"Shen Yao, why is there a person lying here? Is he still alive?" Looking at the scene in front of her, Ji Zhao subconsciously hid behind Shen Yao and asked carefully.
"He's alive."
Although the candlelight in the temple was a little dim, Shen Yao could still see the rise and fall of the man's chest.
Clearly, he was still alive, but he looked like he was on the verge of death.
"Buddha said that saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. Should we save him?" Ji Zhao asked softly, then shook her head and said, "Why don't we just leave him alone? What if he's a vicious big baddie?"
"Ah Tao, let's save him first." Shen Yao thought for a moment and said softly, "If he's really a bad person, we'll send him to the county office. What do you think?"
"Okay!" Ji Zhao immediately nodded in agreement. "I think your idea is very good."
After a discussion, the two of them decided to save the man covered in blood.
