It was already past eight in the morning by the time they returned to Sanbao Temple.
The entire street was filled with stalls and bustling with people.
A large crowd of onlookers had gathered around the circus.
Word had long since spread that the circus's tiger had escaped and that SWAT had been dispatched to capture it.
On top of that, someone at the circus had died, and the scene was cordoned off with police tape.
As Shen Xin squeezed through the crowd, he overheard someone confidently proclaiming that the tiger had burst into a private residence.
'Poor guy,' the man was saying. 'There was just one old man left in the house.'
"And guess what?"
He said, like a crosstalk comedian, "The old man was a cripple, washing his face in his wheelchair. He wipes his face with a towel, opens his eyes, and BAM! A giant tiger!"
"And you think the old man was so scared his legs were cured, and he jumped out of his wheelchair and ran?"
