This golden light came out of his eyes and shot straight at Han Qianqian, who was kneeling on the ground.
When Han Qianqian raised his eyes, he felt that the golden light was unusually blinding. He tried to use his hand to half cover his eyes to see clearly what was happening to the stone monkey.
But before he could see more, he suddenly felt a sudden movement in the ground where he was kneeling, followed by a relief, and the piece of ground he was kneeling on descended slowly towards the ground in a small quadrilateral shape.
After landing through the layer of earth about two meters back, Han Qianqian’s eyes were no longer just pitch-black incomparable earth.
I’m not sure if this is the case. /p>
Instead, it is an underground cave.
If the cave above the party was called the Water Curtain Cave because it was hidden behind a waterfall, then the one in front of us is probably the real deal.
The walls above the cave roof are almost entirely dripping with water, forming a hard curtain of water, and a small pool of water has formed above the ground because too much water has accumulated.
The ground beneath his feet completely stopped falling, and Han Qianqian thus stood in front of the cave of the water curtain.
The cave was about seven metres in length inwards, and the light of a starry candle flame could be seen faintly inside the cave.
And, most importantly, Han Qianqian could faintly hear some voices whispering inside the cave.
Curious and puzzled, Han Qianqian walked slowly inside.
The sound of falling water was whispering and rustling incessantly.
Faintly, there seemed to be a few monkeys playing in the cave, occasionally looking back at Han Qianqian from inside.
Instead of being frightened, they gave a kind smile as if they had seen a friend.
But in the blink of an eye, those monkeys disappeared again, leaving only a large monkey sitting on a stone platform in the middle of the cave, staring at him with an ice-cold look.
Han Qianqian felt dizzy as he stared at him, and when he hurriedly turned his head and looked back, there was no more adult monkey, but just that empty stone platform.
Suddenly, the sound of children playing came into my ears, and as I looked at the sound, I saw several human children standing on the wall inside the cave, looking at Han Qianqian with amusement, as if Han Qianqian was performing something funny with them.
“Wow!”
Buzz!!!
Han Qianqian jerked through the curtain of water, and after a loud clattering sound, Han Qianqian’s ears were completely pierced by a roar, after which, when he returned to normal, he also suddenly found that the whole cave was incomparably quiet.
There was nothing around, no monkeys, no children!
Even the stone platform was empty, not to mention the so-called middle-aged monkey.
Suddenly, a golden light flashed on the stone platform, and with this golden light, Han Qianqian realised that somewhere on the wall at the front of the stone platform, under the golden light, was a scroll of paintings and calligraphy hanging.
Without hesitation, he got up and went to the side of the stone platform and took out the scroll of calligraphy and painting.
With a flutter of his hand, the scroll unfolded and its contents were a long painting.
There were six monkeys in the painting, and although they were all in black and white ink, from their individual extraordinary manners and stances, it was obvious to Han Qianqian.
They were the six divine monkeys that he had seen and even fought with before.
These six divine monkeys were indeed powerful and extraordinary, and even though they were only drawn on paper, they were still tiger-like.
However, it was not these six divine monkeys that actually attracted Han Qianqian’s attention more than their counterparts, but rather the seventh one ……
To be precise, this should be the seventh one in Han Qianqian’s imagination, because there is no seventh one on this picture.
Of course, Han Qianqian did not think that there must be a seventh one just by his imagination, but there was a stroke of the brush in the picture, after the six monkeys.
It is just a single stroke, which in a way is not even a word, let alone the outline of a monkey figure.
But it was Han Qianqian who felt that it was.
When Han Qianqian decided that it was, the seventh monkey image suddenly flashed in his eyes, and when he saw the seventh image, he could not help but have his pupils jerk open ……
It was actually himself!