Chapter 845 Stewing The Black Monkey (2/2)

Mathew was immediately on his guard, deeply troubled by what he was witnessing. ”What?!”

”It's alright, sir. Barnes the Holy knows what he's doing. He's been poisoned with the same venom before. He must be driving it out of Hanson,”

Darren hastily explained, putting an arm out to calm Mathew down.

It took four hours of agony before Hanson fell into a peaceful slumber.

”How did it go? Were you able to remove the poison?”

”Of course not. My ability can only do so much. I was able to drive out large portion of the venom, but the toxic bug rem

nt and almost barren.

This made Darren feel restless. Unbidden, Elsa came suddenly to his mind. The bitter feeling of pain blossomed inside his heart. It caught his breath like a punch in the gut.

Amid the pain, anger rumbled sleepily inside him. Gradually heating up until it boiled inside him. Looking up the sky, he couldn't help but say, ”Immortal, where is she?”

Then, as sudden as it came to him, he felt drained and powerless. The immortal was a powerful creature. Even Barnes the Holy couldn't defeat him. How could Darren possibly face such invincible being? The gap between them in terms of power was too wide to possibly overcome.

Suddenly, the voice of Barnes rang out across the dense forest.

”Fuck off! Release me!”

Darren was baffled. ”What? Why is he here?”

'Did Barnes the Holy come here to find peace as well?' he wondered.

A burst of white smoke rose from within the forest. Faint voices began to stream out of it as if several people were speaking all at once.

Darren dashed towards the source of sound. When he finally reached it, he found himself torn between laughing and crying.

The black monkey was all tied and thrust up inside a huge iron pot. Fire roared beneath it, happily stewing the contents of the pot as well as the black monkey.

Two men sat around the fire, watching the pot intently as they waited for the stew to boil. There was a bit of drool coming out of their mouths as they stared. ”Elder brother, what kind of a monkey is this? Why does it speak?

How long before it is finally cooked?” one of them asked.

”Sixteen hours. The soup will taste delicious.”

”Yeah, yeah.” They continued to wait.