Time passed slowly. Although there was no moon tonight, there were still many twinkling stars in the sky. The light was neither too bright nor too dim. Around one o'clock in the morning, the surroundings were quiet. Zhao Fu also began to move and sneaked towards White-Furred Monkey Ridge.
Zhao Fu moved through the mountains silently, like a ghost, and soon arrived at the place where he had encountered more than a dozen white-haired monkeys. By this time, the white-haired monkeys had retreated, and the ground was a mess, with many footprints and stones and pieces of wood scattered there.
It must have been after Zhao Fu left that countless white-haired monkeys came rushing over with stones and pieces of wood, only to scatter again upon learning of Zhao Fu's departure.
Zhao Fu continued forward, following the footprints left by some white-haired monkeys!
At this point, Zhao Fu did not encounter a single white-haired monkey, because by now all the white-haired monkeys should have returned to their lair to sleep. These wild beasts certainly do not have the same military discipline, tactics, or security measures as humans.
Humans would take turns keeping watch at night, while wild animals generally don't do that; this is probably a matter of various instincts and wildness.
Zhao Fu passed through a clump of grass and jumped onto a large tree. By this time, Zhao Fu had arrived at the lair of the white-haired monkey.
The area in front of us was filled with sleeping white-haired monkeys, both in the trees and on the ground. They were densely packed together, numbering at least eight thousand, and possibly as many as ten thousand.
Upon seeing this number, Zhao Fu had to be careful. Although Zhao Fu believed he was strong enough to deal with several hundred white-haired monkeys, the sheer number of them here was enough to wear him down—the same number of ants that could kill an elephant.
The area in front was filled with ordinary white-haired monkeys, while in the middle, in an open space, lay some monkeys that held a certain status in the troop. In the very center of this space was a nest made of weeds, on which lay a dozen or so monkeys.
One of them was a white-haired monkey, over two meters tall, with black fur all over its body. However, the tuft of white fur on its chest had turned into the shape of a human face, which looked somewhat terrifying. In addition, it had two tails, and the ends of these two tails were covered with gleaming, cold-looking barbs.
This White-Furred Monkey King was definitely a lord-level creature, which didn't surprise Zhao Fu much, because it would be impossible to command so many white-haired monkeys without lord-level strength.
But there was something that surprised Zhao Fu: next to the White-Furred Monkey King's den, there was a rather peculiar nest.
This nest was like any other nest, with its base constructed of stone bricks. However, what floated above it was not some stone sculpture, but a mass of silvery, mud-like substance of unknown origin. This silvery, mud-like substance shone with a silvery light and changed various shapes in mid-air, but it did not have a final form, making it look quite magical.
Zhao Fu had never seen this thing before, but it seemed very special. After observing it from a distance for a while, he couldn't find anything strange about the nest, so Zhao Fu could only shift his attention to the side to take a look.
"As expected! We've gained something else."
Next to the nest, Zhao Fu also discovered a three-meter-tall tree bearing white fruits the size of lychees. These fruits emitted an unusual luster, clearly not ordinary fruits, but rather a spiritual fruit of considerable quality.
After observing for a while, Zhao Fu realized he hadn't found anything and didn't smell any wine, so he figured these white-haired monkeys wouldn't be brewing any monkey wine.
Next came the time for action. Having undergone multiple trials in the previous assassin ruins, Zhao Fu had already reached a high level in terms of movement and stealth.
Without a sound, like a ghost, Zhao Fu bypassed the ordinary monkeys outside and entered the open space in the middle. The monkeys here were relatively densely packed, and they were also stronger than the white-haired monkeys outside.
Zhao Fu carefully stepped over the white-haired monkeys, who were fast asleep and had no idea that a stranger had entered their midst.
Subsequently, Zhao Fu successfully crossed over the white-haired monkeys and arrived at the very center. Once there, Zhao Fu Zhao Fu naturally became even more careful so as not to disturb the White-Furred Monkey King.
suddenly!
As soon as Zhao Fu stepped inside, he smelled a pungent, fishy stench. Turning his head, he discovered that the smell was coming from a lot of white liquid in the grass nest. He also noticed that there were more than a dozen female monkeys lying next to the White-Furred Monkey King.
These female monkeys were larger than ordinary white-haired monkeys, with thick arms and legs, and prominent breasts and buttocks. From a monkey's perspective, these dozen or so female monkeys would be considered top-tier beauties, a privilege that most monkeys wouldn't even have. Don't ask Zhao Fu how he knew this, because Zhao Fu was just guessing.
Seeing this outrageous scene before him—the White-Furred Monkey King having sex with more than a dozen female monkeys— Zhao Fu couldn't help but shake his head, thinking to himself, "Another stallion."
Then, Zhao Fu first went to the Spirit Tree, wanting to pick one of the white spirit fruits to see what it was. But to his surprise, as soon as he touched the white fruit, it made a sound like a bell.
at once!
This startled Zhao Fu, who broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, Zhao Fu reacted quickly and released his hand. At the same time, the bell rang very softly and did not make a loud noise.
Zhao Fu turned his head and looked around. Seeing that no white-haired monkeys had been awakened, he breathed a sigh of relief. However, it seemed that this spiritual fruit was not to be touched, otherwise it would definitely wake up all the white-haired monkeys.
Zhao Fu looked at the many spiritual fruits in front of him with some regret, but there was nothing he could do but sigh in the end!
Then, Zhao Fu turned his attention to the strange nest, but since he hadn't occupied it, he couldn't find out any information about it. If he tried to attack it, the nest would protect itself by releasing an energy shield that wouldn't be broken in a short time. So Zhao Fu could only stand aside and watch.
Zhao Fu was somewhat frustrated that he couldn't touch the spirit fruit or the nest. He couldn't possibly go back like this; that would be Bai Lang of this opportunity.
"I've thought about it!"
Zhao Fu's gaze shifted to the White-Furred Monkey King, who was exhausted and fast asleep after the great battle. After a moment of contemplation, Zhao Fu decided to take a risk and do what an assassin should do: assassinate the White-Furred Monkey King.
This is absolutely a crazy idea, because with the White-Furred Monkey King's strength, he could easily find out. Once discovered, the consequences would be unimaginable, since Zhao Fu is right in the very center of the White-haired Monkey King's lair. If he were discovered, the consequences would be dire.
Although it was dangerous, Zhao Fu decided to give it a try. Fortune favors the bold, and to gain substantial benefits, one had to take risks.
With a light step, Zhao Fu slowly approached the White-Furred Monkey King's den, taking each step carefully. He knew he couldn't rush things; he needed to remain calm as time went on.
Slowly, Zhao Fu walked past the mother monkey lying to one side, and past the areas stained with white liquid.
"Achoo!"