The old monkey seemed to know what Zhao Hai was thinking. He looked at Zhao Hai, then at the naughty Monkey beside him. He nodded at Zhao Hai and squeaked.
Zhao Hai smiled and waved his hand. The ball of white light landed on the naughty monkey's body. The injured monkey immediately showed a very comfortable expression. However, when the white light disappeared, Zhao Hai realized that the injured Naughty Monkey did not seem to have recovered.
Zhao Hai couldn't help but frown. He walked up to the mischievous monkey and examined its wound carefully. Waves of a foul stench came from it. Zhao Hai was stunned. He immediately understood that the mischievous monkey wasn't just injured. It was poisoned.