The child's mother saw it and was terrified.

She stumbled to the shore and screamed in anguish.

"Oh no, my child has fallen into the water!"

"Help! Someone save my child!"

The villagers on the shore saw the little otter swim over.

Instead of feeling grateful, they were even more terrified.

"Look! That water ghost is about to push someone down again."

A villager pointed at the baby otter, his voice filled with fear.

"Kill it!"

Another villager picked up a stick and was about to throw it into the water.

"No, save my child first!"

The child's mother cried and screamed, desperately trying to get into the water, but was stopped by others.

Village Chief: "Dazhuang's wife, don't go down there, it's too dangerous!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, Lin Feng was about to jump down to save people, but Captain Yao grabbed him.

"Don't be impulsive! The situation in the water is unknown; it's too dangerous for you to go down!"

The little otter didn't care what they were saying.

I tried to push the child, but it was too weak.

Like an ant trying to move a boulder.

The little otter's call was soft, yet full of anxiety.

It was about to cry.

The call quickly attracted all the surrounding baby otters.

This is a unique call made by otters, a call they only make in times of danger.

The other otters knew that one of their companions must have perished.

They disregarded their own safety and rushed out.

Suddenly, countless tiny otters emerged from the reeds and from their burrows along the riverbank.

As if they had heard a rallying cry, they swam in groups toward the child who had fallen into the water.

It was a dark, dense mass.

Like a moving black velvet blanket.

The scene left the villagers on the shore speechless.

They forgot to throw down the sticks they were holding.

Even Captain Yao, who had remained calm throughout, couldn't help but gasp in shock.

"Oh My God..."

The director of the China Zoo was shocked.

"Are there already so many baby otters in Changbai Mountain?"

These little otters are actually saving people!

The villagers seemed to be frightened by these little creatures.

They never dared to believe that these water ghosts, whom they had been shouting about killing, were actually saving children who had fallen into the water!

Looking at the swarm of baby otters, I was so frightened that I couldn't speak.

The sticks they were holding had long since disappeared.

They were used one by one as driftwood for the children underwater.

They managed to pull the child who had fallen into the water back up.

(Keep it up, everyone!)

(No one will call us water ghosts anymore!)

(We little otters must prove ourselves! We are not water ghosts!)