Chapter 122: Zhou Sinian’s Fear

At Liu Dazhu’s home, on the warm kang bed, Ming Dai happily hugged a wooden box, smiling brightly.

A whole box full of tiger bones!

She hadn’t even glimpsed such a treasure in her previous life, but this time it was hers!

For a doctor who possessed countless prescriptions containing tiger bone, this was an irresistible temptation.

Only Ming Dai truly understood its value—others, like Zhou Sinian, did not.

At this moment, he stood alone on the floor, watching from afar as Ming Dai held the wooden box, his brows deeply furrowed, stubbornly refusing to climb onto the kang.

Ming Dai was too delighted to pay him any mind. After watching for a long time, Zhou Sinian slowly approached and sat at the edge of the kang, still unwilling to get on.

Ming Dai carefully inspected the box. The tiger bones were well preserved, no damage at all. She then asked Zhou Sinian to help carry the box down since the heat on the kang was detrimental to preservation.

Zhou Sinian blinked and silently stepped back, showing his reluctance.

In the end, it was Liu Laifu who caught the box and placed it on the floor.

Ming Dai found Zhou Sinian’s behavior strange but didn’t press the matter with so many people around. She planned to ask him at home.

Before Ming Dai and the others arrived, Aunt Huang had already given money to her nephews, and now the two men were grinning ear to ear.

Ming Dai lingered, cracking hazelnuts with Zhou Sinian on the kang while listening to Aunt Huang and her nephews talk.

Aunt Huang gently touched her nephews’ reddened faces from the cold. “It’s so cold—how did you come down? It just snowed in the mountains, didn’t it?”

Black Tiger chuckled sheepishly. “We trudged through the snow, wearing leather pants and jackets. We looked out for each other, so it was okay.”

Sister Huang fondly touched a leg of mutton brought down by her family and happily said, “Brother Huzi, my mother said we should come back to the mountain with you this time. There are plenty of good things to trade for you.”

Aunt Huang nodded, thinking her mother was aging too fast, and her sister-in-law’s confusion was growing worse. She wanted to visit more often.

Black Tiger looked troubled. “Aunt, it might not be possible. The tigers in the mountain are acting strange this year. Usually, one male and one female tiger guard two separate peaks, mating but otherwise not interfering. We pass through the trails with guns without issues.

“But this year, the male tiger wandered into the female’s territory. The two have been fighting fiercely all day, howling, scaring us so badly we haven’t slept soundly at night.

“Fortunately, we haven’t disturbed the female’s prey, so they haven’t come into the village to harm anyone, but bringing you back would be too dangerous.”

Aunt Huang and Sister Huang were disappointed. They understood the mountain’s situation and dared not take big risks. They’d have to wait for another chance after the New Year.

The more Ming Dai heard, the more uneasy she became. She glanced at Zhou Sinian, who still frowned, staring intently at the box on the floor.

Could it be such a coincidence?

She remembered hearing tiger roars when they were packing up the sheep and the silly boys at Daqing Mountain.

Could it be that very tiger?

Ming Dai felt uneasy—if the tiger entered the village to attack because of food shortages, it would be her fault.

Clearing her throat, she said, “Um, Aunt, I have some veterinary medicine for driving away wild beasts. Should I give some to this gentleman?”

Black Tiger was startled and looked at the young educated youth on the kang. “You have veterinary medicine?!”

Aunt Huang was excited too. “Oh, young educated youth, you have this valuable stuff! My family still had some left from my grandfather’s generation. Once it was used up, we never saw it again. I thought no one knew how to make it now.”

Ming Dai smiled shyly. If it weren’t for the tiger problem possibly caused by her and Zhou Sinian’s misfortune, she wouldn’t have mentioned it.

“The herbs are scarce, so the medicine isn’t abundant. Hang it where the tiger usually comes down the mountain. It should help, but be careful not to get it wet.”

Black Tiger and Flower Leopard exchanged a glance, rubbed their hands, and said excitedly, “Thank you, little Ming educated youth! This will help us a lot. There are not only tigers but also wolves in the mountains. Although the wolves haven’t descended this year, they usually come to the village several times a year. They’ve even dragged away children before. If the medicine really works, we have to thank you properly!

“How much is it? We’ll buy it. We can’t let you suffer a loss!”

