Gray Bao whimpered, but no one knew what it said in response.

Continuing down, when they were only a few meters away from the bottom of the slope, Song Yun looked around from her height and saw a young man lying in a thorn bush in front of her right. "Over there."

It seemed that the young man had suffered a head injury and was unconscious. There was a lot of blood on his head and body, and his clothes were torn by thorns. He looked very miserable.

The siblings reached the bottom of the slope, and Song Yun took out another dagger and gave it to Ziyi, "It's very sharp, use it with care."

Ziyi had coveted his sister's dagger for a long time, and finally got the chance to use it. He was very happy and said, "I will be careful."

To prevent Huibao from getting scratched by the thorns, Ziyi carried Huibao on his back until they had cleared away all the thorns blocking the road. Only then did he put Huibao down and said, "Don't run around. There are too many thorns here."

Huibao whimpered twice and followed Song Yun obediently.

The brother and sister rescued the unconscious young man from the thorn bush. He was still breathing steadily and had no broken bones. He had many skin injuries on his body. The most serious injury was a bump on the head, which was probably caused by hitting a sharp stone when he fell.

At this time, two young men from the village also came down. Seeing that the thorns had been cleared away, they breathed a sigh of relief. They were not afraid of going downhill, but they were afraid of being scratched by these annoying thorns, which would be too painful.

"Why is Shi Yong the only one here? Where is Uncle Dashan?" a young man asked.

Song Yun shook her head. "I only saw him, and I didn't have time to look for him."

At this time, Huibao whimpered twice towards a direction.

Song Yun pointed at that square and asked Huibao, "Which side is that?"

Huibao whimpered at Fang Qi twice again.

Song Yunming was stunned and handed Shi Yong to two young men from the village. "You two take care of him here. I'll go over there and take a look."

"Sister, I'll go with you." Ziyi said and followed.

The two young men were a little annoyed. It seemed like they hadn't been able to help yet, so one of them said, "Limin, you stay here and watch Shi Yong. I'll go over and help."

Shi Limin wanted to help, but he was a step too slow, and Ishihara got there first. He could only agree, "Okay, call me when you need me."

Ishihara nodded and quickly followed.

The bottom of the slope was covered with weeds, bushes, and thorns. There was no path at all, so they had to clear the way every step of the way. Song Yun and Ziyi advanced very slowly. Ishihara caught up with them and asked Ziyi, "How did you know Uncle Dashan was here?"

Ziyi pointed at Huibao and said, "Huibao said that it has a very sensitive nose. It must have smelled something."

Ishihara glanced at Huibao. This dog looked majestic, but was he really as powerful as he said?

But there was no other way now, so he immediately took out the sickle from his neighbor's waist and helped to clear the thorns.

Although Ishihara's sickle was sharp, it was far inferior to the daggers in the hands of Song Yun and her brother. He was exhausted but could not help much. The main force was still Song Yun and Song Ziyi.

"Over there." Song Yun had already seen a figure lying in the bushes a few meters away. The face could not be seen, but the person who appeared here at this time should be the one they were looking for.