Suddenly, it fell silent up ahead. The four dogs were no longer barking. Zhao Jun's heart sank, and he instinctively started to rush forward.
'It was just like the battle on Little Gu Mountain, outside Yongsheng Village, after the New Year.'
Huang Gui's six dogs had surrounded that nearly seven-hundred-jin "cannon egg" boar, and the situation had been just like this. Once the dogs were all injured, they naturally stopped barking.
"Xiaojun!" Lin Xiangshun, quick of hand and sharp of eye, grabbed Zhao Jun. "Stop running. Your dogs will be back in a minute."
"Huh?" Zhao Jun was taken aback and said hurriedly, "Second Brother, the dogs have stopped barking! I don't want them getting hurt."
"Not a chance," Lin Xiangshun said with a small laugh. "The dogs couldn't hold the boar, so it got away. They're on their way back, so what's there to bark about?"
Hearing this, Zhao Jun blinked and stood frozen in place.
