"What are you yelling about, nothing's even happened yet, and you're already losing your cool!"
Gao Tiezhu was a bit displeased with his wife's panicked demeanor, so he loudly chided Ms. Zhu.
Ms. Zhu, having been scolded, immediately quieted down.
She stepped back several times, curled up in the corner, and dared not say a word.
At this moment, in the pigsty, the pigs that were originally asleep began to get up one by one.
They let out terrifying screams, and a few pigs even started climbing the pigsty, looking desperate to get out.
The roosters in the chicken coop started crowing, and the clucking resonated throughout the village.
People who heard Xing Beichen's prophecy during the day quickly got up from their beds and hurried to Gao Tiezhu's house to see the spectacle.
"Dad... something's really going to happen, what should we do, should we flee!" Gao Cuihua, trembling, pointed at the pigs hanging their hooves on the pigsty.
