Chapter Eleven: The Tree of Life

  The axe chopped down fiercely on the big tree, cutting through something. A cloud of black air shot up into the sky with a sharp sound. The vagrant stood frozen in place, the cigarette in his hand falling silently to the ground. But He Ming was prepared and took off running as soon as possible.

  He was fast, but the things behind him were even faster! He Ming felt a cold evil wind blowing from behind. In his haste, he turned his head back and was frightened to see a ghostly face filled with anger pouncing on him.

  He Ming felt something covering his mouth and face, extremely frightened and almost unable to breathe, his heart racing wildly not knowing what to do. But a moment later, everything disappeared, he saw the ghostly face screaming in horror, and ran back.

  "My grass, what is this? He Ming's soul has not been settled, everyone says they see a ghost, today I finally saw a ghost. What to do, holding the axe tightly, He Ming can feel a little safer. At this moment, the sky is pitch black, it's already evening, He Ming regrets why he didn't come at noon."

  The ghost face swooped in the air, and after a few seconds, it pounced on the screaming tramp. At this moment, he finally recovered his vocal cord function. But it was too late, he didn't have time to escape for several meters, then his whole body shook, and he fell to the ground.

  What's going on? He Ming cautiously approached the vagrant and received a piece of information.

  This is an ancient evil spirit with unknown origins.

  Visible to the naked eye, extremely fast attack speed, very vulnerable to energy damage. It doesn't think, it only acts on instinct.

  Its attack is almost unavoidable, it will choose to directly occupy the weak or small life, making it go crazy.

  However, it cannot possess strong people and is instead harmed by their robust blood. Once the possession is complete, the possessed creature becomes frenzied and its physical abilities are enhanced. The stronger the evil spirit, the greater the enhancement.

  "Beware, an evil spirit is possessing it, and has succeeded. Consider fighting or fleeing."

  He Ming finished reading the information and was about to escape, but who knew what would happen next, his life was at stake.

  The vagrant suddenly stood up straight, his temperament changing from dull to evil, a pair of black eyes fixed on He Ming; fresh blood flowed from his mouth and nose, but he didn't care at all. Then he rushed towards He Ming.

  "What's clear is that he's furious, yelling: 'Come on, you idiot! Screw your mother! I'm not afraid of you!'"

  He saw that the vagrant was unarmed and had a thin build, so he didn't feel very strong. He swung his axe at the vagrant's arm, and surprisingly broke it with one hit.

  Is it that easy? He Ming's heart relaxed, and he burst out laughing. It was just a straw bag. The vagrant rushed up again, and another fierce axe chopped down on his body. The vagrant couldn't resist, and was chopped to the ground before scrambling back up.

  He Mingxi said, "It's really a grass bag, not as good as this." But the reason is that He Ming had practiced the toad skill, which was particularly strong and bloodthirsty, so the evil spirit was hurt when it possessed him. Instead, he chose a vagrant, but he was a malnourished waste, although the bonus was limited, so He Ming could easily tease him.

  He Ming was playing with this evil spirit-possessed vagabond, he was truly a first-rate, tireless sandbag, no matter if he fell to the ground or was slapped by an axe, his teeth and eyeballs were all knocked out, but he still persisted, simply the best ancient warrior, still alive and ready to fight.

  After playing for a while, He Ming ended this game and beheaded the vagrant with one axe.

  As soon as the skull hit the ground, it rapidly aged, with the surface flesh quickly turning to ash and disappearing, even the bones accelerating their aging, until they were blown away by the wild wind, leaving nothing behind. Only a pile of clothes remained, proving that just a few minutes ago there was a vagrant here.

  He Ming shrugged lightly, without a hint of guilt. This world sees countless deaths every day; otherwise, he would have given 10,000 or 20,000 yuan for nothing - that's the price of a life.

  The ghost flew up from the ashes, it still existed, but it could be seen that it was even weaker and would disappear at any time.

  He Ming swung his axe forward, shouting: "Come on, useless firewood! If you're possessed and hurt me, I'll fight back. You're a ghost, aren't you? If I were you, I'd find a pile of fire to burn myself in, rather than living to shame the ghosts!"

  Facing ridicule, the ghost did not react at all, as if waiting for something. He Ming thought it was already over and found the 10,000 yuan that had just been given to him from the vagrant's clothes, but the vagrant didn't have a chance to enjoy it. The bad taste came again, and he flipped through to see what else he could take advantage of. As a result, He Ming took back the unfinished soft white sand and also found dozens of dollars from the military coat, which he unceremoniously pocketed.

