They don't see such a terrible scene, they see some powerful beasts, eating other animals raw, and these have no pressure on them, and there is not much fear for them.

But now they can't hide, they can't dodge, they can only watch their former companions being killed.

And this is not just being killed, after death, it was not eaten directly, but was skinned by the devil with a knife, and the flesh on the body was also cut piece by piece.

All the blood was shed, and even the bones and internal organs had to be boiled in a hot pot before they were finally eaten.

Especially the boiling, boiling cauldron in which the meat, bones, and entrails of their former companions (in human terms, their former relatives, brothers, sisters, parents, children, etc.) were churning.

The horror of this scene to these macaques is enormous, and it is tantamount to one of the most horrific tortures in hell imaginable - getting into the oil pot, in the human imagination, is a terrible and cruel thing.

And most of the time, the imaginary oil pot is the whole person going down, not being cut piece by piece, so in the eyes of the macaque king, this is ten, hundred, and a thousand times more terrifying than that.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to be skinned, I don't want to be boiled in a piping hot pot, I don't want to bleed all the time, I don't. No... No... Yes... ”

The macaque king woke up suddenly with a cold sweat in the scream.

It actually dreamed, and remembered, and the memory was so deep, it was very abnormal.

In the dream, Lao Dirang was smiling, with a devilish smile, and still holding the short knife in his hand, and the water in the central pot of the clearing was already tumbling, braving the heat.

Old Dirang had already used that short knife to kill one macaque after another in front of it, one macaque after another was skinned in front of it, one macaque after another was cut off in front of it, and one macaque after another was in front of it。。。。。

Macaques after macaques...

Old Dirang kept repeating to it what he had said during the day, smiling at it, and continuing to talk at it.

The number of macaques that were captured was so much, and finally all the macaques were killed, and there were no other macaques around, Lao Di Rang gently shook the short knife in his hand, and looked at the macaque king with a smile, and Lao Di Rang's other hand stretched out to the macaque king.

The dagger dangled back and forth in front of its eyes, reflecting the cold light.

The macaque king felt that the devil's hand was getting closer and closer to him, and the short knife that ended all the macaques' lives was getting closer and closer to it, and the devil walked towards him step by step.

The macaque king wanted to retreat, to escape, but it couldn't move, it couldn't run, and its neck became tighter and tighter.

It is getting harder and harder to breathe, it wants to scream, it wants to shout: "I don't want to die, I don't want to bleed, don't peel the skin, don't go down to the boiling pot to boil, don't be eaten." No... No... Yes.. ”

The next moment the Monkey King woke up, and it was retreating to the rear, holding the hemp rope wrapped around its neck with both hands, and the hemp rope tied to it was stretched straight, and it was about to strangle its neck, and it was about to strangle it to death.

Luckily it woke up, maybe a little later, maybe the next second it was strangled and died in a dream.

After waking up, the macaque king was still shivering, his whole body was already wet with sweat, and the monkey hair was as if he had just come out of heavy water.

The Monkey King shrunk into a ball again, twisted his little head to look around, and saw the familiar monkey face, but fortunately the monkeys were not dead.

Relaxed a little, and quietly looked at the door of Old Dijan's house, there was nothing. (Ask for recommendation)

The Monkey King retracted his gaze and looked at the sky, there was a round moon in the sky, so the bright moon looked so beautiful, so clean, so good-looking。。。。。

In the past, it used to sit on a tree and look at the moon, but today it feels different.

At this moment, the Monkey King's gaze is becoming more and more intense, and there is a trace of resoluteness in its eyes, the resoluteness to live, and the resoluteness to escape.

This is its wish, and this is its obsession now, and this obsession is getting stronger and stronger, and it is engraved more and more deeply in its heart.

It not only wants to live, but also to live freely, and cannot stay in this place where it may die at any time, and a deep obsession is planted in its heart.

Obsession is a very powerful thing, because obsession can produce a lot of unexpected things, obsession can make a creature unimaginable, and obsession is also an opportunity.