Immortal Creation

Monkey Head Gang.

The bodies of the monkeys were placed in a row.

The gang leaders gathered and looked at the numerous monkey corpses on the ground, their faces were very ugly.

An elder lowered his head, and after a thorough investigation, he pinched his fingers to draw out the toxins from the monkey corpses.

The toxins were extremely black and floated in the air like a puff of black smoke. The air was slightly hot.

"It's the fire poison."

"This is difficult to check."

The Fire Persimmon Mountain was filled with endless geothermal heat, red flames, and fire poison.

It can be said that the fire poison was very abundant. In the period when the Fire Persimmon Mountain was not blocked, as long as the cultivators entered the Red Flame Demon Melting Cave, they would be able to condense the fire poison.

With such abundant raw materials, it was very convenient for the cultivators to make fire poison, which made it difficult for the Monkey Head Gang leaders to follow this clue and conduct investigations.

Yuan Er's face was very gloomy.

He had just mobilized all the elders to explain the current major crisis of the gang. When he was in urgent need of monkeys to show his own value, one third of his monkey pets died directly!

The elders looked at Yuan Er.

Their eyes were filled with worry, expectation and scrutiny.

Compared to his father Yuan Yi, Yuan Er had not been in power for many years. He had not made many achievements and could not convince the public.

Now, the entire gang is in danger. Can this young monk take charge?

"Boss, what should we do now?" An elder asked directly.

Yuan Er thought for a while: "We can't have less monkey pets!"

"If we can't show our value, the business of picking persimmons will no longer be ours."

"Hurry up and search and buy other monkeys to supplement our strength!"

The elders frowned.

"Even if we do this, we can't train these monkeys to maturity in a short time."

"It's better than nothing."

"No, I think impatience is a bad thing. Once the training is not enough, these monkeys will fail to pick the persimmons at the persimmon festival, causing the persimmon forest to explode. Such a result is even worse for us!"

"You may not know yet? There are very few monkeys on the market, and many monkeys near the fairy city have been killed." An elder said.

"There is such a thing?" The others were surprised, and Yuan Er also looked over to investigate.

The elder who spoke nodded: "Recently, the Monster Hunting Association has received a large number of orders to capture wild monkeys alive."

"Even on the black market, they are buying monkey pets at high prices."

Yuan Er narrowed his eyes immediately: "Who is buying?"

"Is this the same party as the murderer who poisoned our monkey pets?"

The elders frowned in thought.

They all felt a chill.

"Boss, someone is targeting us."

"This is a trap, someone is setting a trap to murder us!"

"Who could it be?"

An elder stared at Yuan Er: "Boss, the enemy is bullying to this extent now, so why are you hesitating?"

"Find them and kill them!"

"If the old boss is still alive, he will definitely not hesitate."

Yuan Er's face was ashen, and he almost cursed out loud: "Bullshit!"

How to fight this?

According to the current situation, the force that poisoned their monkey pets is most likely the Frisbee Workshop.

Chen Cha, the workshop owner, is the mechanical monk who designed and manufactured the mechanical fire monkey.

Once the Monkey Head Gang performs poorly in the Fire Persimmon Festival, his mechanical fire monkey will seize the market and win the business of picking fire persimmons, making a lot of money.

Chen Cha is not the key, the key is Fei Si behind him.

Fei Si, the Jindan monk, is vicious and ruthless. Anyone who makes a living in the Fire Persimmon Fairy City for a long time will know this.

Yuan Er was extremely worried. If he investigated himself, he would find Chen Cha.

Then he would be embarrassed.

It is definitely impossible to investigate.

But if he does not investigate, people will feel weak and disappointed. His position as the leader of the gang will be seriously shaken.

Immediately, Yuan Er stared at the elder who proposed the war, and his heart was full of the urge to strangle him to death.

He knew that this elder had always coveted the position of gang leader.

Gangs are like this.

It is not a family, nor a sect. There is no blood relationship, nor is there a master-disciple relationship. The main thing is to talk about interests. Whoever is strong will make the decision, and whoever can lead everyone to make money will be the leader!

The elders are very good at playing tricks. A squeeze puts Yuan Er in a dilemma.

Yuan Er thought quickly in his heart and pretended to be in deep thought: "The focus now is not this."

He looked at the many monkey corpses on the ground: "Many of these monkeys are my uncle's monkeys and grandchildren. Such a big thing happened, I must ask his opinion first."

In an instant, the tense atmosphere of squeeze and coercion disappeared.

Although the old gang leader Yuan Yi passed away, he left behind his spiritual pet-Yuan Dasheng!

This fire-melting demon ape fought side by side with Yuan Yi, started from scratch, and built the foundation of the Monkey Head Gang step by step. Now, it is the backbone of the gang!

When Yuan Dasheng was mentioned, all the elders were stunned.

Most people couldn't help but feel a strong sense of awe in their hearts.

Yuan Er secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave: "Uncle Monkey is sleeping, I'll go call him."

Everyone hurriedly said: "Let Master Monkey sleep until noon, don't disturb his sweet dreams."

But Yuan Er insisted: "It's you, I called him to get up, naturally nothing will happen. Don't follow me, in case my uncle Monkey is unhappy and beats you up."

Yuan Er left leisurely, and the elders didn't dare to follow.

Yuan Er left alone, and his back revealed a sense of smugness.

Many elders couldn't help but complain: "It's really a man relying on the monkey's power!"

Yuan Er went into the tent.

He saw an old ape lying on its side and sleeping soundly.

It was huge, with a thick coat of dark red hair and a very sturdy body.

It was covered with scars of all sizes, which added vicissitudes and sturdiness to the old ape.

Yuan Er subconsciously lightened his footsteps, came in front of him, and gently called: "Uncle Dasheng, Uncle Dasheng."

"Dasheng, Dasheng..."

Yuan Dasheng took a long breath, and in the call, he vaguely dreamed of his old master Yuan Yi.

Yuan Yi came back with ragged clothes and unkempt hair, holding a wooden barrel, and his face was full of joy: "Look what I got back?".

"It's the leftovers from Yanhonglou. I went there at the right time. They haven't thrown it away yet, and I took a big barrel back!"

"I'm so lucky, I'm so lucky."

Yuan Yi ran to the monkey and put the wooden barrel on the ground.

"I gave you a good name! Dasheng, Dasheng, you are so lucky to have so many leftovers at every meal."

When the monkey was still growing, it had a big stomach.

It had smelled the fragrance long ago, and it eagerly dove into the bucket and ate non-stop.

Soon, it finished all the food.

It had just sat down when it heard Yuan Yi's stomach growling.

It was stunned immediately.

Yuan Yi grinned: "Hehe. I've eaten, I've eaten!"

The monkey's cheeks bulged high, that was the last bite of food.

It chewed slower.