Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 390: Reap What You Sow (1)_1

Chapter 390: Chapter 390: Reap What You Sow (1)_1

Before reaching the hall, she heard a clamorous din coming from inside. Mo Yan hurried in and found, besides the Liyan Aunt and Nephew, about a dozen disheveled villagers. Seeing them in such a state, her heart sank slightly, and she exchanged a meaningful glance with Lixiu.

Lixiu shook her head in shame, signaling that she had not figured out the cause and consequence of the incident.

The villagers’ eyes lit up when they saw her, and one person came charging forward, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a bloody wound and spoke indignantly, "Yan girl, your dog has bitten me, and who knows if I’ll catch rabies. You must give me an explanation tonight."

With one taking the lead, the rest stood out in agreement:

"That’s right, we were all injured by your dog, you must give us an explanation!"

"Exactly, the dog is yours, you can’t deny it!"

Wang Dali, who had been somewhat confused, seemed to sober up a bit, but his leg injury was too severe to stand. At that moment, he glared at Mo Yan with a venomous look, hissing, "If this leg of mine can’t be saved, even at the cost of my life, I’ll make sure to tear a piece of flesh from the Mo Family."

Mo Yan was not afraid of Wang Dali’s threats; she didn’t even glance at him. Her cold gaze swept across the faces of the people, finally resting on the face of the person who had spoken first: "You say my dog injured you, what evidence do you have?"

A trace of panic flashed across the man’s face, as he pointed at Mo Yan, his tone fierce but with a hint of trepidation, "It was your dog that bit us, all of us here are injured, which proves that it’s your dog who went mad biting us, don’t you try to shirk responsibility."

"That’s right!" The others hurriedly chimed in, showing their arms or legs with their wounds gaping and bloodied, looking truly miserable.

Mo Yan’s gaze moved over the wounds one by one, becoming increasingly certain it wasn’t Little Flower who had hurt them. She coldly stared at those who were making the most noise, sneering, "Is that so? Then why don’t you explain how, in the dead of night, my dog managed to bite you, and how it could have mauled so many sturdy men like you to such an extent!"

"This..." The dozen or so men looked at each other, uncertain of what to say, and their gazes collectively turned to Wang Dali.

Seeing this, Mo Yan, with amusement in her eyes, watched Wang Dali slumped in the chair like a dead dog, quite eager to hear what he would say.

Wang Dali, whether from pain or anger at Mo Yan’s refusal to acknowledge the blame, breathed heavily, pointing at Mo Yan and cursed, "You shameless girl, don’t even think about playing dumb. Your dog dares to hunt wild boars; harming us is nothing to it! Tonight, even if you talk till the sky falls, you must take responsibility. Cough up the silver for compensation right away and fetch the best doctor to treat our injuries promptly, or else, don’t blame us for not being polite!"

"Not being polite?" Mo Yan hooked her lips, her eyes filled with mockery, "Let’s set aside the bite marks; those deep scratches aren’t something a dog’s paw could inflict. You insist on framing Little Flower, but I’ll just have to wait for it to return, so we can see how its paws are as sharp and long as a cat’s, scratching you all up like this."

These scratches were deep and narrow, clearly visible to the discerning eye as not being caused by a dog. Even if Little Flower were a wolf, it wouldn’t have claws sharp enough to tear through thick cotton clothes and carve out chunks of flesh.

For a moment, she thought it might have been Mao Tuan’s doing, but Mao Tuan was still not full-grown, quite timid, and didn’t have the powerful killer instinct. Therefore, she suspected these men had sneaked into the mountain in the middle of the night and encountered a full-grown tiger.

Besides a tiger, she couldn’t think of any other wild animal in Yuhua Mountain that could maul and bite people like this.