Bai Mountain City, Changbai Mountain, Meal Basin.
"Squeak, squeak... squeak, squeak..."
Zhao Yong, with a broken leg, was awakened by the noisy squeaking sound.
He forced his tired eyes open, trying hard to see what was in front of him.
It was a fluffy little golden monkey, just a bit bigger than a fist.
Zhao Yong was a mountain wanderer who came to Meal Basin to gather ginseng.
He got lost in the mountains, separated from his companions.
Exhaustion and hunger caused his low blood pressure to act up, and he fainted deep in the mountains.
It was late autumn, the temperature as cold as deep winter, only lacking a snowfall.
If this continued, he would die of hunger, thirst, or cold.
If only he could twist off that monkey's neck, he could drink its blood to quench his thirst and have a bite of monkey meat.
Zhao Yong tried hard to stretch out his hand to catch the monkey.
Every move consumed his energy, and his head spun with dizziness.
