Super Zoo

The four ninjas died in different ways. In terms of tragedy, the guy who had a hole in his head opened by the ibis was not the worst. At least compared to the first young ninja, most of his head was still there.

What was even worse than being brainless was that a poacher from the last time he entered the mountain was brought alive by Su Meng and inserted into the ground like a tree...

All in all, Su Ming was not a novice who had seen miserable situations, but when he saw the small hole in the head of the last ninja, he couldn't help but shudder.

Because it was killed by the Crested Ibis.

The crested ibis raised its head and pulled out its long beak from the small hole on the ninja's head, bringing out red and white streaks of blood. A lot of blood foam immediately poured out of the small hole on the head.

Xiaohong shook her head, and her long beak spilled a bead of blood on the ground.

"It's disgusting. Go and wash yourself in the river next to it." Su Ming frowned, and like a big duck, Xiaohong, the ibis, twisted her butt and ran to the river to wash her mouth and brush her teeth.

The ninja's short sword fell on the edge. There was a small hole in the hundred-refined steel blade that almost penetrated. Su Ming picked up the knife and knocked it on the stone. Sparks flew everywhere and a corner of the pebble fell off. However, there was not a single scratch on the dagger.

The dagger is made of strong material and can cause such serious damage, which shows how hard the crested ibis Xiaohong's beak must be.

And skulls. The human skull is the hardest bone in the body, and Xiaohong easily opened a hole in it...

Waterfowl hunt with a long beak. The beak is not only a tool for hunting and eating, but also a weapon. It is natural that it should be hard and sharp, but I have never heard of it being able to reach this level.

Besides, no bird would take the initiative to kill someone, it's not hunting.

Is this still a crested ibis?

"Oh! I almost forgot about that guy!"

Su Ming was thinking about the problem of the crested ibis, and suddenly he remembered that the two people who had just entered the forest were still chasing each other.

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Deep in the dense forest, Park Zhengyi was covered in blood. His camouflage uniform was torn open and hung like tattered strips of cloth. He was panting and leaning against a big tree, watching the movements around him warily. .

He was still holding a sharp-edged granite stone tightly in his hand. The sharp corners on the stone were stained with blood. It seemed that this was his only weapon.

After a while, the fat ninja Sakata-kun appeared in front of him.

Compared to Park Zhengyi's embarrassment, Sakata-kun clearly had the upper hand. There was only a small wound on his head, and the blood stained his gray hair red. Other than that, there were no other scars.

"Mr. Park Zhengyi, there is no need to resist anymore. For ordinary people, your skills are very good. But I am a ninja of Iga-ryu after all."

Mr. Sakata walked to a place more than one meter in front of Park Zhengyi and stopped. He threw a sharpened dart and landed at Park's feet. He bowed slightly and said calmly: "Please help Mr. Park Yingming and commit suicide." There will be no pain."

Park Zhengyi slowly picked up the dart. The dart had a sharp edge. In the sunlight filtering through the leaves, the edge reflected a faint blue light. It was obviously highly poisonous.

Just one stroke on the neck and it's over.

Park Zhengyi is not afraid of death. From the moment he entered this industry, he knew that sooner or later such a day would come. Every day he passed was a profit for him.

But he never expected that he would die in the hands of his beloved brother.

His younger brother wanted to kill him. In addition to being sad, Park Zhengyi was even more angry.

If a person can kill even the people closest to him, what bottom line can such a person have? Maybe his purpose this time sounds reasonable, but once he gets used to having no bottom line, the entire family will be led into an abyss of eternal destruction by him in the future.

Park Zhengyi is the elder brother and the patriarch of this small family. While considering the relationship between brothers, he is also responsible for maintaining the entire family.

If Park Young-myung is ineffective, then let someone else manage the family. Even if a disabled little Zhebin manages the family business, it is better than a crazy and ignorant person.

"Sakata-kun!" Park Zhengyi suddenly shouted as if he had made some important discovery.

Sakata was slightly stunned, and Park Zhengyi did not hesitate to throw the poisoned dart at Sakata with all his strength.

The poisoned darts can also cause fatal damage to Sakata.

"Okay, Mr. Park Zhengyi, my patience has its limits."

Sakata raised his hand casually and caught the dart with three fingers. His fat body jumped like a pinball and landed in front of Park Zhengyi. Park Zhengyi punched out, but Sakata did not dodge. He easily used his arms to remove the force from Park Zhengyi's fist, used the force to spin Park Zhengyi in a circle, raised his foot and kicked the opponent's knee, and Park Zhengyi knelt down in front of him.

Sakata shook his hand, and a thin steel wire hung down from his fingertips. A section of the steel wire was tied to an iron ring on his finger. There was a small steel ball at the other end, and the steel wire was wrapped around Park Zhengyi's neck. , fell into Sakata's other hand.

