Not long after Fang Yuan dragged the wild boar away, another burst of commotion and the heavy sound of something being dragged came from the village entrance.
The villagers had yet to fully recover from their shock and sour-grapes resentment when they heard it and craned their necks to look again.
At this sight, they froze once more.
Another group of people—four or five men—were trudging into the village entrance, their bodies likewise flecked with snow and stained with blood as they struggled to drag a wild boar behind them!
This wild boar was no small catch either. Though it seemed slightly smaller than Fang Yuan's, it was still an enviable haul.
"It's San Zhuang!"
"San Zhuang and his men caught a wild boar too!"
"What kind of day is this? Two wild boars?"
The villagers erupted in an uproar. Today's surprises truly came one after another!
Weariness showed on San Zhuang's face, but it could not conceal his delight and pride as he directed his companions to put their backs into it.
Yet he quickly sensed that something about the atmosphere at the village entrance was strange.
The villagers' eyes held surprise, yes, but they did not seem... all that shocked? It was as though they had just witnessed something even more astonishing.
Looking closer, he saw an exceptionally conspicuous drag mark in the snow, gouged deep into the frozen earth.
It stretched all the way into the depths of the village... That was definitely not a trail his group could have made. What kind of weight would it take to leave such a mark?
San Zhuang's heart thumped. He grabbed a familiar villager and asked gruffly, "That drag mark... Who came back earlier? What huge thing did they get?"
The villager wore a complicated expression and clicked his