Chapter 136: Pat the Tiger's Head

Chen Wuji leaned against the tree, gasping heavily, and couldn't even force himself to be optimistic.

Just then, a fierce beast roar suddenly rang out.

Immediately after, the wounded Striped Fierce Tiger leapt out, its tail like a steel cable sweeping sideways and flinging a wolf away, which hit the thick trunk with a thud.

The tiger's strength was too great; the wolf's spine clearly broke, and it went limp and fell.

In that same split second, the tiger bit down on another wolf's neck.

With a crisp crack, the wolf's body went limp.

As the saying goes, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse; though wounded, the Mighty Tiger still retained its might.

But Chen Wuji felt even more bitter inside.

Damn it!

Chen Wuji had thought that the tiger, under the wolves' siege, had long lost any strength to fight again.

But now it seems that's not the case at all.

Although badly injured, after all it is the Mountain Lord, and could still destroy him with a single swipe.

Old Chen felt bitter inside.

While the tiger was tangled with the last wolf, Chen Wuji quietly, slowly shifted his steps backward.

But after just two steps, the woods fell silent.

That last wolf seemed to have died.

Chen Wuji turned his head and found himself staring into the Mighty Tiger's indifferent, merciless eyes.

Chen Wuji's mouth twitched stiffly, and he planted his feet.

I wish my ears weren't so good; this is so embarrassing.

The tiger silently regarded Chen Wuji; its eyes full of majesty and killing intent showed no ripple, and in those wild eyes Chen Wuji seemed utterly like a dead thing.

It looked, and Chen Wuji looked back.

Even if he was about to die, Chen Wuji could not lose his human dignity!

Just then, the Mighty Tiger suddenly lay down on the ground and turned its head to one side.

Chen Wuji let out a sudden sigh of relief, then quietly shifted his steps again.

Hurry up and run.

Unexpectedly, that movement made the tiger glare at him again.

Chen Wuji: ……

Big Brother, what do you mean?

If you have any orders, just say them—I'll definitely listen.

The Mighty Tiger said nothing, just stared silently.

Chen Wuji didn't know what to do and dared not move.

Although the tiger hadn't attacked him, it was clearly unwilling to let him go.

Don't try to guess an animal's thoughts—you couldn't anyway.

Seeing that Chen Wuji seemed to have given up on fleeing, the tiger withdrew its gaze, lowered its head, and began licking its wounds.

Its nickname is Big Cat, and with good reason—its posture and movements are hardly different from a cat's.

The wolf pack had inflicted serious damage on it, with many wounds deep enough to expose bone.

"Tiger Brother, why don't I find some herbs to apply? That would work better than licking." Chen Wuji said, gathering his courage, feeling that the tiger temporarily seemed not intent on killing him, so he might as well try to get on its good side.

Although it's foolish, but what if it works?

Anyway, we can't beat it in a fight, and we can't run away.

The Mighty Tiger turned its head and glanced at Chen Wuji again.

But this time it was just a quick glance before it looked away.

"So… I'll go look for herbs, then?" Chen Wuji fixed his gaze on the tiger's reaction, slowly shifting his steps.

This time the tiger didn't look over.

It seemed to really understand.

Lowering its head to lick the wound, it remained unmoved.

There's hope—maybe there really is a chance.

Chen Wuji crept away bit by bit.

The Mighty Tiger didn't look over, nor did it suddenly chase him.

Mighty Tiger didn't look over, nor did it spring up to chase him.

This guy actually understood?

Slowly, Chen Wuji left the area and then broke into a frantic run.

Who would believe that this tiger is actually reasonable and understands human relations?

But only a fool would really go look for herbs for it.

Hurry up and escape for your life.

Chen Wuji ran about two or three hundred meters in one go, just about to catch his breath when—

Suddenly a noise came from behind.

Chen Wuji jerked his head around and went completely numb.

The tiger limped over slowly.

No, is this right?

No, is this correct this?

"Tiger Brother, I'm looking for it, but it's really hard to find; the medicinal ingredients are scarce." Chen Wuji was completely out of ideas, pretending to search for herbs around while shifting his steps farther away.

This old tiger seems to have actually become a spirit.

Chen Wuji simply couldn't believe that this guy really understood his words; it's too unscientific.

Chen Wuji dawdled, trying to increase the distance from the Mighty Tiger.

But as he walked, the old tiger followed step for step; the distance not only didn't increase, it actually decreased.

Moreover, in the meantime of his dilly-dallying, he actually managed to find all the herbs.

In this forest, finding medicine is not complicated at all.

Step down with one foot, and you'll step on two or three kinds.

It's just that the precious ones are hard to find.

Chen Wuji looked at the medicinal ingredients in his hand, gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and decided to take a gamble!

"Tiger Brother, the herbs are all found; why don't you lie down so I can treat you?" Chen Wuji said despairingly, his mind racing at high speed, thinking there was still no other escape plan.

The Mighty Tiger stopped its steps not far from Chen Wuji, raised its head and yawned, then suddenly lay down.

Chen Wuji's gaze froze stiffly.

Lying…

It really lay down.

"Tiger Brother, let's discuss this; I'll treat your wound, please don't bite me!" Chen Wuji kneaded the herbs into a ball, plucked up his courage, and approached.

As a hunter, he was actually forced into having no choice by an old tiger.

The strangeness of this matter is second only to that of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio.

Chen Wuji walked heavily up to the old tiger.

It, however, remained still.

Chen Wuji also saw no killing intent in its eyes.

Chen Wuji: ……

How could there be such an absurd thing in the world?

"Tiger Brother, let me say this first: the medicine will sting a bit, so don't lose your temper!" Chen Wuji reminded.

Even the idiom "making a deal with a tiger for its skin" is already terrifying.

Putting medicine on a tiger is simply dancing on the tip of a knife.

But what's even more deadly is.

He still has no choice.

Chen Wuji carefully placed a lump of the sticky herbs he had kneaded onto the old tiger's neck.

Roar!

The old tiger let out a fierce roar, then suddenly lowered its head and bit the ground.

Chen Wuji jumped in fright, leaping out, "Tiger Brother, I'm saving…… huh?"

Seeing the old tiger's mouth stuffed with weeds and dirt, he felt a bit dazed.

This old tiger……

It seems to be somewhat particular.

What shocked Chen Wuji even more was that he actually saw a look of grievance in the old tiger's eyes.

"I just said it, the medicine hurts a bit, but, but it heals quickly!" Chen Wuji said righteously.

He seemed to be able to relax a little.

"Hang in there, be good!"

Chen Wuji raised his hand and applied another lump of herbs.

Roar!

The old tiger whimpered, lowered its head, and took another mouthful of dirt.

The ground had been bitten into a small pit by it.

Chen Wuji jumped out again.

He warily looked for a moment, seeing the old tiger make no other move, he tore a few strips of cloth from his own clothes, "Tiger Brother, I'll bandage you up, you must stay still, watch your teeth."