After hearing this, Lu Yu's heart skipped a beat, wondering, if he disappeared at this time, could it be that this old boy betrayed us.
Closing his eyes and thinking about it, there was something wrong with that guy. He seemed unusually low-key and calm all the way. At first, Lu Yu thought it was because of the years that had made this middle-aged man extraordinarily mature. Who would have thought that things would turn out differently? It's going to take a turn for the worse like this.
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated Lu Yu felt. He was so annoyed that he wanted to curse. However, it was not good to jump to conclusions without seeing him. With this in mind, Lu Yu opened the curtain of the tent and looked at the morning sky. Lin Zi.
The red mandrill was seriously injured. Even if he survived, he probably wouldn't have gone far. The white-headed man and the monk both came here for the half-volume of the broken book. If their guess was correct, they shouldn't have gone far at this moment. If it were Lu Yu, he would definitely I will walk into the mountains and make plans after getting the other half of the book. After all, when an opportunity is in front of me, I will not let it go easily.
Go find Mandrill, at least get your own weapon back first.
Lu Yu thought about it and looked at the "Ben Liu" still in his hand. He had mixed feelings for a while.
"Pack your things and hit the road," Lu Yu said, pulling up Qing Yi. The Vietnamese grinned as if he was reluctant. Lu Yu didn't embarrass him when he saw it. "If you want to leave, retreat now. It's all ended up like this." , Mr. Wu and the others won’t be embarrassed. We have things to do that we can’t send you off to. If you want to stay here, that’s fine, or you can go out on your own. Let’s figure it out.”
After Lu Yu finished speaking, he turned to look at Qing Yi. Qing Yi was also a little tired, but didn't say much. She nodded to Lu Yu and walked back to her tent to pack her things. She didn't say anything else, just her virtuous attitude of marrying the chicken and following the chicken. The look moved Xiao Lu very much.
In the end, the Vietnamese decided to follow them. After all, it was easy to take care of trouble in the deep mountains and old forests. So, a woman, a half-disabled man, and a man with serious internal injuries packed up their things and quickly went on the road.
This time, Lu Yu knew Zhang Zhen's suffering back then. Big backpacks fell on him one after another, making him stagger while walking. After careful selection, they threw away all the useless things, but even so, the three of them were still in trouble. I am extremely tired. After all, laying off more than half of my employees at once is a big problem, and the burden on each individual is quite heavy.
The Vietnamese's arms were hung in front of their bodies, making it inconvenient to carry too much. Qing Yi was a woman, so Lu Yu was not willing to let her tire herself. In the end, he discovered that most of the things were his...
Qing Yi was still very cute. She was worried that Lu Yu's body couldn't bear it, so she carried nearly half of it on her body despite Lu Yu's obstruction. Seeing her walking in the front alone with a submachine gun, Xiao Lu, a grown man, felt very guilty.
We were speechless all the way, and we walked for a long time before we arrived at the place where the incident occurred. Because the scenery in this forest is very different between day and night, it took a lot of effort to find it.
They found the gorilla's body first. It was almost noon, and the body had hardened. A large amount of blood had seeped into the soil, dyeing the still moist soil dark red.
Standing in front of this big mountain-like thing, several people were quite speechless. It looked more human during the day than at night, with thick black hair, a mouth full of fangs, and dark cheeks like a monkey. It is much more savage than a monkey, especially its rough and abnormal figure, which is the most shocking.
His long forehead is full of eyes, his short and thick neck looks very powerful, his two huge chest muscles are very exaggerated, and his armored arms add a bit of mystery to his already mighty appearance. If you don't look carefully, you can still see him. I thought this guy was a prehistoric beast that appeared in myths and legends.
"Did you kill this?" the Vietnamese asked Lu Yu, standing in front of the gorilla.
"Yes," Lu Yu nodded, walked around the gorilla and walked forward.
There are two wounds of different depths on the gorilla's chest and belly. The short knife is still stuck in the eye. The silver blade is still shining, and the mottled blood stains are dotted between the smooth lines, giving this sharp blade that represents the silver fox. It adds a bit of roughness.
Xiao Lu stretched out his hand, grasped the handle of the knife, pulled it out suddenly, wiped the dirt on the sole of the shoe, wiped it carefully with the flannel cloth he brought with him, and then inserted the knife back into the deerskin. In the scabbard.
"You should be careful in a moment. The old man doesn't seem to be dead yet," Lu Yu said. He found the last knife in the forest and put three knives in the scabbard. Lu Yu's confidence also increased a bit. The Vietnamese didn't know As for the existence of the Red Mandrill, he asked Qing Yi in a low voice. Qing Yi’s understanding of the Red Mandrill was limited, so he only told the Vietnamese what he knew.
Hearing them muttering behind him, Lu Yu didn't respond much. He put his right hand on the handle of the knife and followed his memory to find the location of the red mandrill.
Soon, the dense forest appeared in front of the three people. The pine tree chopped off by the red mandrill told Lu Yu that the battle location was right here.
After rummaging through the grass, Tsing Yi's backpack was also there, but the old guy Chimandrill was missing.
"smoke bomb,"
The Vietnamese were like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. Everything she saw was novel. She picked up the smoke bomb that Tsing Yi had thrown when she rescued Lu Yu from the ground, and asked Lu Yu with a grin.
"Yeah," Xiao Lu looked around and replied casually.
After walking back and forth, Lu Yu was sure that it was here where he had slashed the mandrill. He lowered his body and looked for it. Sure enough, the large blood stains in the bushes were still there.
"Hey, brother Lu Yu, someone has been here," said the Vietnamese standing on the side of the grass.
"Oh, why do you say that?" Lu Yu was stunned and asked.
"Footprints," the Vietnamese walked aside and pointed to a few vaguely visible footprints on the ground and said to Lu Yu, "Look, these are yours, mine, hers, and there are two more besides."
The Vietnamese said and looked at Lu Yu. Lu Yu nodded and frowned while staring at the footprints on the ground.
It is not false at all to say that thing is a footprint, because it is really a "foot" print. The strange mark made by a sole and several toes cannot be imitated by ordinary shoes. Yes, it leaves its mark That person didn't even wear shoes.
"It looks like it's the monk," the Vietnamese said, smiling bitterly.
"Well... are you sure," Lu Yu frowned and asked.
"Of course, look here," the Vietnamese said, unbuttoning his jacket, and as soon as the zipper was opened, a big black footprint was stamped squarely on his chest.
"Haha," Lu Yu shook his head, but after comparing the size of the footprints, he found that the two footprints were indeed made by the same person.