At the beginning, they were indeed idiots. Every time they went into the mountains, people in the village had to go into the mountains to rescue people. But as time went by, these enthusiasts began to become smarter and mastered some methods of dealing with prey.
, gradually they swapped roles with the beasts, poaching some rare animals from time to time.
In earlier times, these people hunted just to satisfy themselves, either for food, for their fur, or for showing off.
But now, some people have developed this kind of thing into an industrial chain, and started killing for the sake of buying and selling!
This has seriously violated the law. However, the mountain is so big that even forest guards and rangers cannot watch the entire mountain. There will always be fish that slip through the net. What's more, these people are well prepared.
When we come here, we often pay a lot of money to hire some villagers who are familiar with the road to lead the way. There is a group of villagers who are not doing their job, and they do just this!
Song Ergou also did this back then, but he didn't know what he went through later. This guy stopped going to the mountains and just idled around in the village all day long. Everyone knew about this, and when asked why, he wouldn't say anything.
Poachers hide in the mountains and are very difficult to find, which is a problem for most people.
But for Fang Zheng, this matter is just that...
Liang Zequan lowered his head and looked carefully at the grass on the ground and the traces of broken branches on the trees, and sneered: "This beast has rough skin and thick flesh and can run very fast."
"Old Liang, you've already run away, can you still catch up?" A man wearing a sun hat and camouflage uniform asked in a cool manner as he stepped on a tree pillar and wore big sunglasses.
"Lin Zi, you have also seen that these wild boars are now as long as TM armored vehicles. I am making a homemade gun. I can shoot chickens or something, no problem. You really thought it was blue fire, suddenly
What a sudden Gatling? Don’t look at him bleeding a lot, which is a superficial wound. If you want to deal with it, you have to find a way to hold him down and shoot him at a closer distance." Lao Liang rolled his eyes at Lin Zi.
Lin Zi laughed loudly and said: "Old Liang, I didn't expect you to become funny. I just said it casually, and you know that although the price of wild boar meat is not as good as before, you can still sell it for a lot of money if you get one.
Of course, if I can get two flying dragons, hey..."
Speaking of this, Lin Zi swallowed subconsciously.
"There have been fewer and fewer flying dragons in the past few years. If you can really get one, you will make a lot of money." Lao Liang's eyes were also shining, but then he shook his head and said: "But if you want to get a flying dragon, this is outside Tongtian Mountain.
It’s a bit difficult, there’s still something to be done if you walk inside. Let’s go, we still have a lot of time today, take your time, don’t be in a hurry.”
Lin Zi nodded and said: "Okay, you are an expert, let me go with you. Brothers, let's go!"
"Here we come." Two other men and one woman got up from the ground and followed.
At the same time, in the mountain forest, a big wild boar lay vigilantly under the tree, licking its wounds.
At this moment, a burst of footsteps came from a distance, and the wild boar stood up suddenly, staring in that direction with red eyes. The bushes were separated, and the wild boar didn't even see clearly, and it crashed into it with a roar!
At this moment, a Buddha's call rang out: "Amitabha, you wild boar, don't know what is good and what is good. This poor monk is here to help you."
However, the wild boar had already rushed over and could not stop the car. A familiar palm slapped the car in front of him. Then with a bang, the wild boar rushed out diagonally, rolled on the ground, and stopped after hitting an old tree.
The wild boar shook his head and looked up. He saw a monk in white standing in the woods. When he saw Fang Zheng, a confused look flashed in the wild boar's eyes. This bald head looked familiar...
Fang Zheng looked at the wild boar's confused eyes, shook his head helplessly, and thought to himself: This pig's memory is really bad, no wonder it has never been able to get on the stage.
"Purify the heart." Fang Zheng whispered, and then the wild boar saw a little kid wearing a red bellyband walking out from behind Fang Zheng. The wild boar's pupils immediately shrank, the muscles all over the body were tense, and the hair almost stood on end!
Wild boars do have a bad memory, that's because they are too lazy to remember things they don't care about! But they will remember some things, such as those things that represent danger, such as the wild boar killer in front of them, the invincible little ancestor!
Almost all the wild boars outside the Tongtian Mountains were taken care of by Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er, especially Hong Hai'er. The terrifying aura and flames emitted scared the pigs to death! How could he not remember?
So the wild boar let out a low growl, turned around, and ran away! If you can't afford to offend it, just run away! It disappeared into the bushes in the blink of an eye.
Fang Zheng shook his head helplessly and patted Red Boy's head. Red Boy grinned and rushed out...
"Ouch..." After a while, Red Boy came back, holding a pig's tail in one hand and a pig's trotters in the other, dragging a large wild boar weighing several hundred kilograms along the way. The wild boar was like
Like a little daughter-in-law who is about to be raped, she kicks her legs howling like a wolf, her tears almost flowing into the West Lake... There are two big bumps on her forehead, and she can figure out where these things came from even by thinking about them with her feet.
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"Master, we got it back. This guy is not very honest." Red Boy threw the wild boar to the ground and clapped his hands.
This wild boar is also smart. He knew that he couldn't run away, so he simply stopped running and lay on the ground shivering with his butt stuck out. He remembered that he survived from this little devil by lying like this last time. This time
Still lying down like this, it should be fine...
Fang Zheng was speechless when he saw the wild boar's posture. He walked over, patted the wild boar's head and said, "Amitabha, please get up."
The wild boar looked at Hong Boy with a mischievous look. Compared with the hairless bald one in front of him, he was more afraid of the hairy one...
Hong Hai'er slapped him directly and said: "This is my master!"
The wild boar asked pitifully: "What is the master?"
Red Boy looked up at the sky and said, "Master, I need a butcher's knife."
The wild boar shuddered. It didn't matter whether he knew who the master was. All he needed to know was that the bald man was more awesome! Most likely, the bald man was the king of the little devil! There was a pig king in the wild boar herd, and this one should be the bald king.
So the wild boar looked at Fang Zheng obediently and said, "Well, what are you going to do?"
"Let this poor monk see your wound." Fang Zheng said.
The wild boar looked at Fang Zheng suspiciously, but his life depended on him, so he could only let it go and turned sideways. His thick skin was bright red with some mud on it.
After Fangzheng checked it, he confirmed that the wild boar had only a superficial wound and was fine. He also confirmed that it was a wound caused by a homemade fire gun.
"Make your own firecracker, this is no longer ordinary poaching." Fang Zheng said in a low voice.
"Master, what are you talking about?" Honghai'er asked curiously.