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Chapter 533 Tiger-Slaying Hero
Wu Song traveled day and night towards Qinghe County, eventually entering the territory of Yanggu County.

Around noon, just as Wu Song was feeling hungry, he saw an inn ahead of him with a banner that read "Three bowls and you're done."

"What do you mean by 'three bowls before crossing the hill'?" Wu Song strode forward, sat down in the inn, and the innkeeper hurriedly came up to take his order.

"Give me three or four pounds of meat, and a jar of good wine!"

"A whole jar!?"

"What's wrong? Are you worried I can't afford the drinks?"

Wu Song reached into his luggage and smashed a silver ingot onto the table.

"It's not a matter of money, but rather a matter of wine," the shopkeeper said politely to Wu Song.

“I saw you hung a flag in front of your door that says ‘Three bowls and you can’t cross the hill.’ Did you put something in your wine?” Wu Song asked.

"It wasn't drugged. This wine is excellent, called 'Tou Ping Xiang' or 'Men Chu Dao,' and it tastes exceptionally good and is very intoxicating," the shopkeeper replied.

"I'm not short of money, and I'm not afraid of getting drunk, so just give me a jar to drink."

"Sir, this jar of wine is enough for sixteen bowls. If you don't drink any of the liquid, one jar can really make you drunk to death."

"How many bowls of wine can I buy with this ingot of silver?" Wu Song asked.

"Leaving aside the cost of these four ounces of cooked beef, it's enough for you to drink eighteen bowls, sir."

"Then give me eighteen bowls."

"Bring me two jars of wine, sit next to me, and after I finish one bowl, pour me another. Let's see if I can finish all eighteen bowls of wine!!"

Wu Song glared at the shopkeeper, who broke out in a cold sweat and had no choice but to fetch two jars of wine for Wu Song and personally serve him.

After eating the cooked beef and drinking three bowls, Wu Song started talking.

"Shopkeeper, your wine is good, and the beef is delicious too. Why don't I see any other customers dining at your shop?" Wu Song asked.

"I don't know either."

"Starting this month, hardly anyone has come from Jingyanggang to patronize my business here."

"I thought someone must have drunk my wine elsewhere and died at home, which is why no one is coming to my shop now." The shopkeeper poured Wu Song a full glass of wine.

"Drinking alone isn't enjoyable! I'd like you to drink with me!"

Wu Song took out another silver ingot and slammed it on the table. The shopkeeper accepted the ingot with a complicated expression, poured himself a bowl of wine, and sipped it slowly to keep Wu Song company.

After drinking eighteen bowls of wine, Wu Song spoke without stammering, while the innkeeper who was with Wu Song also drank three bowls of wine and then passed out drunk on the table.

"Hey, I've already paid for the food and drinks. Now I'm leaving, so take good care of the shop. I'll come back for drinks with you again next time!"

Wu Song packed his belongings, left the drunk innkeeper at the inn, and headed up Jingyang Ridge himself.

No one knows that a giant tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead now roams Jingyang Ridge. It is three times the size of an ordinary tiger and needs to eat sixty catties of meat a day to keep up with its needs.

Unaware of what was happening, passersby walked up Jingyang Ridge and all became food for this giant worm, leaving only a pile of bloody bones.

Wu Song walked up Jingyang Ridge, just as the giant tiger with its white forehead and piercing eyes, which had been dormant during the day, began to hunt at night after twilight.

As the effects of the alcohol took hold, Wu Song felt his body burning hot. He opened his robe to cool off and walked through the dense woods on Jingyang Ridge. When he saw a flat, large blue stone, he decided to lie down and take a nap.

Wu Song landed on the large blue stone, reached out and touched it, only to find his clothes were dirtied by the dust on the stone.

"what is this?"

Wu Song felt that the large bluestone was somewhat slippery, and there were a few hairs stuck to his palm. When he looked at it in the light, he saw that they were a few white animal hairs.

A foul gust of wind swept by, and Wu Song heard a rustling sound from the bushes behind him. A large white tiger leaped out of the bushes and launched a back attack on Wu Song.

The alcohol had not yet numbed Wu Song; he was still in a state of heightened excitement before being numbed. He immediately turned around and used his staff to block the tiger's claws.

The white tiger's paw was as big as Wu Song's head. Wu Song shrank back, abandoned his staff, slipped out from between the tiger's legs, and unleashed a powerful kick at the two bells at the base of the tiger's tail!
The tiger, with its piercing eyes and white forehead, was in pain and became even more ferocious, turning around and lunging at Wu Song.

The tiger was heavier than Wu Song, and Wu Song dared not confront this enormous white tiger head-on, for if he were pinned down, he would die there.

With its gaping maw wide open, Wu Song had no way to block it and could only use his left arm to shield the tiger's mouth.

Wu Song also became furious.

My left hand might be beyond saving, but I'll trade my life for it.

Wu Song flipped onto the white tiger's back, used his left arm in the tiger's mouth to restrain the tiger's head, and clenched his right fist to beat the tiger's head desperately.

After being struck seventy or eighty times, Wu Song's left arm was a bloody mess in the white tiger's mouth, with broken tendons and bones.

The alien white tiger was also beaten to death by Wu Song's fist, bleeding from all seven orifices.

Wu Song tore his clothes apart with one hand, used the cloth to tightly bind the base of his left arm to stop the bleeding, and, exhausted, used the white tiger as a blanket to fall asleep.

The next day, Wu Song slowly awoke under the blazing sun.

When Wu Song woke up, he could no longer feel his left hand. When he raised his left arm, he saw that his left hand was unrecognizable and quite horrifying.

"Ugh……"

Wu Song sighed.

"It's all this guy's fault. He ate the passersby, which is why no one went to the tavern down the hill to drink."

Wu Song was eight feet tall, but the white tiger that died beneath him looked twice his size.

If he had seen clearly last night and hadn't been drinking, Wu Song knew he wouldn't have fought that tiger to the death.

"We need to get this thing home."

Wu Song looked at the dead tiger with its piercing eyes and white forehead as if it were his own left hand, which he had traded for with one of his arms.

Tiger bones were used to make medicinal wine, tiger roots were also used to make medicinal wine, tiger blood was drained and drunk, tiger meat was cooked and eaten, and tiger skin was made into carpets...

The dead hybrid white tiger is a huge fortune.

Wu Song also thought that he should make a cloak out of the tiger skin, and wear the tiger head and the tiger skin cloak to attend the Heroes' Gathering in Yuhang.

Wu Song, pale-faced, descended Jingyang Ridge and returned to the inn known as "Three Bowls and You Can't Cross the Ridge".

The shopkeeper was shocked to see Wu Song, who was covered in blood, mostly his own.

"There's a giant tiger on Jingyang Ridge. In the past, all the travelers have been eaten by that tiger. I encountered it last night," Wu Song told the innkeeper.

"Oh my goodness! It's amazing that you're back!" the shop owner exclaimed.

"I didn't come here to talk about these things."

“I’ve already killed that big worm. I need you to help me get rid of it. I want to take it back to my hometown, Qinghe County.”

"I...I'm closing this shop down?"

The shopkeeper looked at Wu Song, and Wu Song looked at the shopkeeper in return.

"I'll give it a try. It shouldn't be too tiring for the two of us to carry a big insect."

"Give me two bowls of wine to stop the pain first."

"Alright, hero!"

The shopkeeper poured two bowls of wine for Wu Song.

Wu Song picked up the bowl with one hand, and instead of pouring the wine into his mouth, he poured it onto his bloodied and mangled left arm, which was covered by tattered clothes.

(End of this chapter)