Treatment

"Uncle Wang Wu! How's Zhang Qin!" Qiao Mei looked down the dangerous slope worriedly, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Wang Wu felt the same way. He could feel that Zhang Qin's position was not very stable. If he was not careful, she might fall down further. Wang Wu sat on the slope and took a few deep breaths.

"Throw me the rope!" Wang Wu shouted.

Everyone hurriedly fixed a rope to the big tree and threw the other end to Wang Wu. He picked up the rope and tied a firm knot before slowly putting it around Zhang Qin's body. After making sure that it was secure, he slowly tied Zhang Qin to himself and climbed up bit by bit.

With every step Wang Wu took, everyone felt as if their hearts were being squeezed by a pair of hands. Qiao Mei could have used the vines to send Zhang Qin up, but there were too many people with her. If she exposed her abilities, everyone would probably think that she was a demon.