  What a scoundrel! He got someone killed and the body doesn't even exist, yet he immediately turns ruthless and takes away the poor vagrant's only possessions.

  He Ming turned back to fetch gasoline and decided to burn the clothes left behind by the homeless man, just in case the homeless man had any family or friends who discovered his disappearance and came looking for him, only to find this pile of clothes, which might bring trouble.

  After all, He Ming is indirectly responsible for the death of the vagrant.

  He Ming held the gasoline can in his hand and walked back, at this time, a loud thunder suddenly rang out in the sky. He Ming casually raised his head, but almost scared off his chin.

  It turned out that in the sky, there were over a thousand ghostly faces the size of human heads. They were all green-level life forms and were the reason why so many green lights were detected earlier. The ghost from earlier was like it had found its companions, rising up from the ground and charging into the midst of the ghostly faces. Over a thousand ghostly faces let out sharp wails, forming a gigantic ghostly face that resembled a dinosaur's! In the glasses, the ghost flickered with an enormous red glow, actually being a lethal red-level life form!

  He Ming took a deep breath of cold air, at the critical moment of life and death, he became calm instead. Now he had two choices: to resist or to escape.

  He Ming chose the first option, not because he was bold and daring, but because his motorcycle was tens of meters away on the mountain slope, and if he had run tens of meters to get there, he would have been possessed by the evil spirit.

  The ghost was afraid of energy attacks, and He Ming understood this principle in the midst of electric sparks. He immediately poured gasoline on the clothes left by the tramp, lit a lighter, and set them on fire. He grabbed the clothes and swung his hand, just in time to scare off the giant ghost face that was rushing down!

  One second later, it would have been too late! He Ming was still in a state of shock, continuously waving the burning clothes to keep at bay the gigantic ghost face. The gigantic ghost face wasn't very afraid of the flames, letting out a sharp and mournful howl, spewing out cold air as it attempted to extinguish the flames.

  He Ming was so anxious that he went crazy, and wasn't afraid of burning himself to death. He poured gasoline on the fire, increasing the flames, and waved his arms as he fled towards the motorcycle.

  Good heavens, who knows how long it's been since the vagrant last bathed, the smell of his sweat-soaked clothes is simply indescribable.

  He Ming struggled and vomited, with only endless darkness in front of him. If it weren't for the red light in his glasses, he would have been swallowed up by the darkness! This was the strangest day of his life. In the morning, he was complacent, suddenly rich, changing his family's fate, infinitely satisfied. But now, He Ming had to rely on the foul-smelling clothes left behind by a vagrant who had burned to ashes to protect himself and escape with his life.

  Getting too close, He Ming received a piece of information.

  Ancient Tyrant King's Soul. Tribal god of multiple primitive tribes. Evil powerful red light level ghost.

  Its main body is a Tyrannosaurus Rex from 210 million years ago, which was powerful when it was alive and was killed on a heavenly treasure when it grew old. As a result, its angry consciousness unexpectedly remained. After countless years, in the primitive human society, it was worshipped as a tribal god, absorbing the death energy of countless living sacrifices, becoming even more powerful.

  Its attack is extremely fast and cannot be avoided. It can split into countless bodies, lower its energy level, and avoid the heavenly thunderbolt's attack.

  Its possession attack can knock out a 40-year-old old bachelor, dispel your fantasy, you cannot resist it.

  It fears flames and lightning strikes, but is hard to kill. It retains the Tyrannosaurus' combat consciousness, when the situation is unfavorable, it will choose to escape.

  Note that as an extremely evil, extremely large female ghost, it appears on the ground for more than 5 minutes and will be attacked by thunder. So, please escape within 5 minutes, finally... good luck.

  Good luck to me! I'll support you with my life! He Ming was wildly waving the flaming military coat, all other clothes had been burned out, only this military coat was reliable to the extreme, and it would burn for a longer time.

  He Ming waved the fire coat, retreated to the side of the motorcycle, one hand continued to dance wildly, and the other started the motorcycle. It started at once. He Ming was overjoyed in his heart, held up the fire coat high, and rushed out like an arrow.

