Chapter 8 want money, don’t want life
When they arrived, Hu Chunhua was already in the yard. She looked at the large, black Wild Boar on the ground and was speechless.
As Su Yuanyuan and her companion entered the yard, Yang Hongwen was also stunned. However, looking at the now unrecognizable Wild Boar, he stared at Su Yuanyuan in disbelief.
"Girl?"
"Village Chief, I took this down from the mountain." There was a hint of pride in her voice.
"By yourself?" Yang Hongwen thought his question was silly. But he truly couldn't comprehend.
"Yes, I fell asleep on the mountain, and when I woke up, I saw this Wild Boar. Fortunately, Aunt lent me a machete yesterday; otherwise, I wouldn't have survived to return."
"Girl, you chopped it?" Yang Hongwen once again mentally scolded himself for asking such foolish questions.
"Yes. Maybe it ate too much. It charged at me. I was scared and held up the knife, and it ran into it.
Then it knocked me flying, and I thought I could go see my grandparents. Who knew the Wild Boar would also fall?
It kept howling, and I was scared, so I slashed at its neck with the knife."
The two of them looked at this girl in shock. Was she protected by something? Otherwise, it didn't make sense. The villagers all believed in Great Immortals and Gods.