"Xiu'er, we can come down now," Zhao Yishan stopped the donkey he was riding backward, got off the cart, and looking deep into the dense forest, said, "For the next stretch, we must carry him over."
"Mhm!" Zhang Xiuer immediately jumped down and together with Zhao Yishan, they dragged Zhao Yang off the cart.
At this moment, Zhao Yang was in a groggy state, as if asleep, yet seemingly conscious. When Zhao Yishan and Zhang Xiuer helped him down, Zhao Yang slightly opened his eyes, glanced vaguely at his surroundings, knew they were nearing the destination, and then closed his eyes again.
Zhao Yang truly felt the sensation of being at death's door, with his soul seemingly floating aimlessly in the air, the feeling of not knowing where to go was so overpowering. He felt that his soul could leave his body at any moment, abandoning his flesh without care.
