When Old Man Su faced people's admiration, he felt guilty and became excited again.
In any case, the tiger is dead!
Looking at his rusty spear with almost all the hair on the tip, there was a huge tiger with smooth and oily fur strung on it. Old Su was resurrected with full blood, and his heart began to wander.
"Haha... everyone has praised me, I have praised you... Actually, I didn't do anything..."
Old Man Su rubbed his hands, his face flushed, and he couldn't close his mouth with a smile.
"Brother Su, don't be humble! You picked a big tiger with one shot. Isn't that what you've done?"
"That's right! If you didn't do anything, wouldn't we be embarrassed to see anyone?"
"That's the truth! Haha, Uncle Su, you don't know, you were so scared that you wet your pants just now..."
As soon as the voice fell, several people around him secretly crossed their legs.
Their pants were also wet.
Li Goudan's face suddenly turned red when his name was called, and he shouted angrily: "Wang Xiaoer! Don't be so careless, you just peed your pants!"
"I'm not fooling around! If you don't believe me, take a look, his pants are still wet!" Wang Xiaoer shouted with a loud laugh.
All eyes turned to Li Goudan's pants.
Li Goudan wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
Such a ferocious tiger, he was afraid that his legs would become weak and he would accidentally release the flood. Can you blame him?
"I'm not the only one like this. There must be others who were so scared that they even took off their pants if I didn't believe it..." Li Goudan simply took the risk and tried to trick everyone he could.
While talking, he went to pick off someone else's pants.
"Fuck! Goudanzi, get out of here!"
"Li Goudan starts to open..."
Everyone was hiding, holding up their pants, laughing and kicking Li Goudan.
Some people laughed and some cried.
"Dad! Dad, how are you? Wuwu... don't scare me..."
A heart-wrenching cry came from the distance, immediately stopping the laughing voices.
Only then did people remember that the tiger suddenly jumped out and bit several people.
The joyful atmosphere stagnated, and everyone ran towards the cry.
I saw a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, lying on top of a man covered in blood and crying loudly.
"They are from Stone Village next door." I don't know who said it.
"Alas! It's Zhang Dalang from our village." Someone limped over, holding his bleeding arm, and said, "Their family is already having a hard time, how will they live in the future?"
After saying that, he looked at the crying boy on the ground with a miserable expression.
Most of the people who were bitten by the tiger just now were from Shitou Village.
At this time, everyone still had a look of fear on their faces, supporting each other and walking staggeringly over.
Some of these people were bitten by tigers on their arms, some on their legs, and some on their buttocks...
In short, there was blood, but it was not fatal.
There was only this middle-aged man lying on the ground. Half of his leg was bitten off by the tiger. His eyes were closed and he had passed out.
Everyone was shocked, their faces full of sympathy, and their hearts full of compassion. They helped to wrap up the wound with all kinds of hands, and then made a simple shelf with local materials and put the person on it.
Seeing that most of the people in Stone Village were injured, the village chief felt grateful that the people in his village were lucky, so he quickly ordered two strong men to help carry the people home.
The people in Shitou Village saw that everyone in Daliushu Village was neatly organized and even killed the tiger. When they saw that everyone in their own village was in such a miserable state, they couldn't help but murmur to themselves, how come all this good luck is concentrated in this village?