The miasma leaf forest is hidden in a mist. The trunks of the trees in the mist are crooked and twisted, and they grow abnormally. There is a thick layer of rotten leaves and fruits piled at the roots of the trees. The sweetness is mixed with the rancid smell, which makes people feel drunk.

Song Yun was already prepared. She took out a jade-colored porcelain bottle from her sleeve, poured a few longan-sized pills into her palm, and said, "This is a poison-preventing pill. Holding it under the tongue can resist miasma." The skin on her palms was white.

The pills are greasy and lined with vermilion, which is pleasing to the eye.

Wei Shiqi took a poison-preventing pill, held it in his hand, looked at it, threw it into his mouth, and held it under his tongue. The cool and bitter taste spread to the tip of his tongue. He swallowed and felt a line of cold water.

It slides from the throat into the abdomen, and the spirit is lifted.

Song Yun stepped into the miasma leaf forest first, followed closely by Deng Yuantong, Wei Shiqi, and Yu Yao. The rotten leaves were soft, like a thick carpet, with the shallow part reaching the ankles, and the deep part reaching the knees, and the pink miasma followed.

The footsteps were overflowing, and everyone slowed down in unison, trying to avoid the miasma entering their noses.

Listening carefully, there was no sound in the miasma-leaf forest. Song Yun walked around the perimeter and only saw the monkeys when he reached the northeast corner.

They were a group of capuchin-tailed monkeys, playing noisily in the forest and not afraid of people. Song Yun squinted her eyes and looked at them one by one, but didn't notice anything strange. She raised her green rusty sword and shook it vigorously a few times, trying to attract the monkeys.

The group of monkeys paid attention to her, but no monkey paid attention to her.

Song Yun said to himself: "Monkey groups migrate erratically, it seems they are not this group."

The group of people set out on the road again and continued to search for monkeys outside the miasma forest. They did not leave the forest until the sun set in the west to find a place to rest.

Song Yun looked at the surrounding fields, drew a circle on the map, and clicked on their location. They had already circled to the north of the miasma leaf forest. In front of them were rolling hills, and further to the north was the endless grassland.

That is the grassland of the Koutie'e people in the northwest.

Wei Shiqi took the initiative to go pick up some firewood, and when he came back after a while, in addition to a bundle of firewood, he also brought four hares with broken necks.

Song Yun smiled and said: "The movement is quite swift. In just a short time, I caught the game."

"My disciple is a hunter in the mountains and is used to it." Wei Shiqi quickly lit a fire, washed and skinned the hare in a nearby stream, and roasted it carefully on the fire.

Song Yun and Deng Yuantong had been fasting for a long time and just drank some hot water. Yu Yao didn't have much appetite, so she tore off a rabbit leg and stopped after eating. Wei Shiqi was not polite and ate up the rest of the meat.

The dry firewood crackled in the fire, and the sparks rose slowly, blending into the stars in the sky. Yu Yao put her legs together, her chin resting on her knees, staring at the fire in a daze, her face half bright and half dark, the boundary between light and dark

The constant shaking showed that she was not in a calm mood.

Wei Shiqi thought that after the tragedy of annihilating her family in Qizhen Mountain, her mood would probably never be calm again.

The wind blows from the grassland, making a whistling sound. In the darkness, dozens of pairs of green eyes light up, disappearing and extinguishing, which is a bit strange.

Wei Shiqi added a few dry sticks to the fire and brightened the flames. Yu Yao was disturbed, stretched out her hand to cover her eyes and frowned.

"Something is coming."

Yu Yao looked back and saw a group of beast shadows in the direction of the miasma leaf forest. They stared at the pale green eyes and swayed towards the fire.

Song Yun said: "It's a group of monkeys!"

After a while, the group of monkeys appeared in the firelight. They stopped one after another, grinning, and were timid and did not dare to approach. It was a group of capuchin-tailed monkeys. There were not many in number, including the young and old, less than twenty. It seemed that

They were defeated miserably in the fight and fled. The young ones were covered with bruises, while the old and weak ones were hobbling, like residual fire in the wind, unable to withstand the blow anymore.

Deng Yuantong and Song Yun watched the changes quietly.

After wandering around for a while, the leader of the monkey kings bravely approached the fire, slowly squatted down, looked at the four people, and shook his paw at Yu Yao. Yu Yao hesitated, took out a piece of dry food and put it on it

In the palm of his hand, the monkey king broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. He turned around and called out "squeak" a few times. The monkeys came forward one after another and approached the fire to keep warm. The monkey king handed the dry food to the female monkey behind him and extended his claws towards Deng Yuantong.

begging.

Deng Yuantong touched a pear and threw it to it, and suddenly said: "These monkeys have had contact with people, and some people feed them."

Song Yun's heart moved, and she placed the green rust sword in front of her. The Monkey King stared at the scabbard for a long time, then stretched out his paw to touch the word "Hook Sickle" on it, with a sad look in his eyes. She sighed: "

It seems that the caravan encountered these monkeys, Junior Brother Deng, please take action." There was no joy in his tone.

Deng Yuantong stood up, flicked his sleeves, and a binding talisman was stuck to the monkey king's forehead. It spontaneously ignited without wind, turned into fly ash and disappeared into the night, leaving behind a winding talisman that gradually disappeared under the dark skin.

The monkeys were alarmed and screamed and retreated, but the monkey king squatted on the spot, motionless, his eyes rolling around, not knowing what was going on.

Deng Yuantong mentioned that the Monkey Dynasty was walking in the dark. The monkeys panicked and ran around, not daring to catch up and snatch. Wei Shiqi got up and walked to the monkey group and performed several "Requiem Techniques". The monkey group gradually calmed down.

Shivering.

Deng Yuantong found a hidden bush and put the monkey king down. He stared at it with bright eyes. His left eye suddenly rolled over and the eyeball disappeared, revealing a sallow snake eye with a pupil like a vertical line. It was the one Ruan Jing left to Xiandu.

That "soul-catching eye".

He is also a cruel person, and he does not hesitate to put the eyes of the beautiful python into his own eye sockets, nourish them with essence and blood, and maximize the power of "soul-capturing".

The monkey king rolled his eyes, confused, and lost consciousness. Deng Yuantong chanted a spell, raised his index finger, and drew a black smoke from between his eyebrows, which condensed into the upper body of the monkey king, changing unsteadily and struggling painfully. The memory is like a

No matter how he looked through this book, Deng Yuantong finally found what he needed. These fragmentary pictures of Mianye Lin, Yao Jiang, and Green Rust Sword were enough.
Chapter completed!