Super Zoo

The little crested ibis had a good meal and wine, and Su Ming also found out what had happened in Qinling recently. Both sides got what they wanted. Su Ming waved goodbye to the little crested ibis, and took Su Meng to the direction of the animal army.

The little crested ibis also waved its wings to Su Ming in a similar way, then stepped on the water with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and followed him staggeringly from behind, like a little duck following its mother duck.

"Haven't we already said goodbye? Don't follow me." Su Ming threatened it, "If you follow me, I will catch you and take you to the zoo."

The little crested ibis didn't know if it understood or not, and nodded vigorously, still following Su Ming's ass foolishly.

Su Ming thought for a while before he realized that this little guy probably regarded himself as a long-term meal ticket.

Follow him, there will be fish to eat.

"You're not stupid." Su Ming smiled, "Then let's go together. Su Meng, you take it."

The little crested ibis walked too slowly and couldn't keep up with the pace of the two people, so Su Meng held it and walked together to avoid it from being a drag.

The crested ibis was like a little duck, and was suddenly held in Su Meng's hand. After walking two steps, Su Meng grabbed Su Ming.

"Hehe..." He held the crested ibis in both hands and handed it over, as if he had discovered something very important.

"What's wrong?" Su Ming was slightly stunned. It was just a crested ibis. What was there to be surprised about? Could it be that even Su Meng had learned to be sneaky and found it troublesome to hold a tiny crested ibis?

Su Meng held the crested ibis with one big hand, and turned it over with the other hand, with its belly facing up, revealing its furry abdomen, and then used his hand to dig in the fur between its legs.

A straight little thing was revealed.

"Fuck, it's hard?!" Su Ming was shocked. This bastard! He could even get hard after eating a fish!

But he soon realized that he was wrong. This thing was not the little penis of the crested ibis.

"What is this?" Su Ming was a little confused. He touched it with his hand. It was hard and there were bones inside. It looked like it had some kind of disease, bone hyperplasia?

But there were several small protrusions around the top of this little thing. It looked like an underdeveloped little claw...

Could it be a leg? Su Ming suddenly realized that the shape of this small protrusion was exactly the same as the two legs of the crested ibis, but it was reduced several times in the same proportion!

A crested ibis with three legs? Su Ming scratched the red face of the little crested ibis and asked it puzzledly.

The little crested ibis itself was also confused. It seemed that it was born to be different like this, and it couldn't figure out what was going on.

This is not understandable. I have never heard of a three-legged crested ibis. There are very few three-legged creatures in the entire animal kingdom. As the saying goes, it is hard to find a three-legged toad, but two-legged people are everywhere. This is what it means. Three legs do not conform to the physiological structure and it is difficult to maintain balance.

The only three-legged creature I have seen is the three-legged Tyrannosaurus Rex. Although there is a magical legend about that thing, it cut off one of its legs to refuse military service, but legends are just legends after all. Su Ming thinks that the Tyrannosaurus Rex probably had one of its legs bitten off by some beast when it was a child, so it became a three-legged creature.

What's the matter with this little guy? Born with three legs?

The little crested ibis called out, and it seemed that the belly-up posture was not very comfortable. It turned over and pressed the third leg under its body.

"Never mind it, just keep going."

Su Ming thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out. He just let it go, saving brain cells. Three legs is three legs. The world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders. Some things cannot be explained by current science. Maybe this is a kind of crested ibis that has never been discovered, or even not a crested ibis at all, but a three-legged bird that looks like a crested ibis.

In ancient times, there was a legend about three-legged birds. The son of the Emperor of Heaven was a three-legged bird, representing light and fire. It was a kind of divine bird, and its scientific name was the three-legged golden crow.

This is what Houyi shot at the sun.

There are four kinds of divine beasts in Chinese legends, the Azure Dragon, the White Tiger, the Black Tortoise, and the Vermillion Bird. The Vermillion Bird belongs to the fire element, which is somewhat related to the three-legged golden crow. However, from the perspective of biological level, the three-legged golden crow should be a higher level. There is no way. It has a good background. Its father is the Emperor of Heaven, belonging to the leadership class. The four divine beasts are at most recruited by the grassroots.

It is said that the true identity of Lu Ya, the mysterious troublemaker in the Investiture of the Gods, is the three-legged crow that escaped when Hou Yi shot the sun.

Legends are just for fun, Su Ming will not take it too seriously. The crested ibis may have grown a third leg, or it may be some strange mutation, such as those big flying foxes, which became vampire bats after having relevant contact with the spiritual power of the underground cave.

There is no need to delve too deeply into the mysteries of nature. The earth has existed for 4.6 billion years. With the current level of human technology, it may not even be able to solve one percent of the mysteries of the earth. Although humans rule the earth, their understanding of the earth is not as profound as they imagine.

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In the opposite direction of Su Ming, more than ten kilometers away, Park Zhengyi and five field experts also entered the Qinling Mountains and began to head towards the mountains.

In the mountains, Park Zhengyi, who is in his forties, has changed his image of a white-collar worker in the city. He is wearing camouflage uniforms and thick-soled military boots, carrying more than 20 kilograms of equipment and supplies, but he does not seem to be tired at all. He is even more adapted to the mountain environment than other professional poachers.

While camping, several people took out a map of the Qinling area.

"Mr. Park, according to the information we have, this area should be concentrated with a large group of mandrills. Mandrills are very aggressive, so we'd better avoid them." A poacher drew a small circle on the map.

Although the mandrill looks strange, it is not a rare animal and has little economic value. Unless the entire group of hundreds of them are caught and packaged for wholesale, it is obviously not something that the few people in front of them can do.

Even if they put anesthetics in the food and water sources to knock out the mandrills, they can't smuggle hundreds of mandrills out of the country.

The most annoying thing for poachers in the mountains is to encounter this kind of worthless and particularly ferocious group animals. It is dangerous and wastes ammunition. If you are not careful, you can't make money, but you will lose your life.

"What is the longitude and latitude here?" Park Zhengyi asked.

The man just drew two strokes on the map with a ruler and reported two numbers.

Hearing the longitude and latitude of the mandrills, Park Zhengyi's heart jumped suddenly. This location is very close to the location where his ancestors encountered a mysterious incident with Japanese soldiers.

"If we go around it..." Park Zhengyi drew a curve on the map and said in a deep voice: "Both sides are close to 60-degree slopes, which are very difficult to pass through and will greatly slow down our speed."

The other few people were all hired by Park Zhengyi. Of course, they followed his lead. Seeing him say this, the others did not say much and began to sort out their equipment silently, taking out their guns from their backpacks, checking their performance, and loading ammunition.

Although the mandrills are fierce, they can only flee in front of human firearms. An adult mandrill can be easily killed with two or three bullets within ten meters. The few people present did not dare to say that everyone was a sharpshooter, but they were definitely experienced in using guns. The six people joined forces and were not afraid of the group of mandrills.

Since they were smuggled into the country, they basically brought light weapons and small-caliber pistols. Only a scarred Chinese character held a homemade shotgun rifle made in an underground arsenal, which could fire two shots in a row. The bullets were steel balls, which could cover a distance of ten meters in front of them after being sprayed.