I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 369 - 249 Ancient Temple and... Abnormality?

Chapter 369: Chapter 249 Ancient Temple and... Abnormality?

The air suddenly fell silent.

As though even breathing had become cautious.

Because what had just occurred was somewhat bewildering.

Living to this age, no one had ever witnessed such a scene.

Those present looked at each other, searching for confirmation in one another’s faces—as if a long time had passed, they still found the scene before them incredible and unbelievable.

The vast majority here had never seen a wild boar with their own eyes, let alone witnessed three wild boars howling and fleeing in disarray.

But fundamentally, almost everyone had heard something about wild boars and knew how terrifying they could be in the wild.

For example, in the Northeast Region, there is a saying, "First the wild boar, second the bear, third the tiger," which is not a ranking based on combat ability but on the level of threat to humans.

Wild boars are one of the wild animals most likely to be encountered and also one with the strongest aggression; without weapons in hand, it’s nearly impossible to contend with a wild boar by bare hands.

The skin of a wild boar is very rough, covered with stiff short hair, which can keep moisture out and provides good protection for the wild boar. Wild boars also often roll in the mud, cover their bodies in it, and rub their sides against tree stumps, rocks, and hard river beds. Over time, their fur will turn into a hard protective layer, making it very tough and thick.

This thick layer of defense meant that if the three wild boars charged into this unarmed crowd, most people would be severely injured before they could possibly cooperate to kill the three wild boars.

Of course, such united effort was impossible.

The most likely scenario would have been that after killing two or three of them, the remaining people would have scattered and fled, and most would have survived.

But now,

the development of the situation was not as everyone had anticipated.

In that moment, the three wild boars lost their usual composure and ferocity.

They seemed to have become panicked clowns, performing an escape act in front of all eyes.

Their every cry and clumsy jump were like drumbeats directly striking people’s hearts, stirring ripples while causing everyone to harbor a trace of doubt.

What was going on?

The three wild boars seemed to have encountered something unbelievably terrifying.

Theoretically speaking, even if they encountered a bear or a tiger, they should not be scared to this extent.

Yet now, the three wild boars were in sheer panic.

Urine and feces flowing as they stampeded away.

Leaving behind a trail of disarray and their incoming footprints.

As well as a mix of wild boar and faint human excrement odors lingering in the air.

Everyone’s hearts were filled with questions.

But no one at this moment could provide an answer.

The middle-aged leader with his mouth agape also managed to close his jaw with difficulty.

He regretted not bringing along a wildlife expert or a Hunter, and although he was clueless about the current situation, the departure of the wild boars was certainly a good thing.

Now, not a single person was injured or dead.

The next most important task was to bring everyone back safely.

Aside from the leader, the young man who had been chased was also finally able to relax.

When he staggered to a stop before everyone, his entire being exuded an indescribable wretchedness and fatigue, as if he had just narrowly escaped a life-and-death struggle.

However, thinking back to the recent appearance of the wild boars, it wasn’t an overstatement to say the young man had indeed narrowly escaped such a battle.

Wild boars typically do not attack or eat people on their own initiative.

They primarily feed on vegetation—roots, fruits, nuts, and insects.

However, not eating does not mean they won’t attack.

The young man was indeed very lucky to have survived.

The youth’s gaze swept rapidly over the crowd and finally settled on the leader.

It was a look that conveyed the relief and guilt of seeing a loved one.

"I... I got lost," the young man stuttered as he began to speak.

Following that,

the young man concisely narrated his experience of getting lost.

Everyone listened with bated breath.

His voice was slightly quivering but gradually became more stable.

He told the group he had originally tried to explore the edge of the forest by climbing over a wire fence, but one misstep led him off the planned path.

His phone had no signal and his compass had been inadvertently lost somewhere.

And so, he stepped deeper into the unknown.

He tried to find his way back but became completely lost among the dense forest and repetitive scenery.

He had tried marking his path with sticks and stones but seemed to only go in circles.

Then, he inadvertently entered into a wild boar’s territory.

At this point, he instinctively glanced back at the deep forest section, a flicker of fear in his eyes.

"After crossing the wire fence, I thought I was safe, but who would’ve thought that they had broken through at a few rusted spots on the fence."

"At that moment, I was terrified out of my wits and could only run, thinking that I absolutely couldn’t stop. It wasn’t until I heard your voices that I ran over here like grasping at a life-saving straw."

His words brought everyone back to their senses.

They all looked at him with unusual eyes.

Most of them were implicitly blaming him, with little sympathy.

After all, their voices may have been a lifesaver for the young man, but for the rest of them, it was certainly an unfounded experience of walking through Ghost Gate.