Zheng Changhe was also left speechless. Should he tell him to leave the man be? He couldn't even bring himself to do that.
Liu Heizi stepped forward and rolled the man over. His eyes were squeezed shut, and one hand clutched his side. The area was heavily stained with blood, which had already soaked through his clothes.
He checked the man's breathing. Finding he still had breath, he pinched the man's philtrum hard.
Zhang Dashuan said, "Let's carry him out first. It's pitch black in this Lin Zi, and it's not a good idea to light torches here. Changhe, you lead the way and light the path. Heizi, carry him in the middle. I'll bring up the rear."
After a flurry of activity, the group emerged from the woods.
Although the ropes on the two cows' noses had come loose, they automatically followed behind Zhang Dashuan after he called out to them, heading toward home.
