There were many of them. One was fine. If many came, what would they do?
"How many are there?" Although Ning Bai was a little flustered, he was a village chief. He could not show weakness in front of everyone.
"About seven or eight." Old Master Chen did not look happy either. He was a hunter and had never seen so many tigers.
Ning Yue frowned. Whether in modern times or ancient times, tigers were dangerous animals.
It was fine in the modern era. There was a lot of technology to deal with tigers.
This was ancient times, and this was still the era of cold weapons. The best weapons to deal with tigers were knives, spears, and clubs.
Perhaps…
Ning Yue gently pressed the red mole on her wrist. She had only discovered it after coming here. This was a sign of the space.
