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It seemed that the tiger weighed at least 200 kilograms. He himself didn't know how to climb down the mountain, let alone carrying a 200-kilogram tiger on his back.

"Forget it, I don't want it." He said no, but he was sighing in his heart.

Such a complete tiger skin is probably worth a lot of silver.

He remembered and said, "Oh, by the way, didn't you just say that the tiger went down the mountain? Why is it back again?"

Shu Changyu rarely said a complete sentence: "The tiger turned back again. I just happened to hear the tiger roar and came back to find you."

Song Yan secretly felt lucky that Shu Changyu came back to find him, otherwise he would have been killed today.

He continued to ask: "Are those people okay?"

"I don't know."

Shu Changyu's eyes fell on his injured left foot and asked, "Can you still walk by yourself?"

Song Yan lightly lifted his foot, and his face turned pale with pain. He smiled bitterly and said, "I guess I have to crawl down the mountain."

The tiger's claws were so sharp that the claw almost tore off a piece of flesh, and the wound was so deep that the bone was visible.

At that time, Shu Changyu was still fighting with the tiger. He didn't have the strength to tear his clothes, so he had to untie his belt and wrap it around the wound to stop the bleeding.

Fortunately, the waistband of his trousers was sewn tightly, so even after he unbuckled his belt, the waistband was only slightly loose and did not fall down.

Otherwise it would be embarrassing.

He sighed and said, "Why don't you go down the mountain first and ask someone to come up and carry me."

Shu Changyu said calmly: "There is a tigress in the mountains. Aren't you afraid that she will come after you?"

"Hiss—" Song Yan took a breath of cold air, and he hurriedly said, "Then let's get down the mountain quickly."

If another tigress comes, he might lose his life.

Shu Changyu pinched his brows and said, "Forget it, come here."

Song Yan was just about to walk over dragging his injured left leg, but he saw Shu Changyu take two steps forward, grab his arm and put it on his shoulder.

Song Yan was completely stunned and her heartbeat suddenly quickened.

Although it was dark and impossible to see when they were climbing the mountain, Shu Changyu still walked holding his arm, but they kept a certain distance between them.

But now, he was almost leaning on Shu Changyu, and could even clearly smell the faint mint scent emanating from his clothes.

A blush crept up his cheeks from his ears.

This, this, this... is not so good. Men and women should not touch each other.

Song Yan began to struggle violently in her heart, as if there were two little people constantly pulling her.

A villain knocked on his head and said angrily: Why are you blushing? Don't forget that you are cannon fodder. There will be no good end for being a bootlicker.

The other villain, with his hands on his hips, said confidently: It was Shu Changyu who took the initiative to hug you, what are you hesitating about, just go for it!

Song Yan's face showed some struggle, and he decided to just climb down the mountain.

Seeing that he was frozen in place, Shu Changyu said impatiently, "Why don't you leave? Do you want me to hold you?"

Song Yan quickly said, "No, no need to hold me! I'll leave now."

As he spoke, he started walking with his hands and feet together, even forgetting that his calf was injured. As soon as his left foot touched the ground, he immediately felt a throbbing pain in his temple.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something: "Wait, there's still my backpack."

Shu Changyu's forehead jumped: "Don't move, I'll get it for you!"

He let go of Song Yan, went back to pick up his backpack, held it in his left hand, then stiffly stretched out his right hand and half-hugged Song Yan.

Shu Changyu could feel that his body was thin, as if he could be hugged with one hand.

She was also slightly shorter than him, with the back of her head almost touching his neck. As they walked, her hair brushed against his neck, bringing an indescribable itch.

The two of them walked down the mountain slowly in a strange posture. No one spoke, and there was only the rustling sound of feet stepping on the fallen leaves.

After walking and stopping along the way for about half an hour, they finally returned to the small wooden cabin they passed by when entering the mountain, which was also the place where the tiger's roar was just heard.

Song Yan carefully observed his surroundings, fearing that another tiger would appear. A figure was vaguely visible in the weeds on the side of the road, with only one leg exposed, lying across the road.

If Song Yan hadn't seen it with sharp eyes, she would have almost stepped on it.

He was startled by the sudden scene, and his voice became stammering due to nervousness: "Is he, he, he dead?"

