Ten minutes later, the picture of the woman's side gradually stabilized. "Master, Master, where is him?"
I looked at the path on the mountain. "Take the right path, and go straight for two kilometers. Then turn right. There is a cellar one kilometer away. It's right there."
The three-kilometer mountain road was rugged and it took her ten minutes to climb up. When she opened the door of the cellar, a boy of about fifteen or sixteen curling up there showed up. He looked pale and there was dried blood on the back of his head.
The woman hugged him and cried bitterly. I silently reminded her, "The ambulance can't come up. Hurry and take him down. There are only ten minutes left."
A middle-aged man who came from behind rushed over immediately after seeing his son, with his eyes bloodshot, "Son, what happened to you? This is the cellar of Tom Lee's family. Tom Lee, you bastard, I will kill you!"
After seeing the child found and successfully sent to the ambulance, I sent the payment code from the backend and said, "Remember to pay me the money. You can never owe money to a fortune teller. This is the rule passed down by our ancestors."