C388 Grandma Temple

The smell of the tree oil rushed straight into his nose. Third Uncle muttered as he walked, "Old Hsiao, there's no road here at all. Isn't it a bit reckless to place all our hopes on a dog?"

Sure enough, as soon as Third Uncle finished speaking, the Mountain Dog, which was originally running happily, slowed down in front of them. It lowered its head and sniffed the smell