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Song Yan almost fainted.

"It's over, it's over, it's over."

He was panicking and wondering if he had been discovered.

"Calm down, calm down," he muttered to himself, but at this moment, he couldn't calm down no matter what.

He carefully lowered his head, tried to breathe as lightly as possible, tightened his body, hid behind a tree, and used the dense weeds to cover his figure, not daring to show even a strand of his hair.

His heart was beating so hard that the sound was deafening, almost drowning out all the sounds around him. He was unable to tell whether the tiger had left, and he did not dare to risk sticking his head out to check.

Various escape plans began to emerge in my mind.

Playing dead? That's impossible. Tigers are not stupid.

Climb trees? Tigers can climb trees, too, and they can climb faster than him.

Song Yan scratched his hair and thought in despair, it was over, he was really going to die this time.

The surrounding trees were tall and dense, with intertwined branches and leaves, looking particularly eerie in the dim light.

The occasional chirping of birds and the rustling of small animals broke the silence, but also added a sense of uneasy atmosphere.

Shu Changyu walked down the slope and checked the man's injuries. He found that his entire arm was covered in blood and bones, obviously bitten off.

Blood continued to flow out of the wound, dyeing the surrounding land red.

Shu Changyu tore a piece of cloth from his clothes and wrapped it tightly around his wound, barely stopping the bleeding.

His arm was broken, but luckily his life was saved.

It took some effort to get the person up, and then he threw him on the side of the road, and then said coldly: "You go back by yourself from now on."

He stared at the winding path in front of him, and suddenly heard a tiger roar behind him. His eyes changed slightly, and he turned back without hesitation.

The soles of my feet made a crunching sound as they stepped on the dead leaves and broken branches.

Song Yan clenched his teeth tightly, but he still couldn't stop his teeth from trembling.

At this moment, a pungent smell of blood suddenly hit me.

He finally couldn't help but look up slightly.

This look almost frightened him to death.

The tiger was right above his head, opening its bloody mouth and rushing towards him.

From his angle, he could even clearly see the blood and flesh still remaining in the tiger's sharp fangs.

Time seemed to freeze, Song Yan's consciousness was blank, and fear enveloped him like darkness.

A tiger was reflected in his pupils, its bloody mouth opened as if slowed down by the hand of time. Every movement became extremely slow, like a slow motion in a movie, played frame by frame.

However, at this critical moment, Song Yan's mind was unusually clear, as if all the fear and confusion had been swept away.

It is said that a tiger's bite force is about 450 kilograms. Once bitten by it, the skull will be cracked.

He instinctively grabbed the hatchet at his feet. The rough wooden handle in his hand made him feel extremely secure.

Just as it was about to open its mouth to bite, Song Yan gripped the hatchet tightly, used all her strength, and chopped hard at its nose.

The blade of the hatchet has been used for a long time and is a bit blunt. No matter where it is chopped, it may not hurt the tiger. The only thing is the nose, which is the vulnerable point of all cats.

The kitchen knife hit the tiger's nose hard, and the tiger howled in pain, then slapped Song Yan violently with its claws.

Song Yan swiftly dropped the hatchet and rolled to the ground, avoiding the fatal blow, but the tiger's claws still scratched his calf, leaving a deep bloody mark.

Shit, it hurts.

Cold sweat broke out on Song Yan's forehead, and her face turned as pale as paper.

When Shu Changyu rushed back, he just witnessed the scene of Song Yan chopping at the tiger's nose with a hatchet. He stared at the figure.

Watching him nimbly dodge the tiger's claws, he finally raised his hand and threw two stones.

The stone flew out like a bullet, with a sound of breaking through the air, and hit the tiger's eyes accurately.

With two "puff" sounds, the stone embedded deeply into the tiger's eye sockets, and the tiger's vision was left with only a blood-red color.

Song Yan looked up and saw the figure in white rushing back. He said in surprise, "Shu Changyu, why are you back?"

Shu Changyu came over, drew out his short knife, and panted slightly, saying, "I came back when I heard the tiger roar."

"Get out of the way."

Song Yan quickly got up, dragged his injured left leg, and limped to hide behind Shu Changyu.

An injured tiger becomes more ferocious. Although it cannot see with its eyes, it still has its sense of smell and hearing.

It became even more ferocious under the double blow of severe pain and blindness.

When Shu Changyu approached it, the tiger detected his movements through hearing and pounced in his direction immediately.

Shu Changyu reacted quickly and dodged to the side nimbly, avoiding the tiger's claws.

His hand clenched around the dagger.

No matter how sharp its teeth and claws are, it is worse than a toothless tiger if it loses its vision.

Its roar echoed in the air as its huge body rushed around in blind rage, waving its claws wildly in all directions, trying to capture Shu Changyu's location.

Every pounce of the tiger was accompanied by the sound of soil splashing and grass breaking, and these sounds became extremely clear in Shu Changyu's ears.

Just as the tiger missed its attack again and paused for a moment, Shu Changyu seized the opportunity, approached quickly, and the short knife in his hand pierced the tiger's vitals like a flash of lightning.

The tiger felt the deadly threat and tried to turn around and fight back, but it was too late.

The dagger pierced the tiger's flesh and went deep into its heart.

As the last shrill howl echoed in the forest, the mighty tiger finally fell down slowly and remained motionless, ending its struggle.

It took Song Yan a long time to react, and she asked in shock, "Is it dead?"

Shu Changyu did not answer, but silently bent down and pulled out the bloody dagger from the tiger's body.

Bright red blood gushed out as the blade was pulled out, splashing on his clothes, like red plum blossoms falling on the white snow, beautiful and enchanting.

He frowned, wiped the dagger on the tiger skin, wiped off the blood stains, and put the dagger away.

"Let's go." Shu Changyu said briefly without even looking at the tiger corpse.

"Wait." Song Yan limped over and picked up the backpack on the ground. The wild boar originally in it had been torn into half by the tiger, with its internal organs exposed. The bloody scene was unbearable to watch.

He poured the broken wild boar carcass out of the backpack, and couldn't help feeling nauseous and almost vomited out his lunch.

He even wanted to throw away the backpack.

The pheasants and hares inside escaped the tiger's mouth. When I put the wild boar in, I was careful not to crush them.

Song Yan's eyes fell on the tiger corpse again, and hesitantly asked, "Are we just going to leave this tiger here?"

Shu Changyu asked: "You want it?"

Song Yan smiled embarrassedly.

Tiger skin, tiger bones and tiger penis, cough, they are all good things. He can't use them himself, but he can make some money by selling them.

I want it, but it’s hard to carry it back.

His leg is injured again now, and he is half disabled, so it is difficult for him to go back.

Seeing the hesitation on his face, Shu Changyu guessed what he was thinking and said coldly, "If you want, carry it down the mountain yourself."