"Son, how are you? Oh, oh, what will dad do if you die..."
Heart-piercing cries echoed in the mountains and forests, suddenly interrupting the joy of the people in Shenshu Village.
People from Shenshu Village and Xiashan Village gathered in this mountain forest. When the tiger swooped down, many people had no time to escape and were bitten and scratched several people.
The people of Shenshu Village were busy celebrating the death of the tiger, but they had forgotten that the tiger they had just witnessed hurt people.
The miserable crying made everyone feel sad and they all ran towards the crying.
"Son...my son..."
I saw an octogenarian old man leaning over a bloody man and crying bitterly.
The bloody man's neck was almost bitten off, and his face was so bloody that he couldn't see his true face. What was even more frightening was that one of his legs was bitten off and left in the grass nearby.
Such a horrifying scene can make people tremble just by looking at it.
"Uncle Han..." Xia Qingpi shouted.
Only then did the people of Shenshu Village know that the bloody man was from Xiashan Village and the cousin of the man Xia Qinghe.
"The Han family is now..." An eldest brother sitting near the bloody man had blood on his leg. He grabbed soil on the ground and sprinkled it on the wound to stop the bleeding. He said, "There are two children at home. When he leaves, the old man and his wife What can we do?”
After speaking, he let out a long sigh.
When the old man heard this, he cried even more miserably!
The people of Shenshu Village looked pitiful, but at the same time they were glad that they were not the ones bitten by the tiger.
Alas, there is no whole body left.
Sitting on the ground were villagers from Xiashan Village. Several had broken arms, bleeding legs, and bruised faces...
With lingering fear on their faces, they looked at the bloody man on the ground in horror. Some even vomited on the spot, or cried softly.
More people had a look of joy on their faces. Fortunately, the injuries on their bodies were not fatal.
Zhang Yangjing and Wu Langzhong have been following the tiger hunting team in Shenshu Village. Since the villagers were not injured, their roles became dispensable.
At this time, it came in handy in the tiger hunting team in Xiashan Village.
The village chief Zhao and the village chief of Xiashan Village had a face-to-face meeting, and they did not dare to show their anger at the fact that the tiger had been killed by the Bai family and his son from the same village.
First, he expressed sympathy for the injured villagers, and then with a wave of his hand, he organized the villagers to help the two doctors bandage the wounds and rescue the wounded.
Bai Banban took Bai Dazhuang and Bai Zhaomei to cut down trees on the spot and helped make a stretcher.
When the Bai family father and son saw the bloody man dying on the ground, their emotions were more complicated than the others.
If the tiger hadn't hit Bai Dazhuang's hoe, the bloody man lying on the ground would have been a white wooden board.
Look at the old man who was crying until he couldn't hold back, and the white wooden board was shaking uncontrollably. If he had been bitten to death by a tiger just now, how would his mother-in-law be crying? And the little girl, who would support her in the future.
The white wooden board walked to the bloody man, holding back the fear and vomiting. He took off his coat, wetted his clothes with water from the kettle, and scrubbed the bloody man's face bit by bit.
Bai Dazhuang and Bai Zhaomei squatted tremblingly beside their biological father, one poured water and the other helped scrub.
A few young and bold people from Shenshu Village went to the grass to help carry the severed leg, took off their clothes and cleaned it.
The bloody man's father rolled his eyes and fainted when he saw the half of the leg that had been bitten by the tiger.
He was picked up by everyone and carried to the ground. Doctor Wu carried the medicine box and gave him acupuncture.
The old man woke up slowly, and the head of Xiashan Village breathed a sigh of relief.
Two men from the family have gone to the mountains, and he has to be beaten into a sieve by the Han family.
"Well, the Han family is not easy to mess with, so why should we make a fuss." The head of Xiashan Village said to the head of Zhao Defu with a sad face, and then added, "I heard that the tiger was killed by your villagers."
Village Chief Zhao was a little proud but did not dare to show it. He pointed at the Bai family and his son and said, "The tiger was killed by them."
The head of Xiashan Village looked at the Bai family and his son with mixed emotions, and said, "At first glance, they are a kind family."
