It was hard to believe unless seen with one's own eyes.
Zhang Xiaomeng just gave a sinister smile, "If you say I'm human, then I'm human. If you say I'm a ghost, then I'm a ghost."
And the tiger, having lost its heart, fell straight from mid-air, its body trembling repeatedly, vomiting blood ceaselessly. It tried to stand up, but could only let out woeful whimpers. Blood pooled on the ground, and then it breathed its last.
Suddenly, another tiger's roar echoed through the mountains and forests.
Zhang Xiaomeng was immediately astonished—it seemed there were other tigers in the forest.
Killing this one seemed to be self-defense, not to mention not a violation of environmental conservation.
As for the monkeys, although the tiger was dead, they were still somewhat afraid, not daring to come closer. They could only shout at the direction of the tiger like before, and even throw stones.
"They're all uncivilized animals."