  After rushing a distance away, He Ming went back to take a look and was shocked. The soul of the Tyrant Dragon King was as huge as a three-story house, and it was truly terrifying from afar.

  He Ming flew up the road at incredible speed, opening up the motorcycle to its limit. He randomly chose a direction and fled without time to turn around. The Tyrant Dragon's soul pursued closely behind, its massive spiritual body being dragged out long like a mop due to high-speed flight.

  He Ming was sweating profusely and fled in a panic. Fortunately, after practicing the Toad Skill, his physical fitness had become stronger, and he could easily control a high-speed motorcycle with one hand, otherwise, he would have been caught up by the giant ghost and killed early on.

  In a hurry, He Ming chose the direction towards Dashan, and after driving for over 100 meters, a large truck came from the opposite direction.

  The driver was a stout middle-aged man who saw He Ming, and after a moment of confusion, he quickly blinked his eyes to make sure he wasn't mistaken. Indeed, he saw a motorcyclist with his left hand raised high, holding a burning piece of clothing, running wildly at high speed, with an expression that was truly spectacular.

  Originally, because I had just come out of the mountains and driven for a few hours, my energy was not very good. Seeing this interesting situation, the driver burst out laughing, his chubby face shaking, saying: "Haha! What a psycho! I love psychos!"

  Then the next moment, the middle-aged man couldn't laugh anymore, because he saw that behind He Ming was a huge dinosaur ghost face chasing after him. The dinosaur ghost face also discovered him. Then, there was no then.

  As soon as He Ming saw the large truck, he felt that something was going to happen. Sure enough, the soul of the Tyrant Dragon directly smashed into the driver's cab. The truck immediately lost control and violently crashed into a hillside. The large logs in the back were broken free from their restraints due to the powerful kinetic energy and scattered all over the ground with a loud crash.

  It's so hot. He Ming quickly threw away the burning military coat, his hands were almost burned red, and the cuffs of Fan Zhi's leather jacket were burnt and started to catch fire.

  He Ming could only stop the car, pat and put out the fire, but he kept looking at the large truck 100 meters away. Once the situation was not good, he turned around and escaped.

  Dark clouds gather in the sky, and the wind becomes fierce.

  The door of the large truck was kicked open with great force, and a "person" walked down.

  He was that middle-aged man, but now he looked very silent, with a cold and ruthless evil, as well as the strong aura of a top hunter.

  He looked at He Ming, and the next moment he rushed over! The speed was extremely fast, the momentum was extremely fierce, after all, dinosaurs, especially Tyrannosaurus Rex, were top-level predators, and without the disappearance of dinosaurs, human civilization would not have developed.

  He Ming immediately took off like a shot, leaving the middle-aged man to chase after him. He Ming laughed and intentionally slowed down his pace, allowing the man to catch up for a short distance before speeding away again.

  You're the Tyrannosaurus Rex, so what? You're a terrible ghost, so what? Go wash and sleep. Now is the era of science and technology. He Ming said coldly, but he suddenly felt that his speed had slowed down.

  He Ming lowered his head and took a look, oh dear, the Suzuki motorcycle had stalled.

  At the critical moment, how can you extinguish the fire?!

  He Ming frantically re-ignited, occasionally turning back to look fiercely. Finally, he saw the middle-aged man's sprinting figure, and He Ming's body hair stood on end. He threw away the Suzuki, stepped on it heavily, took only two small axes, and desperately sprinted forward.

  This is a life-and-death 100-meter dash, middle-aged people only use eight or nine seconds to finish 100 meters, He Ming used all his strength to create a miracle and became the first Huaxia person to run into 10 seconds in 100 meters, and then the monsters behind are not human.

  Grass, grass, grass! He Ming rushed desperately on this road, which was rarely trafficked at night because it led to the mountains and was treacherous, making it easy for cars to fall off cliffs.

  While running wildly, the phone rang again, probably a call from home. He Ming bitterly smiled, what a cold joke, calling at this time, isn't that urging him to die early?

  He Ming only asked to delay for five minutes, so that the monsters behind would automatically hide, otherwise they would be struck by thunder.

  The soul of the Tyrant Dragon has not given up, although three minutes have passed, the gloomy thunder in the sky is getting louder and more intense, like the terrifying weather before a storm, with dark clouds gathering and thunder booming.

