Old Zhang was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, his body trembled, and his pants became wet.
He didn't feel ashamed at all. There was only a strong feeling of surviving a disaster in his heart, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.
After an unknown period of time, someone finally couldn't help but walk over and size up the man on the Tiger corpse, discussing him.
"It's really a human. He's seriously injured. I don't know if he's Dead or Alive ..."
"This person seemed to have fallen from the sky and killed the piebald Tiger. He saved us ..."
“……”
After old Zhang finally recovered, he pushed through the crowd and walked over shakily. He bent down and touched the man's nose.
"He ... He's not dead yet. He's still breathing ..." He said with great excitement.
"He's still alive after suffering such heavy injuries. This is unbelievable ..."The crowd exclaimed.