I nodded and followed towards the white-haired mandrill, but I was still thinking about Huzi in my heart.
The two conditions Huzi mentioned for the White Tiger Essence are difficult for the two of us to reach the sky at the moment, and it is basically impossible to achieve them in a short time.
The nine-level soul-suppressing seal is the pinnacle of our Zhang family's magic. It took my grandfather a lifetime to reach this level, let alone a dabbler like me.
However, it doesn't make much sense to think about these things right now. Let's solve the immediate matter first.
At this moment, the white-haired mandrill looked a little miserable. There were more than a dozen wounds crisscrossing his body. His white hair was also dyed red, and one of his arms was deeply trampled by a tiger.
I don’t know why, given such a good opportunity just now, it didn’t run away?
At this time, the fat man also came over. The three of us stood in front of the beast and looked at it condescendingly.
The white-haired mandrill raised his head and looked at me with nothing unusual in his eyes, but when he saw the tiger, his eyes were still full of fear and awe.
White Tiger's oppression is deeper than I imagined.
"Can we talk now?" I asked with a sneer.
The white-haired mandrill bared its teeth at me and was kicked in the chin by the tiger. The beast could only groan and lower its proud head.
"Lord Bai Hu, please spare me, can't I just say anything?" the white-haired mandrill said pitifully to Hu Zi.
Fatty and I almost had our eyes dropped.
Has this person changed? Why are you so timid all of a sudden?
But this was better, so I quickly handed the mask forward.
The white-haired mandrill didn't bother me, which made me look pale.
"Say!" Huzi said through gritted teeth.
"Yes, Lord White Tiger, do you want to ask where this thing came from?" the white-haired mandrill asked, looking at the mask in my hand.
I nodded slightly, feeling extremely nervous.
"Is this a human-skin mask?" Huzi asked more directly.
The white-haired mandrill was stunned for a moment, then shook his head violently, "No, of course not."
I was delighted, "What is that?"
The white-haired mandrill turned its head and stopped looking at me. I was so angry that my teeth started to itch.
Does this beast have a grudge against me?
Come to think of it, after all, I killed its mandrill descendants.
Huzi could only patiently continue to repeat my question, and then the white-haired mandrill said:
"Lord White Tiger, this is made of bone-breaking worms!"
I learned to be smart this time and kept my mouth shut.
Sure enough, Huzi then asked: "What is a bone-breaking worm?"
"Hui Bai - Mr. Tiger, the bone-breaking bug is a boneless bug covered in mucus. Wherever it crawls, it will leave a thin layer of mucus. When it dries, it will form the soft mucus in your hands.
thing…"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief. No matter what, this is good news for us, at least it's not the situation I imagined.
This made me feel a glimmer of hope.
"Yangzi, let's put it this way, this insect crawled across the dragon's face." The fat man said.
I nodded, and a picture suddenly appeared in my mind. I didn't know what happened to Long Shuiyao, so I quickly motioned to Huzi to continue asking.
"Then what happens after being crawled by this bone-breaking insect?" Huzi asked.
"Of course it will make me sick to death. I feel sick when I see this insect." The white-haired mandrill said with a look of disgust.
"I asked you if you are in danger?" Huzi's face turned cold again.
"No! It's just disgusting!"
"What was that white figure just now? Why was it inside that woman's body?" Huzi asked the key question.
Speaking of this, the white-haired mandrill suddenly turned his head and looked carefully into the depths of the jungle. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly lowered his voice and said in a sinister voice:
"Lord Bai Hu, this issue involves Lord Mountain God. Please keep your voice down, but be sure not to be heard by him."
The three of us looked at each other, a little wary of the white-haired mandrill.
The fat man also lowered his voice, "Yangzi, is there really a mountain god here?"
I nodded solemnly, "It's very possible, let's be careful."
Having said that, I once again set my sights on the white-haired mandrill, waiting for its next chapter.
Seeing that we were very cooperative, the white-haired mandrill breathed a sigh of relief and continued to lower his voice and said:
"That white figure has a great background. She is the wife of Lord Mountain God. But I have never seen their specific appearance, because they are actually you humans."
"Human?"
The three of us looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
Originally, I was surprised that there was a mountain god, but I didn't expect that this mountain god was also a womanizer and actually married a wife, and she was a human woman.
I have to say that this is quite a lot of information!
"What do you mean, this is not a person anymore?" Fatty was keenly aware of the details in the message.
"No, they are two people. One likes to wear white clothes and the other likes to wear black clothes, but I have never seen the specific appearance." said the white-haired mandrill.
My heart suddenly moved, and I thought of the two hooded weirdos in Zhou Qingyang's team. One of them was wearing white clothes, and the other was wearing black clothes. They gave me an extremely eerie feeling.
There can't be such a coincidence in this world, right?
The more I think about it, the more I feel that the identities of these two people are a bit strange. Could it be that they are the ladies of the mountain god mentioned in this beast?
However, Huzi obviously didn't believe his words. The short knife suddenly appeared in his hand and was directly pressed under the white-haired mandrill's neck.
"You are still not honest. If you dare to tell any lies again, I will cut your throat right away."
Faced with Hu Zi's ferocious appearance, the white-haired mandrill actually showed a look of grievance on his face.
"What I said is true. I also met them once eighteen years ago. They were wearing black and white clothes at that time. I only know that they have the ability to enter people's dreams and control them through dreams.
Control, once controlled by them, they will act completely according to their orders! That woman is controlled by them." The white-haired mandrill pointed at the corpse next to him.
"Is there such a thing?" Huzi was surprised.
"But in this case, why don't they directly control Mr. Long, but instead get a bug mask?" Fatty asked.
"I don't know about that," said the white-haired mandrill.
The three of us look at me and I look at you, but we still can’t figure out what’s wrong with this.
However, this beast suddenly mentioned eighteen years ago again, which suddenly reminded me of my grandpa, so I quickly asked:
"I just heard you talking about an old man with nine fingers. Tell me, what happened eighteen years ago?"