The group panted heavily, narrowly escaping from the perilous area.
At this moment, they followed Wang Shanshan to rest in that small temple.
The temple wasn't large, with oil lamps lit on both sides. In the middle of the temple, on a high platform, stood a gold-colored deity statue. The statue resembled a young man with an eye on his forehead, holding a long spear. His eyes were closed as if in a deep slumber.
"Put Ah Wei down," Wang Shanshan said coldly.
He Feng carefully put Grandpa Zhang down from his back, but the old man's face remained ghastly pale, his jaws clenched, and his breathing was faint.
"Dad, Dad, wake up." Zhang Wenwen knelt beside him, tears welling up in his eyes, feeling his father's condition deteriorate.
He Feng said, "Call an ambulance, quickly get him to the hospital for resuscitation, the old man is very advanced in age and it's dangerous."
