The thick and thick clouds seemed like hundreds of wild horses that broke away from the distance, raising their manes.

The sky gradually became dark and shadows covered the earth.

At the foot of the mountain.

General Tiger Demon Yin, who had just cried and begged for mercy, was lying on the ground with a cold body. Its huge human body was gradually shrinking and soon turned into a large spotted tiger about three meters long.

Its skull was broken, its tiger's face collapsed, and its barbed tongue stretched out, making it extremely miserable.

Sun Wukong, who killed his staff, stood calmly beside General Yin's corpse, life and death, one miserable and one cold, forming a strong contrast, which severely impacted the three views of 100,000 viewers.

Until this moment, they had a feeling in their hearts, a feeling called "reality".

It turns out that this Sun Wukong, who has no tight head, is really not the Sun Wukong they remember. The live broadcast room of Journey to the West is not filming TV movies or drama creations. He is the real, living Sun Wukong.

When the audience was shocked by the waves, Tang Monk, who was hiding behind the huge rock not far away, also walked over quickly. He did not look at the big tiger on the ground, but looked at Sun Wukong up and down, and then he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was not injured.

Looking at General Yin’s aura before, he didn’t seem to be easy to deal with.

When Tang Monk was relaxing, Sun Wukong, who had just killed a giant monster who occupied the land, seemed to have stepped on an ant to death, and his face was calm as before, and said, "How to eat this time?"

Tang Seng thought for a while, looked up at the stone houses halfway up the mountain, and said, "Turn it back to the cave first. If you are there to process the ingredients, it may be more convenient."

Sun Wukong nodded, reached out and grabbed General Yin's tiger tail, dragging him to walk.

Although General Yin was dead, his hair, like a knife and a sword, plowed a messy road on the ground.

The audience in the live broadcast room were already shocked by the fact that Sun Wukong beat the tiger demon to death, and saw Tang Monk Tieshi's heart was heartless. When discussing with Sun Wukong with General Yin's way of eating, some viewers finally couldn't bear it.

[This is too much. Why did he beat him to death after he begged for mercy? To satisfy his desire?]

[This tiger demon is a life with wise personality, not a foolish beast without wisdom. Just killing it with just one stick!]

[You are not short of food, and this tiger is not really going to attack you. Why do you deprive him of the right to survive!]

[The law of the jungle, the prey of the weak, although it is understandable, I can't agree with it. If I leave, I will never have a chance to go!]

There are 100,000 viewers in the live broadcast room. It is impossible for everyone to have a unified concept, and there are opponents and supporters.

[A few Virgin Bitches on the floor are sick again? This tiger demon has never eaten anyone? Is he kind? What he said before? Did you not pay attention?]

[If you don’t die when you hit a snake, you will suffer. I am a great saint. If you don’t plan to each other, you can’t stand it, just withdraw from the group by yourself!]

[Elder Tang said before that there will be more bloody scenes in the future. If you like to see it, don’t you go away!]

[Suddenly I remembered... The Great Sage is also a demon! Alas... I was born with the same root and why was it too urgent...]

When most viewers quarreled fiercely, there were also some people with calm minds speaking normally, such as Nangong, the big boss of Journey to the West who had noticed before Tang Seng.

"I want to defend the Great Sage here."

"The monsters in Journey to the West have weak feelings, but they only have kindness to the master who enlightens them and gives them wisdom. They will think that the master who enlightens them is the parents, and the brothers are the brothers and sisters, and they will not think that relatives who are still beasts are relatives."

"If a wild beast opens its own spirit and cultivates into a demon, then he has no relatives, commonly known as a wild demon."

"But there are also some big monsters who are born with wisdom and raised by their parents, such as Red Boy, who looks more in line with the human values."

"For example, the demon turned into by a human, the corpse demon, the bone demon, still retains knowledge about the three views of human beings."

Nangong's serious science popularization brought a little bit of a rhythm, but the quarrels were still the mainstream of the live broadcast room. Tang Seng was a little upset when he saw it. Some things were not experienced by himself, and even if he saw them from a distance, he could not empathize with them. Therefore, Tang Seng ignored them and just followed Sun Wukong quietly, rode his horse through the winding mountain road, and finally arrived at the dam outside the stone-built house group on the hillside.

Here the wind is shining and black fog is filled with it, hiding the stone-built houses on the edge of the cliff.

The entire stone house group is about the size of a basketball court, with an ancient courtyard-like structure, with a roof of up to seven meters high. The entire stone house courtyard is made of irregular strange rocks, abrupt and rugged, with a treacherous momentum.

On the main entrance of the stone house, pieces of white bamboo wind chimes were hanging, blown by the wind and rubbing, making a crackling sound.

Tang Monk rode a horse to the stone courtyard, looked up at the wind chime, and said unexpectedly: "I didn't expect these three monsters to be quite interesting."

When Sun Wukong, who was walking in front of Tang Monk, was about to step into the stone courtyard, heard this, he paused, and then fell down, saying, "Ignorance is so good."

