The moment severe pain exploded from his limbs, Chen Mo heard a hoarse cry from his own throat. Not a human cry of pain, but the neighing of some kind of primate. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw the dappled sunlight leaking through the branches of towering ancient trees. The smell of moist vegetation lingered at the tip of his nose, and the rough bark touched his palms - he was hanging on an old locust tree more than ten meters high. His fingers were covered with gray-yellow hair, and there was fresh sap embedded in the gaps between his nails.