Bloody people, who were not relatives or friends, were scrubbed and cleaned up.
"What's that? Wu Langzhong, uncle, can I ask you a favor?" Bai Banban raised his head, waved to Wu Langzhong, and begged, "Can you connect the legs of this young man of the Han family?"
Wu Langzhong: "..."
He didn't take the leg, let alone the dead man's leg.
Everyone is dead, so what's the point of being connected or not.
Bai Dazhuang said softly: "Being mauled to death by a tiger is miserable enough. If you don't have a whole body, you won't be able to survive in the fields."
Wu Langzhong held the medical kit hesitantly and was about to nod when Zhang Yangjing had just bandaged his arm and stood up, saying first, "I'll do it!"
After Han Dalang's leg was reattached, Village Chief Zhao assigned several strong young men to support the Han family's father and help carry his dying son home.
A few young adults agreed simply.
The villagers of Shenshu Village were not injured. The threat caused by the tiger disappeared after the tiger was killed, and the villagers returned to their energetic mental outlook.
Compared to the villagers of Xiashan Village, where most people were injured, Village Chief Zhao was secretly grateful that Shenshu Village was lucky. Thinking about the day of departure, Gui Mi Xin Qiao forced the little girl of Lao Bai's family to say a few auspicious words to everyone. Could it be that it really worked?
The head of Xiashan Village saw that all the villagers in Shenshu Village were in good order. Looking at his own side, one person was dead, countless people were injured, and the whole village was in a state of panic.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, there is no way, the gods and Buddhas are standing in Shenshu Village.
Should Zhao Defu be luckier than himself?
During the snowstorm that year, only Shenshu Village in Nanguan Town was spared from the disaster. This time the tiger hunt was again thanks to Shenshu Village...
Envy, jealousy, and hatred cannot be compared.
"The people in your village are all neatly organized." The head of Xiashan Village sighed.
"Luck, luck." Village Chief Zhao said cautiously.
Luck shines brightly in Shenshu Village, but their village down the mountain is so unlucky.
Village Chief Zhao smiled and said nothing.
After everyone had rested, they descended the mountain one after another.
Bai Zhaomei looked again and again into the crowd and asked Xie Xiaolian, "Where is my master?"
Damn it!
Xie Xiaolian slapped his forehead, yes, Xie Xiaolian.
Seeing Xie Xiaolian's shocked face, Bai Zhaomei's eyes filled with tears, and she cried, "My master won't be eaten by a tiger, right?"
Xie Xiaolian waved his hand: "That's impossible."
Don't you know the strength of your master?
At this time, Xie Xiaolian was at the bottom of a thorny valley, protecting someone on a human mat.
"Xia...Miss Qinghe...are you okay?" Xie Xiaolian asked cautiously.
Just now on the mountain, when a tiger sprang out, he raised his red cherry gun to kill it.
At the critical moment, he found that Xia Qinghe was hit by a man and fell towards the cliff. Xie Xiaolian ignored the tiger and turned over to save Xia Qinghe. He grabbed her and rolled to the bottom of the mountain like a human body.
Xia Qinghe lay all over Xie Xiaolian, looking at each other, both faces flushed.
"It's okay, but you, in order to save me..." Xia Qinghe climbed up in a panic, but her feet were caught, making her unsteady, and she rested her hands on Xie Xiaolian.
Xie Xiaolian rolled on a thorn behind her back, and was pressed down by Xia Qinghe's hands. The thorn stabbed her back even harder, causing her to throb in pain.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Xia Qinghe's face turned pale with fright.
"It's okay, just get up slowly." Xie Xiaolian endured the pain and said.
Xia Qinghe calmed down, moved her body carefully, grabbed a thick vine next to her, and bounced it to the ground.
Seeing that Qinghe was safe and sound, Xie Xiaolian quickly straightened up.
With a "Zila" sound, a large piece of the clothes on his back was torn off by thorns.
Xie Xiaolian subconsciously covered her chest, fearing that the force would force her to take the veil off.
In front of the owner of the veil, stuffing someone else's veil on your chest seems unseemly.