Shu Changyu raised his foot and kicked the man: "If you're not dead, just make a sound."

The man seemed to have used up his last bit of strength, opened his eyes weakly, and made a weak response: "Squeak."

"It's good that you're not dead." Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, bent down, pushed aside the grass, and took a look at his injuries.

His arm was almost bitten off by the tiger, but fortunately someone gave him first aid and stopped the bleeding.

It looks like the arm may not be saved, but for now he has survived.

"Are you okay?" Song Yan asked him.

Song Yan scratched his head and sighed. The next question was, how should they get down the mountain?

One of them had a broken arm and the other had a broken leg.

We can't let Shu Changyu, a girl, carry them both down the mountain.

Song Yan was looking worried when she heard Shu Changyu say, "They should be here soon."

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard voices coming from not far away, which sounded a little hurried and anxious.

"There seems to be someone ahead?"

Uncle Li asked hurriedly, "Is it Dongsheng?"

One person stammered: "No, yes, yes..."

Uncle Li asked anxiously, "Is it true?"

"It's Shu Changyu!"

As soon as the words were spoken, there was complete silence.

Shu Changyu took the dagger from his hand and threw it to Song Yan: "Take it."

"Ah?" Song Yan caught the dagger, held it in his arms, looking confused.

At this moment, several villagers rushed to the scene.

As soon as they saw Shu Changyu, they were eager to ask about Dongsheng's whereabouts, but all they saw was a figure lying on the ground, and they immediately recognized him from his clothes.

“It’s Dongsheng!” Several people rushed to the man in grief, tears streaming down their cheeks, crying, “Dongsheng, Dongsheng, you died so tragically!”

Some people cursed: "It's all the fault of that damned big insect."

Seeing this, Song Yan couldn't help but interrupt their mourning: "He is still alive. However, if you continue to oppress him like this, someone will really die."

The villagers were stunned, as if they couldn't believe it: "What? He's still alive?"

Dongsheng, who was tightly surrounded by the crowd, opened his mouth with difficulty and gasped, his voice weak and intermittent: "Quick...quickly get out of the way, I can't breathe."

"Dongsheng, it's great that you're not dead!" The villagers turned their sadness into joy and hurriedly helped Dongsheng up from the ground.

Dongsheng's eyes slowly moved and scanned everyone's faces, and as expected, he did not see Shuanzi.

His lips trembled, but he said nothing.

Only then did everyone notice that his arm was broken: "Dongsheng, your hand..."

Dongsheng had a pale face and forced a smile: "It's worth exchanging an arm for a life."

After hearing his words, everyone fell silent. They still remembered that the tiger pounced on them in an instant and they were so scared that they ran away.

It’s not that they didn’t hear the screams coming from behind, but the tiger was so ferocious and it was a man-eating animal, so who would dare to stop?

When they were about to run out of the woods, they met Uncle Li who came in looking for them.

They panicked and said there was a tiger inside.

Only Uncle Li noticed that they were missing one person: "Where's Dongsheng?"

Shuanzi said with a pale face: "Dongsheng was taken away by a tiger."

After hearing this, Uncle Li's body swayed. He barely stood still and stared ahead: "I'll go in and find him."

Having said that, he walked into the woods.

Everyone stopped him and said, "You can't save Dongsheng if you go, and you will lose your life. Why bother?"

Uncle Li insisted, "I brought Dongsheng here. If I don't bring him back, how can I face his parents again?"

"Even if it's a corpse, I will bring it back!"

Since the others could not persuade him, several young men from the same clan as Dongsheng plucked up their courage and went in with him.

However, Shuanzi and the others refused to go into the mountain again no matter what: "If you want to die, go ahead and don't drag us along."

As they spoke, a group of people went down the mountain.

Only Li Ping and six or seven others were left to go into the mountains to look for Dongsheng.

Fortunately, they didn't encounter any more big beasts along the way, and they found Dongsheng smoothly.

"Now that Dongsheng has been found, let's go down the mountain."

Then Uncle Li asked Shu Changyu: "Did you see the big insect when you came here?"

Shu Changyu said lightly, "Dead."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar at the scene.

The villagers looked at each other in disbelief, their shock evident in words. They kept asking, "Dead? How did he die?"

Shu Changyu slowly raised his finger and pointed at Song Yan: "He beat him to death."