With the Longquan River dried up, it was no surprise that any surviving beasts in the forest would guard a water source to the death.
But the claw marks on each stalk of bamboo followed a pattern, almost as if the beast had intentionally left the bamboo for Qin Shen to cut.
Jiang Si frowned. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was strange.
Jiang Linhai called Jiang Chengwu over. He took a bamboo stalk and examined it closely. "Based on my experience," he judged, "these are from a tiger's claws. A huge, adult male tiger, at that."
The color drained from Jiang Linhai's face. He turned to Jiang Si and said, "Sisi, you still haven't recovered from your fever. Don't go tomorrow. I'll take the gun! You can go get water after I've shot and killed that tiger."
Jiang Si shook her head. "It's just a slight fever. I know my limits. If a tiger that big really exists, you'd be the one in danger. I can hide in my space at any moment."