He exerted a little force with his hands, and the thin steel wire was deeply strangled into Park Zhengyi's neck. Park Zhengyi's eyes widened, and he tried desperately to break free of the steel wire around his neck with both hands, but he couldn't pull it, and instead put his hand on it. The blood dripped from the strangulation, and the steel wire sank deeply into his finger bones and continued to tighten. Yin Hong's blood oozed out from several fingers and his neck.

"Stop struggling... Mr. Park Zhengyi..." Sakata-kun had a blank expression on his face, and he increased his strength on his hands, saying to himself: "Ninja killing is an art, please enjoy this art, you are a noble person, there is no need to fear death like those poor people at the bottom..."

Su Ming happened to come from behind with Su Meng and Xiao Hong.

Originally, these two gangs had nothing to do with him, and they were not good people. They fought and died without caring about Su Ming.

Sakata made a mistake. He shouldn't have left the four ninjas to kill and silence them, forcing Su Ming, who was barely neutral, to the side of Park Zhengyi.

And one of them was a ninja, which further shifted Su Ming's original neutral position.

Compared with Korean poachers, it is obvious that the little Japanese ninjas are more annoying.

Chinese people have a natural dislike for Japan. After all, this is not entirely due to the war. Since ancient times, there have been many countries and nations that have fought with China, not just Japan. But if it comes to national hatred and family feuds, Japan is the first to bear the brunt. It has something to do with the character traits of this nation.

When Su Ming felt it, he saw Sakata talking about the art of killing with an intoxicated look on his face. He felt sick and had goose bumps.

Old pervert.

After being defeated for decades, a few ninjas actually had the nerve to come to the heartland of China to show off the art of killing? Isn't this courting death?

I don't understand the art of killing, I just want to smash your head!

Without thinking, Su Ming picked up a fist-sized stone and smashed it at the back of Sakata's head.

Sakata reacted quickly. Hearing the wind behind his head, he tilted his head subconsciously, and the stone flew past his ear.

"Baga!" Sakata was furious. His expression of intoxication with art just now changed instantly, and he turned into a ferocious look. While strangling Park Zhengyi's neck, he turned his head and looked at this side viciously.

What greeted him was a fist. As soon as he turned around, a rough fist appeared in his sight, getting bigger and bigger, and occupied his entire field of vision in the blink of an eye...

Park Zhengyi's neck suddenly loosened, and the long-lost air poured back into his body. He didn't know what happened at all. He knelt on the ground, instinctively breathing in big gulps of fresh air, and coughed violently.

Sakata's bloody body fell to the ground. It was probably a reflex of the central nervous system. The dead Sakata's hands and feet twitched slightly from time to time.

"Cough cough cough cough..." Park Zhengyi coughed with blood foam all over his mouth, and finally calmed down his breathing. After seeing the situation clearly, he stood up with the help of the tree and bowed deeply to Su Ming: "Thank you for saving me for the second time."

Su Ming stared at Park Zhengyi for a while, and said lightly: "If you really want to thank me, then tell me what happened. I don't want to be deceived after saving people."

Park Zhengyi was silent for a moment, and finally started talking to Su Ming in fluent Chinese.

Nephew's illness, family feuds, ancestral legends... At the same time, Su Ming solved a mystery. It turned out that the poachers on the other side who met Su Meng were hired by Park Zhengyi through channels to find the so-called elixir of immortality.

"Mr. Su, I still can't tell you what my job is, because it will cause trouble for you." Park Zhengyi finally said.

Su Ming nodded. Some things need to be explained, and some things can be tacitly understood.

"What are you going to do next?" Su Ming touched the head of the red-crowned crane Xiaohong and asked Park Zhengyi.

Park Zhengyi glanced at the three-legged red-crowned crane and said, "I used to think that the family legend was false, but now it seems that it is not groundless. At least the three-legged firebird does exist."

"Maybe it's just a sick red-crowned crane with bone hyperplasia." Su Ming said.

The little red-crowned crane shook his head, obviously not satisfied with this low-end evaluation.

Park Zhengyi smiled helplessly: "Maybe, after all, it's just a legend. Although I found the three-legged bird, I didn't find the so-called elixir of immortality."

"Immortality?" Su Ming shrugged: "Where is such a thing in the world."

Park Zhengyi sighed, a little discouraged, "Mr. Su, I want to go back to Korea to deal with some disputes within the family. In addition, I have an unwelcome request, I hope you can agree."

Su Ming frowned slightly. Neither of these two parties is a good person. They don't care about him after the fight. Although he saved Park Zhengyi, he is not prepared to have too much interaction with him.

"It's about my nephew." Park Zhengyi gritted his teeth and said, "Legend has it that the firebird and the elixir of life appeared at the same time, and this firebird is still young. If it grows up and finds the elixir of life in the future, can you please help my nephew Park Zhebin. The child is innocent."

Su Ming thought for a moment and said, "I can't promise you anything. I can only say that if there is such a thing and the conditions allow, I will consider it."

"It's enough to get your kindness." Park Zhengyi bowed deeply, "Then I'll take my leave."