She stumbled as if tripped by something; looking down, she found a pale arm covered in bloodstains.
It was the deceased female driver, grabbing her ankle.
... It's over, she thought.
But just at that moment, at the end of the road, beneath the shade of a tree, another figure appeared.
It was a young man about her age, with a stern expression, casting a serious glance in their direction.
Song Yutang recognized this person.
He was someone she had seen when climbing the mountain before, but she didn't know his name.
How could he appear here? Was he human or ghost?
At this critical moment, she couldn't afford to ponder too much but instinctively opened her mouth wide and shouted, "Run fast..."
With her ankle seized, she involuntarily fell forward, as the monkeys behind swarmed over her.
...
The imagined pain did not come.
Before her face could hit the hardened ground, she fell into a warm and substantial embrace, and heard a man say to her:
