Chapter 348 What Is a Master? 【Subscribe】

At the beginning, they were indeed idiots. Every time they entered the mountain, people in the village had to go into the mountain to save people. But with the passage of time, these enthusiasts began to learn cleverness, and also mastered some methods of dealing with prey. Gradually, they switched roles with wild beasts, and poached some rare animals from time to time.

Earlier, these people hunted for their own gratification, either for food, for fur, or for display.

But until now, some people have developed this kind of thing into an industrial chain, and started killing for buying and selling!

This has seriously violated the law, but the mountain is too big, even for forest guards, forest guards, etc., it is impossible to watch the entire mountain, there will always be fish that slip through the net. What's more, these people came prepared, and often paid a lot of money to ask some familiar villagers to lead the way. There are a group of villagers who are not doing their jobs, and they just do this!

Song Ergou also did this back then, but he didn't know what he went through later. This guy didn't go into the mountains anyway, and just idled around in the village all day long. Everyone knows about it, and when asked why, he didn't say anything.

Poaching thieves hide in the mountains, it is too difficult to find, which is a problem for most people.

But for Fangzheng, this matter is just that...

Liang Zequan looked down at the grass on the ground and the traces of broken branches of trees, and said with a sneer, "This animal has rough skin and thick flesh and can run fast."

"Old Liang, I ran away, can I still catch up?" A man wearing a sun hat and a camouflage uniform stepped on a tree stump, wearing big sunglasses, and asked a cool man.

"Linzi, you have seen it too. Now the wild boars look like TM armored vehicles. This is my homemade earthen gun. It's no problem to shoot a chicken or something. You really thought it was a blue fire. Chuchu Gatlin? Don’t look at him bleeding a lot, that is, a superficial wound. If you want to fix it, you have to find a way to hold him back and shoot him close.” Lao Liang gave Lin Zi a white look.

Lin Zi laughed loudly and said, "Old Liang, I didn't expect you to start to become funny. I just said it casually, and you know that although the price of wild pork is not as good as before, you can still sell a lot of money if you get a head. Of course, if you can get two flying dragons, hey..."

Speaking of this, Lin Zi swallowed subconsciously.

"The number of flying dragons has become less and less in recent years. If you can 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 flying dragons, the surrounding area of ​​Tongtian Mountain It's a bit difficult, there is still a lot to do when you walk inside. Let's go, there is still a lot of time today, take your time, don't rush."

Lin Zi nodded and said: "Okay, you are an expert, let's go with you. Brothers, let's go!"

"Here we come." The other two men and a woman got up from the ground and followed.

At the same time, in the forest, a big wild boar vigilantly lay under a tree, licking its wound.

At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from a distance, and the wild boar stood up abruptly, staring in that direction with red eyes. The bushes were separated, and the wild boar didn't even see it clearly, so it crashed into it with a groan!

At this moment, a Buddha's chant sounded: "Amitabha, you wild boar, don't be ignorant, the poor monk is here to help you."

However, the wild boar had already rushed over and couldn't stop the car. A familiar palm slapped on the face, and with a touch, the wild boar rushed out with a slanted stab, rolled on the ground, and hit an old tree before stopping. . The wild boar shook its head, looked up, and saw a monk in white standing in the woods, seeing Fangzheng, a look of confusion flashed in the wild boar's eyes, this bald head looked familiar...

Fangzheng looked at the little wild boar's confused eyes, shook his head helplessly, and thought: This pig's memory is really bad enough, no wonder it has been unable to get on the stage.

"Pure heart." Fangzheng whispered, and then the wild boar saw a kid in a red bellyband coming out from behind Fangzheng. The wild boar's pupils shrank in a circle immediately, the muscles of the whole body tensed, and the hair almost stood on end!

Wild boars do have a bad memory, that's because they don't bother to remember things they don't care about! But they will remember some things, such as those that represent danger, such as the wild boar killer in front of them, the invincible little ancestor!

Almost all the wild boars around the Tongtian Mountain Range have been taken care of by Fangzheng and Honghaier, especially Honghaier, whose terrifying breath and flames 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 it, just run away! Disappeared in the bushes in the blink of an eye.

Fang Zheng shook his head helplessly, and patted Hong Haier's head. Hong Haier grinned, and rushed out...

"Wow..." After a while, Hong Haier came back, holding a pig's tail with one hand and a pig's trotter with the other, dragging a big wild boar weighing several hundred catties along the way. The wild boar looked like a little daughter-in-law who was about to be raped, kicking her legs crying and howling, her tears almost flowed into the water of the West Lake... There were two big bumps on her forehead, and I knew with my feet that this thing was How come.

"Master, I got it back. This guy is not honest." The red boy threw the wild boar to the ground, clapped his little hands and said.

This wild boar is also smart, knowing that he can't run away, he just stopped running, lying on the ground trembling, his buttocks sticking out high, he remembered that last time he lay on his stomach like this, and survived the hands of this little devil. I'm still lying on my stomach like this this time, so I should be fine...

Fangzheng was speechless looking at the wild boar's posture. He walked over, patted the wild boar on the head and said, "Amitabha, get up."

The wild boar looked at Hong Hai'er slyly, compared to the hairless bald head in front of him, he was more afraid of the hairy one...

Hong Haier slapped him directly and said, "This is my master!"

The wild boar asked pitifully, "What is 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 if he knew what Master was, as long as he knew that this bald head was even better! Most likely this bald head is the king of this little devil! There is a pig king in the wild boar herd, this one should be the bald king. So the wild boar obediently looked at Fangzheng and said, "Well, what are you going to do?"

"Let the poor monk see your wound," Fang Zheng said.

The wild boar looked at Fangzheng suspiciously, but his life was on Fangzheng's body, so he had no choice but to follow, and turned sideways, his thick skin was bright red with some mud on it.

After Fangzheng checked it, he confirmed that the wild boar was only wounded on the skin and nothing happened. At the same time, it was also confirmed that this was a wound caused by a self-made gun.

"Homemade firecrackers, this is no ordinary poaching." Fangzheng whispered.

"Master, what are you talking about?" Red Boy asked curiously.