Super Zoo

With fewer snakes, Suming was more confident in using his spiritual power to make them obey. He didn't have any tools on hand, so he couldn't take all the morel mushrooms with him. Leaving these snakes behind would help him keep watch for the time being. Once he returned to Sun Town and had cell signal, he could make a call to the zoo, asking them to send a vehicle to collect both the snakes and the morels.

The zoo was indeed short of a herpetarium, so much so that standard reptiles like the Chinese alligator and the Chinese giant salamander had no choice but to masquerade as "aquatic creatures" and live in the aquarium, resulting in a rather disorganized display. Those in the know said the zoo's resources were limited; others who didn't, thought the zoo lacked even basic professional knowledge, significantly downgrading its class.

With this batch of snakes, they might even be able to apply for funding to build a reptile house or establish an open-air snake park before undergoing reforms. These hundred plus snakes were not randomly chosen by Suming; instead, he had deliberately picked them. Some were relatively rare species, others were of a size much larger than their peers, and some were highly venomous. In short, each and every one had its unique characteristics.

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"Big snake, there's a saying among us humans, 'No fight, no acquaintance...'"

Suming squatted in front of the king python, treating its wounds with spiritual power and talking to himself.

After spending so much time dealing with animals, Su Meng, the guy, still couldn't speak, so Suming had developed a habit of talking to himself. As he spoke, he felt his words were not quite appropriate—it didn't seem like a situation of 'no fight, no acquaintance'. So, with a chuckle, he turned to the king python and said, "Hey, that last bit made me seem insincere. I'll just be upfront. In this world, it pays to follow a good leader. Would you have any issue following me from now on?"

Obviously, the king python couldn't understand human language, but Suming communicated the message directly through spiritual power. This creature had lived alone in the wild from a young age, with nothing much to hold onto, so it didn't matter where it lived its life. Moreover, due to the spiritual power and the healing of its wounds, it didn't resist.

Cold-blooded animals have this particular trait—they are neither particularly affectionate nor extremely hostile; they are indifferent to everything, belonging to the category of 'three-no animals': not active, not rejecting, and not responsible.

After treating the king python, Suming carefully dug out the biggest morel mushroom, roots and all, with a large clump of soil still clinging to it. Then, to be on the safe side, he scattered the rest of the cinnabar powder among the mushrooms to prevent any snakes from succumbing to temptation and stealthily eating them.

One or two morels wouldn't be an issue, but it would be troublesome if they destroyed the hard-won harmonious relationships that had been established. It had taken several dozen snakes and quite a bit of bloodshed to build these relationships—they had not come about easily.

Looking at the time on his phone, he saw it was already noon the next day, and Suming dared not delay any longer. If he didn't return home soon, he couldn't imagine how worried his family would be.

"Piggy Two, Brother Second, stop your feasting and take us back first! The rest of you wild pigs, do whatever you want; just stop ravaging the human crops."

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As Suming had predicted, despite Mr. Song's reassurances that nothing could have happened to Suming, Mrs. Su, having waited all night without her son's return, finally became too restless to sit still. The next morning, as soon as Mr. Wu, the town leader, heard that Suming hadn't returned, he didn't hesitate to gather a dozen strong young men with experience in the mountains to search for Suming.

The head of the armed forces, Mr. Chen, leading the team and carrying an old-fashioned firearm, said to the group of men in front of him with a booming voice, "I'm telling you, little Su is the most promising young man in our town. No matter what's happened, you must find him for me, alive or dead..."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wu rolled his eyes internally, thinking to himself, 'Mr. Chen, at your age, can't you think before you speak? He's been missing for less than 24 hours; strictly speaking, even the police wouldn't file a report on this. Why are you already talking about 'seeing a corpse'?

Mrs. Su was anxious indeed, but she didn't really think something terrible had happened to Suming. After all, her son had grown up in Sun Town and ventured into the mountains many times before. It was just one night that he hadn't come home, not several days of disappearance.

The mountains nearby didn't harbor any fierce wild animals, so it should still be safe. But as a mother, she was bound to worry. Thus, hearing Second Uncle bluntly talk about finding a body made her a bit angry, thinking to herself that he was cursing her Suming.

Second Uncle meant well, although his words were inappropriate, his actions were decisive. In no time, he had assigned tasks to those heading out for the search.

Just as the search party was about to set off into the mountains to find Suming, Mr. Chen suddenly ran over from afar, pointing toward the mountain behind them with an incredibly odd expression on his face, "Aba aba... ababa aba..." He was gesticulating wildly as if he had seen a ghost.

"Mr. Chen, don't cause a fuss!" Mr. Wu waved him off, "We're off to look for Suming. Whatever you need, it can wait until Suming returns."

"Baba baba... aba..." Mr. Chen, becoming increasingly agitated, tugged Mr. Wu's sleeve and started running toward the outskirts of town. After a few steps, he realized his mistake and turned around to grab Mrs. Su's sleeve.

Second Uncle smacked him on the head, "Mr. Chen, are you looking for trouble?"

"Aba..." Before Mr. Chen could explain anything, the town had already become bustling with excitement.

Many people rushed out from their homes, pointing and gesturing toward the hillside not far from the outskirts of town.

The town was situated at the base of the mountain, and in broad daylight, it was easy to see what was happening up on the slope.

There was Suming and Su Meng, each riding a massive wild boar, thundering down from the mountain. While charging down, they were waving at them from afar and shouting loudly, "I'm back!"

Everyone stood there dumbfounded, mouths agape, heads tilted up at a thirty-degree angle, staring straight at Suming and Su Meng as they descended the slope.

It took a good long while, until Suming and the others had already reached the base of the mountain and the houses of the town had blocked the view so that they were no longer visible, that Second Uncle and the others came back to their senses.

"My goodness, so this lad went into the mountains to catch wild boars?" Mr. Wu murmured to himself.

Second Uncle stood stunned for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter, giving Mrs. Su a thumbs-up, "Auntie, you sure didn't raise your son in vain! Seeing the town in distress, he not only thought of compensation for the villagers but also went into the mountain to take revenge for everyone!"

As a mother, of course, she was delighted to see her son doing well, willing to hear others praise him. Mrs. Su laughed a little embarrassedly and modestly said with a hint of pride, "These two reckless boys, they just don't know any better. You can't easily mess with wild boars. Their father in heaven must be watching over them."

Mr. Chen was on the side, frantically waving his hands. This time, everyone understood. Mr. Chen's hand motions were to say that Mrs. Su was wrong. After waving his hands, he jumped up and threw a hard punch into the air, simulating a few hits. He then posed as if performing the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms from the TV drama The Legend of the Condor Heroes, and then he pretended to ride a horse, looking proud and content as he swayed on the spot.

"Ha ha, Mr. Chen is saying that your sons Suming and Su Meng are just like Guo Jing, able to subdue dragons and tigers, true heroes indeed!" Auntie Two joined in the teasing from the side.