Lin Qingshan had just exerted a lot of strength and was still catching his breath.
It seemed as if the wild boar had singled him out.
He cursed his luck in his heart.
He stood with his hoe, ready to counterattack.
But before the wild boar could charge—
A small figure leaped past Lin Qingshan and charged straight towards it.
It was Lin Tang.
A murmur rippled through the villagers, and their expressions changed.
"...It's Lin Tang!!"
"My Goodness! Why did Lin Tang run over there..."
"Quick, go save her, Lin Tang's tiny frame isn't enough for a wild boar's light slap."
"Has Lin Tang gone mad? She's acting like she doesn't want to live."
Some, who couldn't bear to watch, even closed their eyes.
When Li Xiuli saw her daughter's figure, she staggered, nearly fainting.
"Tangtang!!" She cried out in distress, her face deathly pale.
Her voice was heavy with fear.