World of Beasts: I Can See Their Hidden Stats!

Chapter 301: Monkey Wine and Langur

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the open forest, the firewood was making a crackling.

Next to the fire, a man and two women were naked and entangled together, arousing the most primitive human instincts.

A cloud drifted over and covered the moon.

It was as if the moon was too shy to go to the open meeting.

Angela finally understood the taste of women after her first experience.

That night, when Locke and Hathaway were having their usual lovemaking session, she took the initiative to join them.

At first, she was a little shy.

Soon, she became wilder after eating her fill.

She was like a little wild cat.

That night, the dragon tooth poison in Locke’s body did not erupt.

Everything the three of them did was of their own volition.

When the dragon tooth poison was in Hathaway’s body, it was indeed a problem.

After all, Hathaway was a girl. Although she was a genius Beastmaster, her physique was there for all to see.

The result of indulging in lust for a long time was a loss of both qi and blood. In the end, her true essence would leak out and she would die.

Locke was different from Hathaway.

Ever since he awakened his system, Locke’s physique had far surpassed that of an ordinary person. He was like a human-shaped Battle Beast.

It was even more exaggerated after he had the dragon-snake nine transformation.

With Locke’s personality, even if he did not have the dragon tooth poison, he was not someone who would stop what he was doing.

The poison that was fatal to Hathaway was just a spice in Locke’s body.

The dragon-snake nine transformation technique had the yin attribute to suppress the poison.

Now that it had changed to the yang attribute, it was a tonic for the dragon tooth poison.

At the same time, the dragon tooth poison was also a tonic for the dragon-snake nine transformation.

Back then, when Locke’s inner breath attribute had changed, the dragon tooth poison had exploded.

It had almost killed Locke.

After the transformation, the yang inner breath had absorbed the effect of the dragon tooth poison, and it had more than doubled in size.

Once the dragon tooth poison took effect, it would automatically be dormant.

It would absorb the scattered true qi in Locke’s body to strengthen itself and wait for the next attack.

It could automatically recover and strengthen itself, which was the reason why the dragon tooth poison was so terrifying.

However, for Locke, the internal breath was like an itchy hunting dog.

As long as it smelled the aura of the dragon tooth poison, it would firmly bite at the back and not let go.

It did not give it a chance at all.

Every time he caught it, he would bite down hard and tear off a large piece of meat to swallow to strengthen himself.

This method was actually faster than Locke’s self-cultivation.

To have the pleasure of rapid growth for a long time, he even intentionally let go of the dragon’s tooth poison that had already been captured alive several times.

He would even take the initiative to feed it when it was too weak, just like pigs and sheep.

If it were a human, the dragon tooth poison would make them cry.

What a shame!

Ever since the birth of the dragon tooth poison, he had never been humiliated like this.

When the mysterious fifth rank old man in Mountain City released the dragon tooth poison in Hathaway, it was to slowly torture her to death.

It was as if Locke was filled with hatred to take revenge.

Toying with the weak was what the mysterious old man was most happy about.

If he knew about the current situation of the dragon tooth poison, he did not know what expression he would have.

After the fierce battle ended, Locke started to smoke as usual.

Angela had just experienced a battle and her physical strength had already been severely exhausted.

Lying on Locke’s chest, she fell asleep immediately.

Squeak, squeak!

At this moment, the sound of a monkey came from afar.

Then, he smelled a rich wine fragrance.

This was an exquisite wine fragrance. Locke had never encounter such mellow fragrance before.

“Carry her down, I’ll be back in a moment.”

Locke finished smoking his last cigarette, and his divine hand slapped Hathaway’s perky buttocks.

Hathaway looked at Locke with resentment. She had no choice but to support her sore body and help Locke and Angela clean up.

This was the Hundred Thousand Mountain. Humans would not come here.

Locke did not care that he was naked. He casually wrapped a piece of clothing around his lower body and chased after the scent of wine.

The moonlight shone through the forest, casting shadows on the ground.

The scenery in the distance seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. It looked a little hazy.

The occasional bird call made the already quiet forest seem even more peaceful.

At this moment, a creaking sound was heard. A monkey the size of an adult’s palm appeared on the treetops.

It was wrapped in a leaf. It looked left and right, looking very much like a small person wearing clothes.

Not noticing any danger, the little monkey revealed a very human-like smile, stretched out its tiny fingers into its mouth, and blew a long whistle.

Squeak, squeak, squeak

Countless monkeys of the same size emerged from all over the jungle.

There were hundreds of them.

They were the rare langurs.

They usually hid behind the leaves, sticking close to the leaves’ meridians, and moving with the wind.

It was impossible to find them without careful observation.

These langurs were absolutely neutral. Their race rank was level 2, but someone had encountered a level 5 wild monkey king before.

Ordinary langurs were only the size of a palm, but the monkey king was more than ten meters tall.

It was even bigger than Hathaway’s ancient demonic ape.

Langurs were good at making wine.

Monkey wine was the best of the best, and it was even priceless.

In human society, there was almost no real monkey wine. Occasionally, there would be some that were brewed by people following the way langurs brewed wine.

However, the flavor was not even 1% of the real monkey wine.

It was said that many monkeys could make wine.

As long as the number of monkeys reached a certain level, a shaman would be born in the race.

The shaman had the ability to communicate with the god of nature. They could collect the essence of nature and make monkey wine.

It was limited by quantity and not by the species.

Of course, the monkey wine brewed by different species had different flavors.

This was related to their living habits.

Legend had it that there was monkey wine among Bonobos, but it smelled bad.

It was like sewage from a sewer.

The only effect was its strong aphrodisiac.

Locke stood far away in the downwind. The hundreds of langurs in front of him were just here to check the wind.

Locke had already smelled the fragrance of the wine.

There should be at least thousands or even tens of thousands of species that could brew the monkey wine.

However, it was out of Locke’s expectations.

This group of langurs seemed to only have so many. After they confirmed that it was safe, they chirped.

First, they danced under the moonlight for a while, then they pounded their chests like orangutans, showing their teeth to each other.

They continued to climb and jump higher on the branches.

It was as if whoever climbed higher would have a higher status.

Perhaps because they were too small, the langurs fought more gently than the other groups.

It seemed that they only participated and did not care about the result.

Dozens of slightly larger male langurs announced their victory at the same time.

Then they performed a strange hip-twisting dance.

After about an hour, the little ones finally had enough fun.

It was almost midnight.

The temperature in the forest began to drop and water vapor began to condense on the leaves, forming a frost fog.

At this time, the langurs finally became anxious and began to gather the dewdrops on the leaves, especially on the flowers, not letting go of a single drop.