"Quick, there's a Daoist temple ahead, let's go there to take shelter from the rain!"
"Xiao Rou, hang in there for a bit longer, we've found a place to shelter from the rain!"
"Once we're inside the temple, we'll start a fire to warm up, you'll be all right!"
...
Amidst the noise, five or six people burst into the main hall, all completely soaked, carrying bundles on their shoulders, some even carrying weapons, clearly not ordinary folks.
One of them was also carrying a young girl on his back.
As the group entered the hall and saw that there were already people inside, they hesitated for a moment but soon didn't mind.
After nodding to Lu Qing and his group, they hurriedly moved to the side and laid the girl down.
But at this moment, the girl's condition did not look too good.
Her face was pale, her lips a livid blue, her body trembling, and a faint smell of blood emanated from her, she had already fallen into a semi-comatose state.
"Xiao Rou, Xiao Rou, wake up!"