The initial experiments conducted by Venusstar Group were conducted on animals.
As a little monkey in the experiment, he mutated during the experiment and gained some human thinking abilities, but his limbs degenerated and he lost the ability to move independently.
Unlike those other brutal and irrational black-haired monkeys, he has a more peaceful personality and even has a sense of good and evil. He does not like fighting and does not have much strength.
So, he was abandoned on Monkey God Mountain along with other monkeys.
Fortunately, the old monkey god picked him up and raised him, and living with him was a small black monkey boy named "Little Radish".
The monkey boy was thrown into the mountains when he was young. He cannot speak human language and his lifestyle is similar to that of monkeys.
The two of them lived together.
Later, the black-haired monkeys thrown over by the Morning Star Group brought pollution to the entire mountain.
The old Monkey God died under the Monkey God tree.
Little Radish took it away and hid in the deep mountains and forests. The man and the monkey tried to survive on their own.
"Shashasha, let's go. Let's stay away from those humans who have contracted with weird things. They are all ruthless and we should not get involved with them." Black Monkey let Little Radish hold him and leave this place of trouble.
"Ahh—" Little Radish opened his mouth and made an unknown sound.
They walked deeper into the forest.
It quickly disappeared.
Su Qingyu and Bai Huo walked all the way to the top of the hill of the old village.
We met several villagers on the way.
Several villagers said that they had indeed seen Zhixu Sanren.
Old village.
As the name of the village suggests, there are very few young people in the entire village.
The small mountain village was so quiet that it was almost dead. Su Qingyuhe walked into the village along the winding bluestone road. The houses in this village were built against the mountain, and the dilapidated earthen walls were covered with mottled traces of years of erosion.
Although there are no young people in the village, every household has photos with young people.
Su Qingyu stopped a relatively kind-looking old man on the road and asked, "Grandpa, may I ask where is the Monkey Temple in this village?"
When the old man raised his head, Su Qingyu noticed that his eyes were sunken and had a turbid grayish-white color, and he was blind.
"The voice of a young person... I haven't heard the voice of a young person for a long time." The old man stretched out his skinny hand and wanted to touch Su Qingyu.
Su Qingyu took a step back to avoid his hand.
Bai Huo stretched out his hands and held his, and said softly: "Grandpa, we are newly appointed forest rangers. We are passing by your village and would like to stay overnight at the Monkey Temple."
The old man shouted cheerfully into the house, "Of course, old woman, there are young men from the village who want to know where the Monkey Temple is. My eyesight is not good, please come out and entertain them."
From the small earthen house, an old lady came out with a cane. She had a limp in one foot and walked unsteadily.
"Young man, oh, it's rare to have young people in our village." The old lady's back was bent, and her face was facing the ground, unable to lift up. She grabbed Su Qingyu's wrist with her hands like chicken claws and stroked her skin with her thumbs. "It's so tender, so tender. Oh, how did such tender skin get scratched? You are so careless. Young people must pay attention to maintenance, otherwise you will become like old firewood like us, and it will be too late to maintain it."