"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step!" finally digested those pessimistic feelings, and the monkey stood on the top of the mountain and shouted.

Stretching his legs, he set off.

With little preparation, and despite the canary's worries, he set off.

Perhaps behind this strong action, there is still pessimism. There is quite a sense of tragedy and grandeur that "the wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone and will never return".

Constantly saying morale-boosting things, ostensibly to the canary, but in fact to himself.

Can you go all the way to the three-star cave of the oblique moon?

In fact, where is the bottom of his heart?

There are obviously too many surprises in the world unfolding in front of you, and Yiqiē is not at all what a "Journey to the West" can explain.

It's just that he just stays in this place, he can't advance or retreat, how can he be willing?

As the canary expected, there are wolves in this desert.

It wasn't long before the monkey was trapped on a dead tree in the middle of the desert.

He shuddered and curled up, with a hungry wolf underneath.

These ferocious animals circled the dead wood, constantly scraping the trunk of the dead wood with their paws, and spit dripping from their mouths.

The howl was like a hammer striking the monkey's chest.

Chill.

If one accidentally falls, he will let the wolves gnaw until there are no bones left.

At that moment, squatting on this dead tree monkey felt like walking on a tightrope, and although the ability to climb the tree had been mastered, it still felt like it was about to lose its footing at any moment.

For a moment, the monkey regretted it and wavered.

Maybe he shouldn't have been in such a hurry...... But is it useful to regret at this time?

For three days, the canary ran back and forth, bringing him bitter wild fruits, even if only two drops of water.

From her little dark eyes, the monkey saw that she was tired, but she still forced a smile.

With a slight sour heart, the monkey said, "Finch, I'm sorry. ”

He no longer called her "", nor did he call her "sparrow" anymore, not "canary", but a finch.

This naturally became her name.

"What, I'm sorry?"

"I shouldn't have dragged you along. ”

"What are you talking about? Didn't you say that you want to cultivate immortals, and you have cultivated to marry me? Do you want to regret it? The old lady pecked you to death!" the finch angrily threw herself at the monkey.

The monkey hurriedly dodged the wolf, but laughed heartily, laughing so much that the wolves below were inexplicable.

That sentence sweetened him to the bottom of his heart. Here, too, he is not alone.

On the third day, the wolves, who were also hungry and thirsty, dispersed, and the finch and the monkey found the oasis as fast as they could, and he was saved again.

Drinking the sweet spring water, the monkey who came back from wandering around the Ghost Gate Pass once again stood on the stone and solemnly swore: "I swear, when I have cultivated seventy-two changes, I will marry Que'er!"

"What if you make it and I can't?" asked Finch worriedly.

"You can't cultivate?" The monkey thought for a moment: "If you can't cultivate, I'll go and steal Taishang Laojun's elixir, that thing can become an immortal by eating one, and a girl named Chang'e used to eat this immortal!"

The near-collapsed finch giggled, and she didn't know if it would come true, but she loved to hear it.

It's silly.

It took them more than a month to successfully cross the desert.

Instead of lush greenery, there were deadwoods that looked lifeless, all but a few drought-tolerant plants that had died, and it hadn't rained for a year.

In the lifeless world, almost all the qiē are withered yellow colors, yellow land, yellow sky, and even the occasional greenery is also entrained.

The air was filled with the smell of despair as always.

"Didn't it rain?" thought the monkey, "shouldn't the rain of this world be controlled by the dragon king?

Along the way, you can occasionally see the bones of some large animals such as horses, cows, deer, etc. It was as if the Gobi Desert of Death was not over, but continuing.

"It is said that fire and water are ruthless, and Heavenly Court does not seem to be more affectionate than nature. ”

They wandered through the woods in horror.

There were vultures hovering in the sky, which made it necessary for the monkey to carry a wooden stick with him.

Hawks may not have much interest in attacking monkeys, but they are certainly interested in attacking canaries.

This also directly leads to the reduction of the canary's field of vision, and in order to avoid these ferocious carnivores, she must always keep her distance from the monkeys within a certain range, and can no longer act as a scout for the monkeys.

"How long will it take to get through here?" asked the monkey.

"I don't know. "When I passed by here more than a year ago, it wasn't like this...... There was a human village in front of it, and there were some hunters living in it. We'd better get around. ”

"I doubt that they can still hunt animals in a place like this, and that they may have left long ago. The monkey grinned.

The truth is that the situation is always unexpected by the monkeys.

"Boom-poof. ”

With a piercing whistling sound and a sharp pain coming from his abdomen, the monkey slowly lost consciousness, and in a trance, he felt the finch screaming and flapping its wings.

A figure walked towards him.

When he woke up in a daze, the sky was full of stars.

He curled up in strange posture on the cracked dirt floor.

Beside it, the bonfire was blazing, and the black wood burst into flames with a crackling sound, and on the fire was a broken but not leaking iron pot with boiling water.

In the firelight, an emaciated, ragged man was sharpening his knife not far away with his back to him, with a bow beside him.

"Great...... That's great...... I didn't expect there to be monkeys in this wood...... That's great...... Great......"

The voice was shriveled and hoarse, like a ghost.

The monkey was shocked.

A tingling pain came from his abdomen, and the pain made the monkey sweat all over.

It was a bloody wound, the arrow had been pulled out, and the wound left behind was shocking, but fortunately the bleeding had stopped.

The monkey has indeed become prey, and the one in front of him is obviously the hunter.

He struggled violently, and found that his hands and feet were so tied that he could not move.

Oops! It's over!

After some thought, the monkey decided to speak.

A talking monkey, that must be enough to keep him alive.

"Big brother, big brother!" the monkey shouted, enduring the pain in his abdomen.

The man slowly turned his head, seemingly in a bit of a panic, searching around for the source of the sound.

"It's me, big brother, look here, monkey!"

The monkey almost waved his hand, if his hand wasn't tied.

But the moment he met the man's eyes, he realized that his idea was ridiculously naïve.

The man's face was bloodless, and his body was so thin that there were bones left, like a skeleton.

The deep-set gaze is hollow, and there is nothing but hunger in the eyes.

It was a pair of cannibalistic eyes, and even if it was a person who was tied up here now, the monkey had no doubt that the owner of those eyes would eat him!

The hunter gasped heavily, stared at the monkey for a long time, and then turned sharply, sharpening his knife faster than before!

"It's over, it's over!" the monkey struggled.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him: "Don't move......"

"Finches, finches, is that you?"

"Shhhhhh

"Can you break the rope?" said the monkey.

"I'll try. ”

Again and again, the finch pecked at the rope made of grass with her small beak.

Every time, she can only peck a little, but she doesn't give up.

For a long time, for a long time, the harsh sound of knife sharpening on the opposite side gradually slowed down.

The hunter stood up, lightly dabbling the blade with his hand.

When he looked back, the monkey had understood.

The moment of death finally came, and he began to struggle with all his might.

"Run...... Come on...... Run, finches!"