"Oh my god!"
Li Fengzhi, who came closely behind, saw the pig and staggered back two steps, too scared to move forward.
What was once a pig had become a heap of shredded meat, with only the pig's head intact, as if the whole pig had been smashed to pieces.
"How does this pig look like it fell from the mountain?"
"That's what it looks like to me too. How else could it be so smashed up?"
Zhang Shuncai heard the murmurs around him, the veins on his forehead bulging again. Swinging the sickle in his hand, he shouted, "What the hell are you all chattering about, get lost!"
Zhang Shuncai glared around, eyes fierce, "I've made an enemy today. Whoever did this, don't let me find out who you are!"
"Daring to do it but not to show face, what a coward!" Li Fengzhi cursed along.
The small bridge was surrounded by onlookers. It wasn't the first time this mother and son duo had cursed in the street, so instead of anger, the people were more amused by their misfortune.
