TFWYH – Chapter 387 The Great Insect Descends the Mountain

Little did they know — the moment the old couple left, Little Shen immediately slipped into their room and started rummaging through everything.

Old Madam Liu usually kept a very close eye on her and would lock the room whenever she went out.

The room wasn’t big. It didn’t take long before Little Shen found a suspicious clay jar tucked into a corner of the cabinet.

She opened it — inside were broken pieces of silver and strings of copper coins.

Her heart began pounding. She grabbed handfuls of money and stuffed them into her clothes, glancing toward the doorway again and again.

Only…

Why was there so little?

Just a bit over sixty taels?

Forget it — money is money.

It was enough for her to settle down somewhere on her own.

Little Shen cleaned out Old Madam Liu’s stash completely, found two silver hairpins in the cabinet as well, and hurried off.

As she passed her own room, Ling Cangshun saw her and barked orders, full of arrogance: “I’m thirsty. Pour me a bowl of water.”

“Coming!” she answered smoothly — then turned and walked straight out.

Moments later, Ling Cangshun heard the courtyard gate creak open and shut.

“Damn bitch! I told you to get me water — where did you run off to? Get back here!”

Outside, Little Shen rolled her eyes when she heard him.

Who wants to go back and serve a cripple like you?

All the villagers were gathered at the headman’s house — this was the perfect chance to slip away.

With the silver tucked on her, she hurried toward the edge of the village, her eyes filled with excitement and dreams of a better future.

She had even planned what she would do after leaving and how she would spend the money.

But halfway there, she froze in shock.

The excitement in her eyes turned to terror.

A huge tiger was coming straight toward her — black-and-yellow fur streaked with blood, clearly injured and looking worn down.

Even so, it was utterly terrifying.

The tiger spotted her. Its eyes lit up. It opened its jaws, baring sharp fangs.

“Ahhh! Help! Help!” Little Shen screamed in horror and turned to run.

The tiger roared and lunged after her.

At the same time, the villagers at the headman’s house heard her screams.

What was happening?

Some people immediately ran toward the sound.

When they saw from a distance that Little Shen had been knocked to the ground by the tiger, their faces turned deathly pale.

“T-this is bad — a tiger! A tiger’s here!”

“The tiger’s eating someone!”

“Shen — your daughter’s being eaten by a tiger!”

Shen (her mother) froze for a moment — then let out a piercing scream.

“My daughter!”

She rushed out, and Big Shen grabbed a hoe from the headman’s house and followed. Some of the braver villagers trailed after them — supposedly to help, really to watch the commotion — not even caring about collecting their grain anymore.

As for the old Ling couple, they were scared stiff and didn’t dare step outside.

In her panic, Old Madam Liu forgot Old Man Ling’s warning and immediately turned on Tang Wan:

“What are you still standing there for? That’s your third aunt-in-law! Didn’t you even handle that earth-dragon before? Hurry and go help!”

With a life at stake, Tang Wan didn’t bother arguing. She stepped out at once.

By the time she arrived, Little Shen was already on the ground, barely alive, covered in blood and twitching.

Big Shen and several villagers were trying to surround and attack the tiger.

A tiger was still a tiger — even injured and weakened, it was ferocious.

The villagers’ fear of tigers ran deep. They hesitated and dodged, too afraid to truly charge in.

And the tiger, starving, pounced at anyone it saw.