  At this sight, the middle-aged man became somewhat uneasy. His eyes, which were filled with ruthless blackness, turned red, and his body shook violently as he continued to sprint wildly. However, a thick, dark aura that was visible to the naked eye evaporated from his body, growing even more intense and powerful. Fresh blood flowed out of his mouth, nose, and ears, directly vaporizing and merging into the dark aura. The middle-aged man's speed actually increased again, almost reaching the superhuman level of 100 meters in 8 seconds.

  He Ming saw it from far away and was so scared that his whole body trembled. As a useless coward, he had never thought of fighting with such a monster. Good heavens, he wasn't Rambo.

  Those who are inferior in strength but still want to fight desperately will undoubtedly die. It's just because of their pathetic personality that they throw away their lives.

  Oh oh oh oh oh! Faster faster faster! While sprinting, he roared with rage. He Ming used every trick in the book and summoned all his strength, using up all the power of his youth, desperately stirring up the potential of his life, just a bit faster!

  In just a few dozen seconds, the middle-aged man ran over 500 meters, while He Ming had only run over 400 meters and was about to catch up with him!

  He Ming, of course, did not know that the black air was yin energy, which was the soul of the Tyrant Dragon accumulated over countless years. Now it was used to enhance the temporary physical quality because He Ming destroyed its hard-won shelter. Otherwise, why didn't the barren land on the big tree become a house?

  Originally there were also residential buildings around, but due to the influence of the ghost, fewer and fewer people lived there.

  Time has no meaning for these powerful spirit lives, and they will not take the initiative to trouble humans. It's easy to kill a possessed life, but it consumes precious energy, a drop of accumulated energy, and energy is life for ghosts.

  Humans have yang energy and blood energy, while ghosts are yin energy. Yin energy eliminating yang is an unreasonable act of the weak overpowering the strong, and killing living people to become stronger is even more absurd.

  The Tyrant Dragon's soul was only for revenge. He Ming did not threaten its fundamental interests, even if he urinated on a big tree, it would not react.

  But He Ming had magical glasses, the big tree was red light, greedy He Ming knew there was danger, but he went back to do it forever. He didn't know the consequences of disturbing a powerful and evil ancient giant spirit.

  But He Ming now understood that the middle-aged man was just over ten meters behind him and might pounce on him in the next second.

  He Ming gripped a small axe in each hand, and even in his frantic dash, he didn't let go. His eyes were ferocious, his spirit had reached the point of extreme madness, and he was being pushed to the limit. However, reason told him that if a middle-aged man could easily take him down, just like how He Ming had easily taken down the vagrant.

  "Ah——" Just as they were about to be caught up, He Ming had a flash of inspiration and suddenly jumped over the crash barrier on the mountain road and leaped towards the cliff! The middle-aged man followed closely behind, and the two rapidly fell downwards!

  He Ming had been to Dashan before, and when he was a young man, Dashan was his playground, so he knew very well that under the cliff was a reservoir. When he was younger, he saw a car fall into the reservoir, and everyone in the car survived. So jumping down wouldn't kill him, but not jumping definitely would.

  I didn't expect this move to be absolutely fatal. The Tyrant Dragon can't swim. With a vengeful heart and being a ghost, it lacks the ability to think. It followed He Ming and jumped down, falling into the reservoir. In an instant, the extremely powerful middle-aged man was flustered beyond measure. He lost control of his body and struggled desperately in the water, sinking and floating unpredictably. All he needed to do was make a light movement with the water to float up.

  But it won't. It's a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

  He Ming saw from afar and laughed, thinking that this monster would destroy itself. At this moment, He Ming thought of the eel, which he had caught on land but was now playing with him in the water.

  "Serves you right, idiot!"

  He Ming threw the small axe over, and both of them hit the middle-aged man's face, but he didn't suffer any harm.

  The middle-aged man's body trembled with black gas, wanting to exit this body. However, at this moment, more than ten meters away, a thunderbolt struck the water surface. Water can conduct electricity, and the middle-aged man's body shook violently, letting out a miserable howl. The black gas retreated back into his body, but he was already desperate, struggling with all his might to leave the reservoir.

  Although He Ming was also electrocuted, it didn't matter. He was overjoyed and the timing couldn't have been better. The Tyrant Dragon's soul lost its fighting strength in water and was trapped inside this body, soon to be destroyed.

  "Idiot, you know the consequences of trying to catch me! Goodbye, you're completely finished!"

