White Bone Monkey King

The humanoid monster's crazy mind gradually calmed down during the Calming Tribulation, the bloodthirsty crimson in its eyes gradually dimmed, and the painful expression on the rotten face was also healed.

Next, the humanoid monster carried Jin An through the clouds and mist, heading deep into the wild mountains and forests.

Jin An was sitting cross-legged on the back of the humanoid monster.

According to the charcoal drawing, there should be more than one humanoid monster in this strange basin. Perhaps it is because the basin is too large, or perhaps because the night fog is too thick. I have been walking for a while without seeing another humanoid monster.

Unfortunately, the memory of the humanoid monster in front of him was severely damaged. He still could not find out the whole truth about that year and why the old man turned into a humanoid monster after hanging himself.

Just as Jin An was meditating, the humanoid monster carrying Jin An suddenly stopped. The rotten head on the thin body clucked, clucked, and the bones of the neck rubbed hard. It turned its head to look in a certain direction deep in the night fog.

Jin An noticed the details of the humanoid monster and looked in the direction of the humanoid monster's line of sight.

I didn't wait too long. Behind the mist, a long black shadow appeared... As the ground shook slightly, a twisted shadow of a humanoid monster moved forward in the mist.

Jin An patted the humanoid monster with his palm and motioned to take him over to check the situation.

Unexpectedly, the humanoid monster still stood still.

The humanoid monster shook its head.

Jin An was slightly surprised, and after thinking for a moment, asked: "Are you trying to say that that person is different from you and is in danger?"

Although the humanoid monster has incomplete memory and has forgotten how to communicate with humans, it does know simple body language of shaking its head and nodding, and he made a nodding gesture.

Jin An was surprised.

Since the humanoid monster said it was dangerous, Jin An did not insist on going there.

Under the cover of the humanoid monster's gloomy aura, the humanoid monster passing by in the distance did not notice the existence of Jin An, a living person. The shadow of the huge monster gradually became farther and farther in the night fog until it disappeared.

Until the black shadow behind the mist could no longer be seen, the humanoid monster under Jin An carried Jin An forward.

The clouds and fog in the primitive mountain forest were too thick. Even if Jin An was sitting at a high place with his field of vision higher than the tree canopy, he still could not overlook the complete topography of the basin.

The process of rushing in the vast mist was a bit boring, so Jin An could only chat with the humanoid monster.

Jin An's eyes widened as he recalled: "Looking at you reminds me of an old friend. You both have the same life experience. His name is Aping."

Sometimes he would also miss some of the partners in the ghost mother's nightmare, such as Aping and the little mouse.

The humanoid monster hurried on in silence.

Jin An: "You should have a name too, right?"

The humanoid monster was still silent and hurried on.

Jin An: "Everyone has his or her own name, and you are no exception."

"Mountain..." The humanoid monster uttered a very vague syllable with a hoarse throat, and then returned to silence and hurried on, as if this hoarse syllable had exhausted all his strength and language.

Jin An recognized it for a long time, and then he barely recognized it as the syllable of "山".

"Mountain?"

"Little Shenlong Mountain is the place where you were born and raised. You are born on the mountain... Then I will call you Uncle Shan from now on."

"What do you think, Uncle Shan?"

Jin An said with a smile.

The humanoid monster nodded.

"Haha, then it's settled. From now on, your name will be Shan Bo. As long as you are a human being, you should have a name."

Jin An seemed to have rediscovered the time spent with A Ping and the others in the ghost mother's nightmare, calling Shan Bo over and over again, and the atmosphere was joyful on the road.

"Don't worry, Uncle Shan, I will definitely take you out!" Jin An solemnly promised.

Shan Bo immersed himself in his journey.

If someone were to look face to face with Shan Bo at this time, they would find that the bloodthirsty red light in his eyes, like that of a wild beast, has almost completely subsided, and his mind has gained an unprecedented calmness.

Jin An's appearance and communication with the outside world gradually allowed him to regain his human characteristics.

Shan Bo carried Jin An on his back and hurried on in the night fog for a while, then he stopped again.

Jin An: "Did you meet the same person as Shan Bo again?"

Shan Bo couldn't speak. He kept looking in one direction to point out the direction for Jin An.

Shan Bo didn't move, and Jin An didn't urge him. He looked intently at what was behind the night fog, and heard some strange noises in the empty night fog deep in the mountains.

Ah--

hehe--

Cackling!

"Huh?"

As he looked carefully, he could vaguely see a figure flickering in and out of the night fog.

Jin An was too high off the ground to see clearly, so he asked Shan Bo to take him closer.

Shan Bo didn't move.

Jin An smiled confidently and said, "Thank you Shan Bo for your concern. It'll be fine."

Shan Bo then carried Jin An on his back and continued moving forward.

As he got closer, the strange noise behind the night fog became clearer and clearer. It sounded like the painful and suffocating moans of a person sealed alive in a coffin.

It's like a breath is stuck in your throat and you can't breathe or swallow.

Kick.

Jin An jumped to the ground, and then walked behind the mist. He had seen correctly before, there was indeed a person here, and it was the living dead he had seen during the day.

Because this person also carries a medicine basket on his back, which contains herbs, medicine hoe and other tools. And it is unusual to meet people here. The probability of encountering the living dead who rely on the ashes of incense burners to survive is even higher.

This living dead man was seriously injured and moaning in pain, and was dying.

Half of the living dead man's chest was blown away, and even an arm was missing. He was covered in blood. The blood had dried. From this, it was judged that this man must have been severely injured during the day.

A normal person would have been seriously injured and would have bled for more than a day and would have died long ago, but the living dead in front of him was still alive. It's just that the body without blood is like a dry and cracked river bed. All the organs in the body have failed, causing him to be unable to get air into his lungs every time he breathes. That's why he heard what he heard before, like a person being buried alive in a coffin. Painful choking sounds.

Jin An ignored the living dead staring at him. He walked to the living dead and squatted down to check the wound. He found that it was not a lacerated wound caused by the claws of a wild beast, but more like being injured by a magic weapon and having half of his body blown off?

During the day, the magic weapon...the answer is already coming out. It seems that other people walking in the Little Dragon Mountain encountered the living dead like him.

However, this living dead man was not so lucky and was seriously injured.

If it weren't for the relationship between the living dead, such a serious injury would have killed him on the spot.

"This is quite similar to the Tianshi Mansion's style of conduct."

Due to the severe injuries, the body of the living dead began to appear abnormal. His mouth suddenly opened in pain, and his only remaining arm was dug into his throat without any warning, scratching the throat until the flesh and blood were torn, and his arm was deeply inserted into his throat. Extend your neck a few times.

The blood in his body had already dried up, and even though his throat was severely lacerated, not a drop of blood came out.

The living dead man took out the medicine hoe from the medicine basket, slashed at his neck, and then put his hand into the broken part of his neck and scratched desperately, as if he was trying to scratch something out of his body.

However, half of his body was blown away, and the arm that reached into the broken part of his neck came out of the chest wound. He continued to scratch, but was still unable to scratch out the thing that was tormenting him from his body.

So he picked up the medicine hoe and dug into the stomach, disembowelled it, rummaged around in the rotten stomach with his hands, took out the intestines, and searched the body for a while while roaring in pain.

Seeing this shocking scene, Jin An's face changed slightly. Didn't this scene happen once before Shan Bo's lifetime...

"Could it be that Uncle Shan and his son accidentally encountered the Immortal Chess Game during their lifetimes and took pills made from the ashes of the incense burner?"

"Are those four-legged humanoid monsters related to taking this pill?"

Jin An's eyes turned cold.