Super Zoo-Chapter 465 - 460: A Song of Ice and Fire

Among the three burned individuals, Big Beard was the most seriously injured. However, the fire started from the hem of his robe and was extinguished by Suming before it reached his buttocks, so Big Beard and Zhao Yun’s hair were, paradoxically, unharmed. Only Suming was unlucky, his crewneck T-shirt caught fire, and within the blink of an eye, his eyebrows and hair were singed quite substantially. His hair no longer looked presentable, so he had no choice but to make do with his mistake and shave his head completely bald.

The stewardess’s skills weren’t bad; she quickly shaved off half of his hair and even produced a small eyebrow razor, helping Suming shave off his eyebrows with a smile. About a third of Suming’s left eyebrow had also been burned off, so he had the choice of either shaving it into the tiny, bean-like eyebrows that Japanese women sport or shaving it off completely. Suming chose the latter since Iraq is hot, and being hairless on the body is actually quite cooling.

Facing the sharp eyebrow razor, Suming rolled his eyes without saying anything. The security check for this flight was a total failure—the flammable material from Big Beard at first, and now the stewardess’s knife. No wonder planes flying to Arabia often encountered hijackings and bomb threats.

"Sir, you reacted so quickly just now!" While shaving Suming’s eyebrows, the stewardess said admiringly, "The moment the fire started, you stripped off all your clothes. Apart from your hair, your skin is almost unharmed, as if you’ve had professional training."

The stewardess was quite grateful to Suming, as if it weren’t for his courageous actions, there would have certainly been a major accident on the plane today. Although the current situation was still serious, thankfully, not many passengers were hurt, and everything was under control.

Suming chuckled but was too embarrassed to respond. Having ’extinguished the fire’ in the buff earlier, the stewardess was right in front of him, and she had seen every inch of his body clearly. Now, the way she looked at him was kind of strange.

"*&&#...!" Big Beard suddenly started shouting again, looking agitated.

"What the hell does he want now? He’s been burned, yet he’s still so spirited," Suming said, cautious not to move his face too much in case the stewardess’s razor slipped, and asked Zhao Yun with a stiff expression.

Zhao Yun translated, "He seems to understand Chinese. He says it’s not that you reacted fast, but rather, you are the emissary of the Fire God, hence unafraid of fire..."

Seeing someone translating, Big Beard wore an expression of sanctity, his hands gesticulating wildly as he excitedly tried to explain something to Suming.

"He says that the holy scripture of the Fire Worshiping Sect, the ’Avesta,’ mentions that after nine thousand years, the demons created by the evil Ahriman will ravage the world, until the emissary of the Fire God, Shaxian, awakens from a three-thousand-year-long slumber in the depths of Holy Lake Kassaya. Bearing a divine body that flames cannot consume, he will let the blazing inferno descend from the heavens and burn across the earth. The souls of the just will cross the sea of fire as lightly as if they were walking through lukewarm milk, while the souls of the wicked will experience excruciating pain. However, their sins will be completely incinerated by the flames, and in the end, the evil spirits and creations of Ahriman will be destroyed..."

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Big Beard spouted nonsense, and both the stewardess and Suming treated it as just a story. After all, religious myths are mostly similar—with a good deity, a nearly equally powerful evil deity, the evil one trying to destroy the world, and the good one protecting it. Usually, the evil one’s power is slightly less than the good one’s, but he is far craftier and more deceitful, hatching a grand conspiracy when the good deity is unguarded. Then the good deity creates many slightly weaker subordinates, such as archangels, the Twelve Golden Immortals, the Heavenly Dragon Eighth Division, to fight against the evil one on his behalf...

"Oh, oh, oh, I get it now!" Nangong Huang chimed in from the side, pointing at Suming with a laugh, "Brother-in-law, you are that emissary of the Fire God Shaxian he’s talking about!"

"That’s exactly what he means," Zhao Yun said with a smile.

The stewardess was also holding back laughter, and no one took Big Beard’s words seriously. A religious fanatic could say anything, after all.

Suming touched his forehead in frustration, "Damn it, I’ve become a spokesman for Mazda! If you’re gonna make me a spokesman, at least let it be for Mercedes or Audi. Mazda... I’m sinking to a new low, it’s even worse than Jeep."

"Be content," Zhao Yun chuckled. "You should be glad they didn’t make you a spokesman for a circus."

Suming had just been in the airplane aisle, his clothes catching fire as he hopped and skipped around, his movements remarkably agile. In the blink of an eye, he had stripped off his burning clothes completely. Put nicely, he looked like he had professional training, but to the average person, it seemed more like circus juggling. It was only because Big Beard had the preconceived notion that Suming was impervious to flames.

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For the rest of the flight, Big Beard, whose hands were cuffed, received treatment. He didn’t stop talking the whole time, constantly ranting about legends of the Fire God, messengers, and demons. On several occasions, he struggled to kiss the tips of Suming’s toes. Suming found it somewhat amusing at first, but after a while, it also got on his nerves.

This was like visiting a mental hospital, chatting with the mentally ill. The first few sentences feel novel and fun, but if you lock a sane person in with a lunatic, listening to their incessant prattle, it’s intolerable for anyone.

Big Beard’s name was Basel, which in the local language means ’brave person’.

"Brave? Damn, self-immolation is brave? It’s more like ’reckless’ to me." Even Nangong Huang, the teenager, knew this much.

Suming, troubled by Basel’s endless chatter, frowned and said, "Mr. Zhao, then ask him about that Agasi... Asia? Oh, oh, oh, it’s Shaxian. Isn’t that guy supposed to have been slumbering at the bottom of the lake for thousands of years? I’m just a person from the East, and I’m not even twenty-five years old yet. Now, how do you explain that!"

After Zhao Yun translated, Basel hastily rattled off, and Zhao Yun responded with a resigned laugh, "He says Holy Lake Kassaya is the Fire God Mazda’s backyard garden of his palace in the sky. The palace floats in the heavens, and the location of Lake Kassaya is not fixed. An apostle only truly becomes a saint and returns to the heavenly palace after awakening the powers of the ice spring and fire, completely annihilating the demons. Therefore, an apostle walking the earth, before vanquishing all demons, won’t know their true identity."

"Ice spring... powers of fire... seriously, why doesn’t he just mention the ’Song of Ice and Fire’?"

Suming realized he had made a big mistake—trying to reason with the insane. Can one really reason with them?

He didn’t know about any ice spring or fires of power, but ********** he had certainly tried. Following his logic, years ago, every corner of Dongguan would’ve been full of fire gods, which the government eradicated by the thousands within a year.

Yeah, thinking about it, the Party members are even more formidable! I definitely didn’t choose the wrong leader!

Afterwards, the rest of the journey was uneventful, and the plane finally arrived over Baghdad.

Looking down from the window a kilometer high in the sky, the ancient city filled with exotic charm was strewn with ruins and the remains of buildings blown to pieces, a desolate sight.

The plane landed at Baghdad International Airport, and as soon as the cabin door opened, two fully armed airport soldiers, guns at the ready, walked onto the plane to escort Basel, who was on a stretcher, off the plane.

"@@!" Basel turned at the cabin door and shouted back at Suming.

"No need for a translation, I know, he’s calling me the apostle," Suming said, exasperated.