  He Ming sneered and swam past the middle-aged man, just as he reached the shore, before he could turn around, a bright light suddenly appeared behind him like daylight! Then thunder rumbled loudly, accompanied by waves of mournful howls! After that, everything returned to eternal silence, followed immediately by heavy rain pouring down!

  He Ming turned his head, and in the scenery of his glasses, a red light shot out from the water, he knew that the good things left by the Tyrant Dragon's soul were not to be laughed at, and he rushed forward and plunged into the river.

  A bright red object is slowly sinking to the bottom of the water, strangely, it seems to have a kind of strange energy that attracts a large number of fish, surrounding it, constantly colliding and competing fiercely.

  The fish didn't fear He Ming at all, but instead chased after the red light. He Ming was anxious and swam over with great effort, grabbing the red light in his hand. Then he hastily returned to the shore, got out of the water, and couldn't wait to take a look. It was an object that emitted dazzlingly bright red light, as hard as stone. What is this? It wasn't easy to obtain, and it almost cost him his life.

  A piece of information has come out.

  Congratulations, you have obtained a Red Light level legendary item: Tree of Life. Value: 150.

  It originated from an unverifiable era, is itself an embodiment of life, possessing the qualities of calming the soul, vitality, and the power of a tyrannical dragon.

  Soul Revival: When a life with a soul dies, there is a 30% chance of retaining consciousness and forming an ethereal body, which protects the ethereal body from lightning damage. One-time burning of over 10g for absorption will nourish the soul, increase wisdom, and heal spiritual wounds.

  If taken once with over 100g, it can restore cell vitality, regain youth, maintain eternal youth and increase lifespan, especially effective for the elderly.

  Bawang Longli: Once upon a time, there was a Bawang dragon that parasitized here. After countless years, it acquired the power of the Bawang dragon. Therefore, those who enjoy the Tree of Life will increase their strength and enhance their physique.

  "Is there really such a thing? My glasses aren't deceiving me. Oh my god, I've actually obtained the most precious thing in this world! A Life Wooden Plank!" He Ming grasped the Life Wooden Plank and laughed loudly towards the sky, this was his most precious acquisition, without a doubt! It's really too great!

  "Hurray, hurray, hurray, hurray. I want to sing a song. Oh oh oh oh oh. My youth is not like a small bird, it will never escape. La la la la......" Although it was raining heavily, the mountain on his head blocked the rain, He Ming sang and danced wildly with the sound of the rain.

  This block of life wood can be said to be a truly priceless treasure. Because human money cannot buy life and youth.

  He Ming took off his glasses and looked down to see that the Tree of Life was a block of wood about the size of an egg, with a thickness of a finger, in a mysterious and beautiful cyan color.

  He Ming thought about the purpose of this wooden life, first and foremost was his mother. She often said how beautiful she looked when she was young, although it could be seen from her sisters. But now, due to hard work and time, wrinkles appeared on her face and her body's vitality declined. It seemed like in an instant, his mother had grown old. He Ming couldn't help but feel this way, it was something that no amount of money could change. But now... He Ming thought happily, let's make it a New Year's gift for tomorrow, he really looked forward to seeing the expression on his mother's face when she regained her youth.

  However, before leaving, He Ming thought for a moment that the innocent middle-aged man died because of him. It was his second life today, but He Ming didn't care much about it. He would have the opportunity to compensate his family later, but what's important is not to get himself into trouble.

  He Ming thought for a moment, then rushed over frantically. No one noticed, so the outcome of this matter was that the middle-aged man got into an accident and mysteriously disappeared. Maybe one day his clothes would be fished out, but what's the use? He had vanished into thin air in the water.

  He Ming thought for a moment and didn't think there was anything wrong, so he plunged into the river and swam towards the exit of the reservoir. He was very familiar with both sides, which were impossible to climb, as they were mountain bodies that were 15 meters high, and only at the end of the reservoir was the only exit.

  It was raining heavily, and it was a cold winter, but He Ming felt quite warm. It wasn't until he climbed up the bank that he felt the chill of the wind. He Ming looked around, despite the heavy rain and deep darkness, he still recognized this place - it was his summer swimming pool, where he often came to swim with his second sister.

