Super Zoo

As the saying goes, "fine words butter no parsnips," Suming's good intentions, when they reached He's ears, were mistaken for a sign of Suming's lack of confidence. If he were not lacking in strength, why would he bother calling out instead of charging out and exterminating them on the spot?

"Playing this game with me, you're still too green!" A fierce look flashed in his eyes as he crouched and slowly backed into the forest, planning to find cover to hide behind and then take action depending on the situation.

In the deep forest, there were far too many places to take cover; everywhere were large trees that two or three people could barely get their arms around. With a quick movement, He hid behind a tree, revealing only part of his face as he peered through binoculars towards the waterfall.

Just as he was watching, from deep within the jungle suddenly came a buzzing sound that grew louder and closer.

He swiftly turned his head to look, and at that glance, he was stunned.

He saw a large swarm of hornets, like a dark cloud, buzzing towards him, and within the blink of an eye, they were upon him.

Suming, hidden behind the curtain of water, saw a dark 'ball' tumble out of the forest. The ball stumbled towards the river bank, screaming heartrendingly as it ran, until it collapsed to the ground after only a few strides.

"I can hardly bear to look..." Suming felt goosebumps all over, his entire body itching unbearably.

By now, all six poachers had perished, and the hornets had returned to stand by in the forest. He's corpse was a gruesome sight to behold. Suming crawled out from behind the waterfall, sighed as he looked at He's body, and thought to himself, I wasn't deceiving you; if you had been willing to surrender, I truly wouldn't have killed you. I could have turned you in to the authorities, and who knows, I might have even gotten a reward for it.

But now, all six were dead. How was he to hand them over to the authorities? Not to mention six, he wouldn't be able to carry even one. Besides, without proof of their guilt, it would be hard to explain.

"Forget it, I won't add to the burden of the crematorium colleagues. Let's just return them to the bosom of nature."

As Suming leaned against a large stone by the creek, he vomited while distracting himself by thinking of this and that. The scene was simply too gory, and even he found it hard to stomach.

Haidong Qing, along with Huiya, kept a vigilant watch over their surroundings, one on the ground, the other in the air.

"All dead! All dead!"

"So disgusting! So disgusting!"

The two parrots, somehow having woken up, hopped out of the forest. Upon seeing the scene, they started to squawk horrendously.

One of the parrots, not paying attention, landed right on the savage. After the savage had hammered Mr. Qian to death, he lay motionless. The parrot, likely thinking the savage was already dead, leaned in to peck at him.

Before it could peck, the savage suddenly shot out a hand and firmly grasped the neck of the Diamond Parrot!

"**** sister..." The parrot's stream of invectives was cut short as its voice ceased. With its neck seized, it could no longer make a sound, its body shaking frantically, feathers flying everywhere.

"Stop!" Suming bellowed. The scene had been too chaotic, and he'd forgotten about the savage. This creature had frightening strength; even on the brink of death, a casual grasp could probably kill an adult, let alone the Diamond Parrot.

The savage was still six or seven meters away, and snapping a neck could be done in an instant. Even if Suming could fly, it would be too late to rescue the parrot. Talking nonsense really does kill a bird!

Suming turned ashen, cursing inwardly. Look where your smart mouth got you! Mom's warning from this morning was for nothing. Now that you're awake, you just had to be a smart aleck!

Are you happy now? You've finally talked yourself to death!

Suming, used to using his spiritual power, sent a burst of it toward the savage without thinking in his moment of panic!

To his surprise, as soon as his spiritual power touched the savage, the hand that was about to snap the parrot's neck stopped. The savage struggled to lift its head, its large, bright eyes looking blankly at Suming, even showing a trace of wariness.

"Eh? What's going on?" Suming was also bewildered; it seemed like he could communicate with the wild man using spiritual power!!

Communicating with animals using spiritual power was not a problem, and controlling them was something Suming had considered before. After all, humans are also a type of animal. Since spiritual power was effective on animals, it might well be effective on humans too.

For this reason, he had tried several times, but whether it was because he was wrong or because human intelligence far exceeded that of other animals, spiritual power had no effect on humans, at least not that he could notice.

However, in that moment, both the wild man's reaction and the feedback from the spiritual power proved that spiritual power did work on the wild man.

"Could it be because this guy lives in the wilderness or grew up with animals, so he's considered half-human, half-beast?"

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While Suming was wondering, he released a bit of spiritual power to probe the wild man again, filled with benevolence. Judging by the spiritual power alone, Suming's attitude towards the wild man was even more affectionate than a long-lost lover's reunion.

As expected, the wild man slowly put down the parrot, and the wariness in his eyes quickly disappeared.

The Diamond Parrot, once freed, quickly fluttered its wings and hopped away, opening its mouth to curse, "Shit sister! Shit sister!"

The other parrot was not to be outdone and chimed in from another direction, "Smash your mouth! Smash your mouth!"

Even Suming wanted to strangle them both now; who had they learned these nonsense words from? Next time, he must put up a sign in the parrot area prohibiting visitors from swearing!

Of course, the wild man couldn't understand these swear words. Uttering a faint "ho ho..." from his throat and clutching his wounded shoulder, he gave Suming a pleading look for help.

"Oh oh oh, hang in there, I'll find something to stop the bleeding!"

Suming quickly scrambled to his feet, rummaging through the poacher's gear in a frenzy. It was only because of the wild man's robust constitution that he hadn't bled to death from the bullet wound, or passed out from the tranquilizer dart.

After fumbling about clumsily for a while, he finally found a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao, as well as some hemostatic gauze and alcohol; summoning his courage, he approached the wild man and shook the medicine in his hand.

"I'm going to save you, it's going to hurt a bit, but don't you hurt me..." Suming cautiously crouched down, conveying his intent in both human language and spiritual power, repeating the message twice.

The wild man stared with wide eyes and nodded vigorously.

Only then did Suming feel reassured, he opened the Baiyao, scooped out a small pill from the powder, and placed it in the wild man's mouth for him to swallow.

The old-style Yunnan Baiyao always contained such small pills, known as 'life-saving seeds,' for internal use.

When the wild man opened his mouth, his teeth were fairly white, but due to a lack of dental care and eating raw food, his breath was so foul, it almost knocked Suming unconscious.

After feeding him the pill, Suming held his nose and cleaned the wild man's wound with alcohol, then sprinkled Baiyao over the injury.

Throughout the process, the wild man's complexion was pale, clearly in tremendous pain, but he seemed to understand that Suming was helping him and gritted his teeth to endure it.

But for now, this was only a temporary measure to stop the bleeding; there was still a bullet in the wound, and he needed to get out of the mountains immediately to have a doctor operate and remove the bullet. Otherwise, infection and inflammation could be fatal.

The problem was that the wild man was injured and probably unable to travel that far; with his large size, Suming couldn't carry him either. He might manage to carry him a few dozen meters, but the idea of carrying him out of the deep mountains was a pipe dream.

Unless a helicopter came to rescue them right now, no matter what, the wild man wouldn't last until they could get out of the mountains.