Stepping out of the crack, Wen Yan looked back at the Stone Mountain behind him. The Stone Mountain appeared to be split open from the middle. At the base, the crack was less than a meter wide, but it narrowed as it went higher.
It was very distinctive.
Wen Yan took out his phone. The signal had been restored, and he made a call to roughly explain the situation here.
It was now time for the Scorching Sun Department to intervene.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, a helicopter arrived and took them away. While airborne, Wen Yan glanced at Wang Jianjun and comforted his wife.
"It's nothing, just a superficial wound, don't worry."
Wang Jianjun lay there, looking quite spirited. As long as he wasn't dead, even an internal injury wasn't particularly hard to treat.
Wen Yan gazed out the window, the river still visible in the distance, rushing by.
He glanced at his phone; this river was just a tributary of the Yellow River. To be safe, he told the pilot,
