Yuan Ming pondered for a moment, leaned down and reached down with the fire stick, hoping to see more clearly.
The green wolf seemed to be stimulated by the fire, and suddenly roared violently, and his whole body suddenly rushed upwards, clawed the wall of the pit with both claws, and jumped out from inside.
The net and logs above were unable to block it. Green Wolf directly knocked open the logs and fell out from under the net.
Green Wolf's body and limbs were entangled in the net, and he struggled several times but could not get out.
When Yuan Ming saw this, he threw away the fire stick, drew out the long sword from his waist, jumped up and swung his sword towards Qing Lang.
Green Wolf immediately rolled on the spot, dodging the sword and breaking free from the gap in the net.
The moment he stood up, Qing Lang resumed his posture on all fours and bared his teeth at Yuan Ming, revealing a mouthful of sharp white teeth.
Yuan Ming was stunned the moment he saw Qing Lang's appearance clearly.
At this time, Qing Lang had bloody wounds all over his body. Instead of a green light, his eyes were glowing blood red, and saliva was dripping from the corner of his grinned mouth.
Although his eyes couldn't match the number, the appearance was familiar to Yuan Ming.
"Hagon, is that you?" he asked tentatively.
Qing Lang, who was still roaring in a low voice, suddenly showed a look of struggle in his blood-red eyes when he heard Yuan Ming's question, and the dark green luster reappeared.
But just for a moment, his eyes were covered in blood again, and he rushed towards Yuan Ming.
"Did he suffer the backlash from the furry technique?" Yuan Ming thought as he dodged.
The green wolf jumped away from him. Yuan Ming glanced at it and saw that its two hind legs were unusually thick. They were different from the green wolf's animal legs, but more like human legs covered with hair.
Moreover, the hair on the man's legs and feet was not blue-black, but white.
Yuan Ming was filled with shock and uncertainty. As soon as he landed, he was hit head-on by the green wolf that had turned back quickly behind him. He could only drop the herring sword and fold his hands across his arms to block it in front of his chest.
"boom"
The huge force of the collision sent Yuan Ming flying more than ten feet.
In mid-air, he quickly put on the ape skin, performed the hair-clothing technique, transformed into the body of a white ape, turned back, and landed smoothly on the ground.
"Ha Gong, wake up!" Seeing the green wolf charging forward again, Yuan Ming shouted, stepped forward, faced its open bloody mouth, and raised his left arm to hit its throat.
Its thick ape arms caught the green wolf's throat and held its body firmly against it.
The green wolf kept biting and biting, but it was still unable to bite Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming noticed that just now the green wolf only had white hair on its feet, but now its two hind legs had turned completely white.
"So fast……"
He thought about the guess he had deep in his heart, and his heart skipped a beat.
"I'm sorry, Ha Gong, you have to wake up quickly." Yuan Ming shouted, raised his right arm, and punched Qing Lang in the head.
There was a muffled "bang" sound.
Yuan Ming's punch was so powerful that it knocked Qinglang to the ground. After struggling for several times, he stood up unsteadily.
But this time, Green Wolf put his hind legs on the ground and stood upright.
Most of the blood-red color in its eyes faded and turned dark green again. Under the light of the fire in the distance, it reflected a penetrating green light.
"Yuan...Ming..." Qinglang opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice.
Its mouth opens and closes a little slowly, and its voice seems a little vague, as if it is very difficult to open its mouth to speak.
"Ha Gong, answer me, have you been affected by the art of fur covering?" Yuan Ming saw this and asked quickly.
"Yuan Ming, my... animal skin... can't be taken off." Ha Gong, who turned into a green wolf, said with difficulty and bitterness.
As he said that, he collapsed and sat down.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Ming put away his furry skills, came closer, and asked with concern: "How do you feel now, and what can I do now?"
"I've... used it too many times, but my fur-covering technique... can't be removed... the animal skin is already, can't be taken off... I don't know what to do..." Hagun said, using
The claws clawed at his face.
Its sharp claws immediately scratched the hair-covered face, but Hagon endured the severe pain and tore a piece of fur apart, revealing a bloody face inside.
Yuan Ming focused the power of his soul on his eyes, and after careful observation, he found that there were no traces of hair on Ha Gong's face. Instead, every hair seemed to grow out of his flesh and blood.
"Yuan Ming, help me..." Ha Gong, with trembling hands, handed the torn animal skin to Yuan Ming and begged.
"You may turn into a mandrill." Yuan Ming looked at this scene and said with a frown.
Upon hearing these words, Ha Gong's hand raised in the air froze, and then began to tremble violently.
"You said...what, am I going to become...that kind of monster? I..." He couldn't believe it at first, but when he saw his legs, his voice choked up.
