"Great-Grandfather, it’s right over here."
Xiaohu pointed toward his house, his face twisted in resentment. Their dog, Xiaohei, which they had raised for so many years, had been gored by the "mountain king"—the wild boar had tunneled right through its belly, leaving blood pouring out in torrents. It broke his heart to see it. Those damned wild boars.
"Hmm," Lin Xian nodded. "Usually, when wild boars see a crowd, they turn and flee. They shouldn't be launching attacks, so it shouldn't be too dangerous."
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