Several of them panted heavily as they escaped the dangerous area without mishap.
They followed Wang Shanshan into the small temple to rest.
The temple was not large. Oil lamps burned along both sides, while atop the raised platform in the center stood a golden statue. It was shaped like a young man, with an eye on his forehead and a long spear in his hand. Its eyes were tightly shut, as though it were asleep.
"Put Awei down," Wang Shanshan said coldly.
He Feng carefully lowered Grandpa Zhang from his back, but Grandpa Zhang's complexion was still awful. His teeth were clenched tight, and his breathing was very faint.
"Dad, dad, wake up." Zhang Wenwen knelt beside him, tears welling in her eyes. She felt that her father's condition was getting worse and worse.
He Feng said, "Call an ambulance. Get him to the hospital for emergency treatment. At his age, this is very dangerous."
"It's useless. This place is haunted. An ambulance can't get here, and even if it does, the ghosts outside will kill it. Unless you carry him out through the back door, but that would take too long. Awei might not hold on."
Wang Shanshan said calmly, "Besides, there's something more important to do. If everything goes smoothly, Awei will be fine."
"Sister Wang, what do you need me to do? I'll do anything," Zhang Wenwen said urgently.
Wang Shanshan looked toward the golden statue and said, "The sixty-year deadline is about up. The ghosts have appeared too. I think it's time to wake him up. As long as he wakes up, everything will be fine."
"Him? Who is he?" Reporter He Feng could not help feeling curious.
Wang Shanshan then glanced at He Feng. "Do me a favor. Smash that statue up there."
"What?"