  He Ming went to find his motorcycle, hoping it wouldn't be stolen. Fortunately, the motorcycle was still there, with the key still inserted. As a result, he started the engine at once. It was truly fate, the will of heaven destroying the soul of the Tyrant Dragon King. Otherwise, it would not have been able to catch up with He Ming and would have retreated before the heavenly thunder, not jumping into the reservoir together with He Ming, being struck by the heavenly thunder on the water's surface and unable to escape, completely destroyed.

  He Ming rode his motorcycle past the large truck, which was still in the heavy rain and remote area, so it hadn't been discovered yet, and no traffic police had arrived. As he passed by the truck, he found that all the glass was shattered, and the car door was kicked open with brute force, a terrifying power. He Ming only now believed that if he were caught up, he would surely die, definitely killed by being bitten in the throat or something.

  Speechless, hope traffic police can accept it. The car door was damaged in a car accident. Although the footprint on the car door is too exaggerated, there are protruding footprints on the steel plate.

  He Ming quickly observed and dodged the scattered logs all over the ground, then left. This way, he was basically unconnected to it, with no eyewitnesses, the ghost could get in touch with He Ming.

  This is fate, Mr. Driver. A butterfly in Asia can cause a storm in North America. Tomorrow's newspaper will reveal your name, and when the time comes, I'll send 50 million to your family, so they'll have no more worries about food or clothing, and you can rest in peace.

  He Ming returned to the edge of the big tree, where there were still good things and red light flashing, but it was not very strong.

  It's really great, got two red light treasures at once, what should I do this time. He Ming thought excitedly, picked up an axe that was scattered on the ground, ready to continue chopping and taking out the red light. But as soon as the axe touched the big tree, the originally hard-as-stone big tree instantly turned into a rotten apple and disintegrated, washed away by the rainwater.

  He Ming felt that it was related to the power of the ghost, and once the soul of the Tyrant Dragon lost its power, this ancient tree would naturally wither away.

  Under the tree was a pit about 3 meters deep and 5 meters wide. He Ming jumped in to feel for the red glow, because he had glasses on, so he didn't need a flashlight or anything.

  There were still a lot of green and blue lights in the pit. He Ming smiled and first grabbed the red light into his hand, feeling very strange. As he took a closer look, it turned out to be a human skull, but the skull was extremely large, much larger than a human skull. What was it? He Ming still thought that the Tree of Life was such a good thing!

  Here comes the information:

  You found a red light item. Old Stone Age Ape Man Skull. Value 100.

  Is that it? He Ming picked up the skull, turning it over and over, but it didn't seem to be anything special. The remaining green light and blue light were also just bones or stone tools, which meant that this treasure was only a pile of bones after all.

  Is that so? He Ming was stunned in the pit, almost speechless. At this moment, the phone rang, his Nokia mobile phone was really powerful, waterproof and shockproof, which was also the reason why He Ming did not change to an Apple mobile phone.

  He Ming mustered up his spirit and picked up the phone. "Where are you? Why didn't you answer my call just now? It's almost 7 o'clock, come back home quickly to eat dinner! We're having a banquet at Xin Shi Dai Hotel. Hurry back!" His second sister said on the other end of the line, accompanied by the sounds of commotion in the background.

  He Mingdao: "New era big wine house? Alright, I know."

  He hung up the phone and impatiently, He Ming called Huang Xue-xiong: "Hello, is that Brother Huang? I found a pile of bones, they're from the Old Stone Age, ape-man skulls and all that. Want them?"

  Huang Xue-xiong was having dinner when he received a call from He Ming. After listening for a few sentences, the wine and water in his mouth sprayed out. Huang spat out half of his body, but he was usually very calm and rarely got angry, asking: "What's going on? You're so shocked." As he spoke, he ate a piece of chicken.

  Huang Xue-xiong was stunned, turned his head and said: "Dad, He Ming said he found a complete skull of an ape-man from the Old Stone Age, and asked me if I wanted it?"

  Huang Lao could no longer remain calm, spitting out the food in his mouth, and was as stunned as his son. At this time, on the other end of the phone, He Ming's voice continued to sound, "Hello, Huang Ge, do you want it? If you want it, I'll find a bag and collect it for you. Honestly, the ape's skull is bigger than ours, and the bone is quite hard..."

  "Put down the ape's skull quickly! Protect, protect, protect! Collect, collect, collect!" Old Huang snatched over the phone and shouted into it crazily. More than a dozen people stopped their chopsticks in mid-air, staring at each other in shock, seeing the head of the family, Mr. Huang, lose his composure for the first time.