"Those are human bones."

Sun Wukong's voice was like a basin of water, which made Tang Monk's whole body cold. He stiffly raised his head that had just been lowered, and after careful examination, he found that the hanging wind chime was indeed a human rib.

After hesitating for a moment, he suppressed the discomfort in his heart and led his horse into the stone courtyard.

A cold wind whistled, and the pungent smell of blood made Tang Monk frown, and the desire to vomit came from the bottom of his heart. He hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his hands.

Behind the courtyard gate is a tortuous stone road. There are three stone houses directly in front and on both sides, in the shape of a ‘其’.

At this time, Sun Wukong was walking towards the main house to the east, and Tang Monk kept looking around as he followed him.

I saw the corners around the stone road full of flesh and blood residues of unknown origin, broken bones and muscles, and a miserable yellow skull covered with dark and bloodshot threads could be seen.

Tang Monk felt like he was hit hard, and vomiting was about to gush out of his stomach again, but he endured it angrily and followed Sun Wukong into the main room.

First of all, it was a large bed made of white bones, which was made of thigh bones stacked and tied with tendons.

Next to the large bone-made bed, a lamp holder with a skull connected to the entire spine stood steadily. From the perspective of integrity, it should have been torn off alive...

Next to the lamp base is a square table made of ribs, with two cups of skulls filled with coagulation and blood.

Tang Monk's eyes were almost spitting out of fire, and he continued to look around with a cold expression. Soon he saw a large meat with finger bones in the room as chains, spine bones into chairs, and air-dried into jerky meat...

Some of them have monsters and wild animals.

After scanning the entire stone house, Tang Monk's expression was already numb, but when he turned around and was about to walk out of the door, he finally couldn't help it. He directly loosened the hemp rope, held his right hand against the cold wall, and vomited loudly.

At the same time, the audience in the live broadcast room had already stopped quarreling, but was silent, silent... After a long time of silence, someone spoke.

[The crew is filming in the mass grave, right? Those are props... Haha, ha...]

[I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it! Fake, fake, fake, fake! Guanyin, come out! Did you P?!]

[That, I am a medical student, I can see that most of the bones belong to humans... that is to say... these are all true...]

As soon as this barrage came out, the live broadcast room fell silent again, and scattered news was sent after a while.

'Jiji gave Tang Monk five treasures to him' and left a message: "Elder, promise me that if you encounter such a monster in the future, please do not leave any of them, and all of them will be crushed and ashes will be raised. If you can die, you will be more thorough!"

‘I was originally fucked by the people who gave Tang Monk five treasures’ and left a message: “That tiger is just now, please make sure to chop it into meat filling to make dumplings!”

‘Bald Max gave Tang Monk five treasure elephants’ and left a message: “I hope he won’t go to the Western Paradise after he dies because he put down his butcher knife!”

[So this is the real Journey to the West, the part that was not written in the book at all...]

[I probably didn't read the book well upstairs, but I watched too many TV series, and the original work is so cruel.]

When the audience was angry and moved, Tang Monk had already vomited everything he could in his abdomen. He retching a few times and stood up and wiped the corner of his lower lip with the back of his hand. But when he saw the last two barrage, he couldn't help but retching again, but he couldn't vomit anything.

He couldn't stop thinking about the plot about the three demon saints of the Lion Camel Kingdom in the original Journey to the West.

The golden-winged roc eagle, who was the uncle of the Buddha of Tathagata, ate a city king, civil and military bureaucrats, as well as men and women of all sizes and all over the city five hundred years ago, and seized the country of the Lion Camel.

What should the territory look like?

How cruel...

Just thinking about it, Tang Seng's heart was cold.

Just as Tang Monk was retching while he was holding the wall, Sun Wukong had turned around and walked out of the room and passed by him, and said in a low tone: "Just get used to it."

"How could I get used to this..."

When Tang Seng heard this, he was stunned on the spot and sighed for a long time.

The audience also didn't know what to say.

"Elder, can you restrain your bones and rest them in peace..."

While the audience was silent, Nangong spoke alone.

After seeing this, Tang Monk nodded silently. Then he felt uncomfortable and picked up all the bones in the entire stone courtyard, whether human or animal bones, and carried them out of the stone house and piled them onto the dam.

Too many corpses...

It took Tang Monk two hours to collect all his bones and pile up dead bones as high as a wardrobe on the dam.

After piles of dry bones, Tang Monk silently picked up dry firewood from all over the surroundings and placed it around them. Then he lit it with turquoise grass and flintstones. The raging fire quickly ignited, and the gray and black smoke and dust swayed up and merged into the fog, making the fog thicker and the atmosphere more terrifying.

After Tang Monk lit the bones, he didn't say anything, but turned over the horse, lowered his head, and gently pulled the horse rope toward the mountain road.

Sun Wukong, who was standing on the dam, looked back at General Yin who was dragged by him. After a moment of silence, he followed Tang Seng, crossed Shuangcha Ridge and walked down the mountain.
Chapter completed!