The memories hid a countless number of skills and experiences. All Lin Sheng needed to do was to absorb and digest. Under certain circumstances, these experiences would become his most valuable asset. Never mind that most of the skills and experiences in the memories were incomplete.
Out of nowhere, a spike toward Lin Sheng, startling him. But in that split second, he tilted his head, and the spike missed his face by an inch. He barely escaped injury.
"Who is it?" Lin Sheng looked in the direction from where the spike came, his eyes flashing in golden light. Deep in the dense forest, a golden shadow with only a third of the height of an ordinary human was lunging towards him.
Amid the wailing cries, he knew the golden shadow, a four-armed monkey standing upright, was the wildling he was looking for. This tall wildling looked different. The wildling wielded a bamboo tube-like white object in his hand and aimed it at Lin Sheng.
Another spike had shot out.