Wu Dazhuang looked somewhat nervous, his eyes narrowing slightly. Subconsciously, he picked up the cup beside him, took a sip of water, and continued.
"We heard the miserable cries of the livestock, and then that figure bent down. The village chief and a few others rushed over quickly, carrying hunting tools and firewood choppers. Hearing the noise, the person immediately stood up and looked in the direction of the crowd. Illuminated by the flashlight beams, the village chief and the others could see his appearance clearly. Through his ragged clothes, his skin appeared deathly pale. As the light shone upward, they saw that his face was stained with blood, and he was still chewing incessantly. Blood trickled down the corners of his mouth. His pupils were the size of soybeans and exceptionally deep. The crowd grew restless, too terrified by his appearance to advance even an inch. The village chief demanded to know why he was harming the livestock. The man tilted his head, seemingly unable to understand what the chief was saying. Soon, the commotion attracted everyone in the village. Faced with the villagers' heavy encirclement, the man seemed somewhat agitated and let out a roar toward the sky. The villagers were frightened by the sound and backed away one after another. He seized this opportunity and fled."
Si Ren was somewhat puzzled. Why didn't this jiangshi drink human blood, but instead had a special fondness for the blood and flesh of livestock? What could possibly be t…
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