A shrill, miserable squeal of a pig rang out by Henry Clark’s ear. He saw the massive wild boar, with a wolf clinging to its back, burst through the mugwort grass. The boar slashed open another wolf’s back with its tusks, then its heavy hooves stomped down hard on the neck of a wolf that hadn’t managed to get up. Next, it spun in midair, flinging the wolf on its back viciously away. Even though a palm-sized patch of skin and flesh had been torn from its neck, the boar still stood imposingly, facing off against the white she-wolf.

Three little wild boars with white stripes, like tiny tanks, trampled right over Henry Clark’s face and body, closely following their brave father.

Henry Clark once again lay flat on his back, staring at the sky. He was very worried about the places where the wild boar had stepped on him, because blood was oozing out. Right above his head, a leopard was glaring with glowing green eyes, watching the battle below like a scheming conspirator.

Henry Clark did his best to avoid the leopard’s sinister gaze, but in fact, the leopard wasn’t paying attention to him. When the she-wolf and the wild boar clashed again, the leopard silently leapt down from the tree, its sharp claws fully extended in midair. Henry Clark watched helplessly as the leopard’s razor-sharp claws pierced the wild boar’s thick back like steel needles. The charging boar crashed to the ground, its neck exposed, and the leopard’s jaws clamped down in a single bite. The stench of blood was so strong that even Henry Clark, two meters away from the battlefield, nearly gagged.

The big wild boar fell silent, and the rest of the boars scattered at once. With a single leap, the white she-wolf snatched up a squealing piglet in her jaws.

She glanced back at the leopard, then quickly left the battlefield.

The big wild boar couldn’t even manage a final grunt. The leopard still clamped its jaws tightly around the boar’s throat, and only when the boar stopped moving did it violently shake its head, tearing the throat wide open.

With half a blood-red windpipe dangling from its mouth, the leopard cast a gloomy glance around. The rustling in the grass instantly grew frantic, and two gray wolves quickly fled into the distance.

Henry Clark ignored the pain all over his body and held his breath as best he could. Yesterday, these beasts had treated him like a piece of charred meat. Today, he hoped they would still see him that way.

The wild boar was very heavy, much heavier than the leopard. The leopard’s attempts to drag its prey up the tree were clearly futile.

The leopard tried many times, but each attempt was in vain. It was obvious the creature was growing anxious.

Henry Clark naturally had no interest in what the leopard was doing. Being trampled by the wild boar wasn’t without its benefits—at least a wild sanqi root had been accidentally dragged over by the boar. He had to work very hard to move his teeth, carefully nudging the root closer.

Both the leopard and Henry Clark were working hard, but the difference was that Henry Clark’s efforts were actually paying off. At last, he managed to get the wild sanqi root to his mouth and took a bite.

“So hard, so bitter…”

Chapter Three: Tiger Granny

A mountain wind swept by, and the leopard suddenly abandoned the wild boar’s carcass, shooting up the tree like an arrow, leaping up to the higher branches in just a few bounds.

The piece of wild sanqi root in Henry Clark’s mouth slipped out and fell. He stared blankly at the enormous tiger head floating above his own.

It was the first time he noticed that a tiger’s eyes were yellow. Perhaps it was because the sunlight was strong here, but the two black pupils had become thin vertical slits.

There was no emotion in those eyes, only endless indifference.

The wild sanqi root he had worked so hard to get now lay by his ear. Henry Clark felt a bit regretful…

It was a strange feeling—the tiger’s mouth was right above his head, yet he was mourning a blood-replenishing medicine he hadn’t managed to eat.

He’d heard that the long whiskers by a tiger’s mouth were very important, serving as its vital width-measuring tool. Now, the creature was brazenly rubbing its whiskers back and forth across Henry Clark’s pitch-black face.

Could it be that this beast was measuring the size of Henry Clark’s head to see if it could swallow him in one bite?

“A human? Alive?”

The voice was harsh, like a spoon scraping the bottom of a pot.

The tiger’s head was rudely kicked aside, and a wrinkled old woman’s face appeared above Henry Clark’s head.

Henry Clark first glanced at the tiger lying to the side, then at the wrinkled face, which looked chinless because it had no teeth.

Suddenly, he remembered the terrifying story his grandmother used to tell him as a child. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

“Grandma Tiger—”

The tiger wasn’t scary, but Grandma Tiger was… Tigers might not eat people, but Grandma Tiger definitely would.

Henry Clark had always believed this. The story of Grandma Tiger was told to young Henry Clark by Mrs. Clark for ten whole years, accompanying him through many sleepless nights.

The childhood fear, when faced with a real-life example, turned into utter despair.

Though he considered himself heavy, Grandma Tiger easily grabbed him with one hand and tossed him onto the tiger’s back.

The tiger looked big, but was actually quite short. Henry Clark’s hands dangled to the ground, and his feet dragged along, sweeping up piles of dead leaves.

Grandma Tiger gave a strange smile to the leopard hiding in the tree. The leopard let out a yowl and leapt to another tree, and after a few more bounds, disappeared into the dense forest.