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First took the torch from Second and brought it close to the slope. Lowering himself to the ground, he extended the torch downward, illuminating a visible area extending five meters down the slope. First examined the traces on the slope closely, inhaled sharply, and said, “Seven, bring the rope.”
Seven unfastened a coil of hemp rope from his waist.
In a low voice, First instructed, “Come on, you all hold onto the end of the rope and lower me down.”
Second interjected, “Let me do it, First.”
“What’s there to argue about now? Every second we waste means Eighth is in more danger!” First scolded. “Stop dawdling and lower me quickly.”
The rope unwound, circle by circle.
Suspended halfway down the slope, First suddenly called out, “Lower me more; I haven’t found Eighth yet.”
From above, Second replied, “There’s no more rope; it’s all been let out.”
Cursing under his breath, First untied the rope from his waist and began to feel around with the dagger tucked into his belt.
The others above felt the rope slacken and lost their grip. They moved closer to the edge of the slope and shouted, “First, are you okay?” After calling out several times without a response, they grew anxious.
Second said, “You two let me down.” Just as he finished speaking, First’s voice came from below: “Don’t come down here and cause trouble! Second, stay up there and behave!”
“There’s something off about this place; the sound is traveling strangely slow. You all stay up there!”
With that, First continued to climb down.
“Be careful, First,” Second shouted from above.
“Wait a moment, First, I’ll send a long knife down to you; who knows what’s down there,” Seven called out.
Using the rope, First managed to grab the knife.
The three above continued to wait when suddenly there was a rustling in the forest.
"Everyone be careful, there's movement," Third said, drawing a long knife from his back. Second also pulled out an iron rod, while Seven, having given his long knife to First, held a dagger.
Suddenly, the pile of grass stopped rustling, and they all heard the sound of someone swallowing, like a tiger that hadn't eaten for days.
Sure enough, a pair of glowing green eyes appeared in their line of sight without warning. Damn it, it really was a tiger.
Third took a deep breath and cursed, "What bad luck; what we fear has come."
"What do we do now?" Seven asked.
"Let's kill the damn thing!" Second shouted, brandishing the iron rod and stepping forward. Third grabbed Second's wrist and said, " Second, don't be impulsive. We're no match for it."
"What are we supposed to do? We can't just sit here and wait to die," Second replied, making another move forward.
It wasn't until the tiger emerged fully from the grass that Second halted in his tracks. The three felt a chill run down their spines. Was this really a tiger? This was the first time any of them had seen one like this after so many years.
Third whispered, "Seven, if you want to live, don't say a word. Let's act according to the situation; watch my signals."
Both nodded in response.
The tiger across from them was two or three times larger than an ordinary one. It opened its mouth, drool dripping from its fangs onto its whiskers as it slowly advanced toward them, clearly considering the three as easy prey.
The trio kept retreating, half of Second's foot already dangling in midair. Anxiously, he asked, "What do we do? Third, say something!"
Third licked the back of his knife and said, "Seven, you're smaller; try to flank it from the side and ambush it." He handed his long knife to Seven and took the dagger from him.
" Second, we'll attack from the front," Third instructed.
"Okay," Second replied quietly this time. Everyone was now fully focused and ready for battle.
No one among them was without the burden of lives lost, and at this moment, they couldn't help but feel a tremor in their hearts.
"I'll count to three, and then we act," one of them said.
The three exchanged glances, signaling that they were ready.
Third lowered his voice and began to count: "One, two, three, action!" Second let out a loud roar and charged forward with a one-meter-long iron rod. Third leaped onto the back of the tiger, while Seven took advantage of the chaos to sneak behind it.
As soon as Third landed on the tiger's back, he plunged a dagger into its flesh. The tiger roared in pain and violently shook its body, throwing Third several meters away. He crashed into a tree and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, clutching his chest in agony and unable to move.
Feeling seriously threatened, the tiger erupted with rage, glaring at the group with its massive eyes as if to say: You will all die.
Second, wielding the iron rod, had reached the tiger's front and swung with all his might at its head. The tiger countered by thrusting its head upward, absorbing much of Second's strength. Blood splattered from the tiger's head instantly.
There was still a wound bleeding on the tiger's back, and blood from its head dripped into its mouth. As it tasted its own blood, its eyes turned a deep crimson, indicating that it was beyond furious.
Second was knocked down and nearly tumbled off the slope. The tiger slowly approached him, its eyes betraying a hint of fear despite its fury.
With his hands pressed against the ground, covered in muddy filth, Second felt cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
Just as the tiger's fangs were about to reach him,
its front legs suddenly sank slowly to the ground, an expression of pain crossing its face. It turned out that Seven's long knife had already embedded itself halfway into the tiger's body.
Blood poured from the tiger’s mouth as its gaze began to dim.
Seeing this scene, Second felt as if he had walked back from the brink of death; he wiped away his cold sweat. The tension that had gripped him began to ease.
At that moment, something brushed against Second's hand on the ground. Still not fully relaxed, he tensed up again and slowly drew out his dagger, thrusting it backward with lightning speed. His wrist was immediately seized by a familiar voice: "It's me."
This time, Second truly relaxed his previously tense demeanor and sheathed his dagger. Seven rushed over to pull First up.
First was covered in scars, with dozens of cuts of various sizes all over his body.
Before anyone could ask for details, First anxiously shouted, "Pack your things and run! There’s something sinister down there."
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a tightening in their chests. Seven hurried over to help Third, who was lying on the ground.
First glanced at the tiger lying before him but paid it no mind. He continued to shout, "Forget about the weapons! Everyone, get away from this place quickly!"
With gritted teeth, they dragged their injured bodies and ran for several hundred meters.
Along the way, Second kept asking, "What’s down there, First?"
"First replied, "I'll tell you once we’re out of danger. For now, everyone stay quiet and conserve your strength."
After running for a while, the four of them gradually came to a stop.
First spoke up, " Seven, bandage everyone's wounds. We’ll rest here tonight. Whatever you do, don’t light a torch."
They all nodded in agreement, and as Third relaxed, he fainted.
After Seven finished bandaging everyone’s wounds, he asked, "First, what exactly is down there? What happened to Eighth?"
By this time, First had calmed down somewhat, but his pupils were still constricted with lingering fear.
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