When he saw the true appearance of King Mandrill, Yuan Ming actually had some guesses in his mind, but he still felt a bit lucky and didn't want to believe it.
But after seeing Hagon's appearance today, he had to face the reality that the end point of the so-called furry beast slave's backlash would most likely be turning into a mandrill.
In other words, every mandrill hunted by Biluo Cave like a monster was once a living person.
He once asked Silver Cat for confirmation on this point, but the latter did not answer.
There was no need for any answer now. The facts before him gave him a definite answer.
The backlash and erosion of the furry technique will not only bring about changes in the mind, not only will the person lose his mind and become bloodthirsty and cruel, but it will also bring about changes in the body, turning him into a monster that is neither human nor beast.
Yuan Ming looked at Ha Gong's appearance and couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.
Since he was captured in Shiwanda Mountain and became a furry beast slave, during this period, the only person who could be regarded as a friend was Hagon. However, apart from a period of shared adversity experience between them,
There isn't really much overlap.
Looking back now, Yuan Ming suddenly remembered that Ha Gong once told him that he wanted to join Biluo Cave and become a registered disciple, not for anything else, but to regain his freedom.
For this goal, Hagon is also very diligent in hunting animals.
And it is precisely this kind of diligence that allows him to move faster on the road to rapid transformation.
After all, he didn't have the ability to temporarily suppress himself through the incense burner, and the blood energy method he practiced and the hair covering technique complemented each other, which may be one of the reasons.
In just a moment, Hagon's eyes glowed blood red again, and half of the hair on his body had turned white.
Yuan Ming frowned, and just as he was about to control him, he saw that Ha Gong relied on his own will to suppress the blood in his eyes.
"What you said... is true... I might have to... die..."
"Yuan Ming, help me...kill me..."
Hagon struggled to speak.
His wolf mouth has begun to retract and become shorter and shorter, but the hair on his face is quietly growing.
"What are you talking about? How could I kill you?" Yuan Ming said in shock.
"I... don't want to, I don't want to... become that kind of monster..." Ha Gong's tone was choked and his voice was hoarse, which made Yuan Ming feel even more sad.
However, there was nothing he could do to help him.
Although his incense burner is a treasure, he doesn't know how to use it himself. He can only help himself, not others.
The light in Hagun's eyes dimmed and he said: "Let me... die as a human being. I don't want... when I go to the Netherworld, she... she won't recognize me..."
"She?" Yuan Ming asked doubtfully.
"Tuya...is my daughter..."
Yuan Ming also knew for the first time that Ha Gong actually had a daughter.
"She was... born with a heart disease. I... I sold myself to Biluo Cave to treat her..." Ha Gong seemed to have remembered the appearance of his daughter, and there was a look in his eyes.
A little more smiley.
But this smile was soon replaced by pain.
"I thought you were arrested just like me." Yuan Ming sighed.
"I was originally... a servant. I offended... Elder Mengshan. Originally... I was going to die. Later... I found out that I had spiritual roots... and I became a furry beast slave." Ha Gong said.
.
"What about your daughter?" Yuan Ming asked worriedly.
"I don't know...she was just one month old when I left...it has been seven years and I haven't seen her..." Sadness surged in Hagun's eyes, which were already full of tears.
"Even so, you should live on and at least...see her again." Yuan Ming advised.
Hagun shook his head repeatedly and said: "We can't... let her see..."
"I've...I'm about to lose my mind...Kill, kill me..."
Ha Gong's almost pleading tone made Yuan Ming's heart tighten. An indescribable sadness crept into his heart. He couldn't help but think of the Mandrill King.
At the last moment when he regained consciousness, he also begged like this: "Help me...kill me..."
"If... you can leave, look at her for me." Hagun spoke again.
Yuan Ming felt like something was stuck in his throat and couldn't speak for a long time, but finally he asked: "Where is she?"
"Under the largest kapok tree in Qingyi Mountain Miaohua Village." Ha Gong said this sentence very smoothly without any stumbling. That was his home.
Yuan Ming repeated it to him word for word and agreed.
Hagon's eyes finally showed a little smile, as if his greatest hope had been fulfilled.
"Yuan Ming, thank you... give me a ride." After Ha Gong finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.
When Yuan Ming heard this, he held the herring sword in his hand. He had never felt so heavy before. He lifted it up and put it down several times.
He thought over and over again in his mind, trying to find a way to save Hagon, but he had no clue.
The process of mandrill transformation is irreversible, or for people like them, it is irreversible, just like the shackles of fate of the furry beast slaves, once they are put on, it is almost impossible to change.
"Well……"
At this moment, Hagun groaned in pain again, and all his hair from the waist down had turned white.
"Quickly, do it...I can't hold it back anymore..." Hagun said with difficulty.