The wolves thought: “We’d like to go, but all the capable ones were beaten to death by Zhou Sinian. The few of us left are all weaklings. Who would go run errands on New Year’s? We’d rather pull the sled and get big bones to chew on! Delicious!”

Ming Dai asked and found out the two would return home tomorrow, so they arranged to deliver the medicine then. As for payment, Ming Dai told them to deduct it from next year’s hazelnuts—the mountain hazelnuts were truly fragrant!

Aunt Huang was also pleased, thinking Ming Dai was helping her nephews out of kindness. After all, these days, money and tickets were harder to come by than mountain goods.

Ming Dai had something on her mind and called Zhou Sinian to help carry the box home, but he still refused, standing far away with his backpack, unwilling to come near.

Ming Dai was a little exasperated—the box was too heavy for her alone.

In the end, the Liu brothers helped her carry it back.

After sending the two off, Ming Dai looked at Zhou Sinian standing outside the door. Since returning from Aunt Huang’s house, he hadn’t said a word, just staring blankly at the box.

Ming Dai opened the box, and Zhou Sinian took two steps back.

Raising an eyebrow, she asked, “Are you afraid of this?”

Zhou Sinian averted his gaze and remained silent.

Curious, Ming Dai thought: Zhou Sinian is fearless and confrontational—how could he be afraid of something? He’s a humanoid weapon who can singlehandedly take on two packs of wolves. Why be scared of a tiger?

She suddenly recalled that last time at Daqing Mountain, when he sensed the tiger’s presence, Zhou Sinian immediately led her away.

Back then, she thought he was protecting her because it was inconvenient for both of them to fight and avoid injury. Now it seemed otherwise.

He was simply afraid of tigers.

Even seeing tiger bones made him react this strongly?

Ming Dai saw his pale expression and didn’t dare tease him. She put the tiger bones into the storage space for safekeeping.

That night, the two slept in the space.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Sinian’s door quietly opened. He tiptoed toward the storage warehouse inside the space.

Passing rows of neatly arranged shelves, he stopped at the shelf where Ming Dai had specially placed the medicinal herbs.

The wooden box was on the second shelf, looking ordinary.

Zhou Sinian stood far away, not daring to approach.

He stared at the box as if the tiger inside were still alive, its flesh intact, claws sharp.

It was hiding inside, waiting for the moment to break out and strike him fatally.

His head began to ache again, his vision flooded with red, and haunting screams echoed in his ears. The bloody, pungent scent of the tiger seemed to linger around his nostrils.

Lately, his head often ached with intermittent flashbacks, barely within his grasp. But now, the images materialized vividly, as if right before his eyes.

Zhou Sinian suddenly shut his eyes tightly. Large drops of sweat rolled down his face as his whole body trembled uncontrollably. The scars on his body felt like they were burning, igniting a rage and fear inside that he wanted to scream out.

But his throat felt blocked; no matter how hard he tried, no sound came out.

Finally, he collapsed weakly to the floor, like a fish stranded from shore, struggling desperately for diminishing air.

Amid the blood-red haze, a blurry figure screamed at him: “Sinian! Run! Run!”

Zhou Sinian tried desperately to make out who it was, but endless darkness swallowed him.

After an unknown time, he woke up on the floor.

He lay there weakly, staring at the dark ceiling of the warehouse, as bleak as his current inner world.

Who was he?

What had he experienced?

Who was the person shouting at his ear to run?

Blood—blood everywhere!

Someone had died.

He lifted his eyes to the box on the shelf. It still rested peacefully, harmless.

But Zhou Sinian knew he had seen with his own eyes how that gaping mouth tore off an arm, flesh and blood ripped away and swallowed whole.

Originally, it was going to eat him, but that person had forced himself in, shoving Zhou Sinian’s arm into the tiger’s jaws, giving him a chance to escape.

“Sinian! Run! Run!”

Then came endless wailing and hot blood splattering on his back.

That blood burned painfully.

When Ming Dai woke early the next morning, she found the villa silent.

Coming downstairs to the kitchen, the man who greeted her every morning with a smile, Zhou Sinian, was nowhere to be found.

She frowned, calling his name twice with no response. Checking his room, it was empty.

She went outside to look, but no one was in the vegetable garden or the small pasture.

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