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Chapter 259 Re-entry
As usual, the paper contained details about the mission.

"Script: Exterminate Evil."

Type: Unknown.

"Erosion level: Medium to high".

"Number of resurrections: 0"

Background: None.

"Mission objective: Find out the true root of this script."

"This reward is: 2000 Soul Stones, a random purple item, and a low-pollution level cultivation technique that can be passed down."

"The second reward is one 'Return to Origin Pill' that can completely cure most diseases (without increasing lifespan)."

"May I enter?"

Zhou You seemed a bit dazed.

First of all, the fact that he has 0 resurrection attempts is understandable, since he probably won't see resurrection coins again as the difficulty increases. But there are still two issues.

Firstly, although he had almost forgotten about his illness, it still hung over his head like the Sword of Damocles. But this time, as long as the script was completed, even if it didn't extend his lifespan, he could be cured of this ailment.

Secondly, there's the script introduction.

—What exactly does 'nothing' mean?
This was the first time Zhou You had ever seen anything like this—in the past, the script would directly assign him an identity, but this time there was no background description at all, not to mention that the final goal was extremely vague.

After hesitating for a while, Zhou Yousi finally rubbed his chin and decided to go in.

—Forget it, there's always a way out. Besides, I can't escape anyway. Let's go in first and see what happens.

Songzhou.

Pingwang Village, Kaidong County.

Although it's called a village, there are only about ten households in the area. Even traveling merchants and peddlers don't usually bother to visit. The village is built halfway up a mountain, and there are hardly any fertile fields. Most people make a living by relying on the mountains and rivers for their livelihood.

The same goes for Cui's second son.

His father's generation was hunters, his grandfather's generation was hunters, his great-grandfather's generation was also hunters, and as for his great-great-grandfather—he didn't know, but thinking about it, he figured it was probably some kind of poor, hard-working hunter.

Otherwise, how could so many generations have passed without accumulating even a single ancestral property?
Otherwise, why would they make us risk being eaten by giant insects and bears in the dead of night to come to the mountains to find medicine?

Cui Erlang wanted to curse his family genealogy, but thinking of his wife who was still bedridden, he gritted his teeth and swallowed all his words.

These days, times are tough. Not only are the exorbitant taxes and corvée labor imposed by the authorities becoming increasingly heavy, but there are also evil spirits causing trouble. How can small families like theirs afford to hire a doctor? They can only endure their illness as if they're sick. If they can't bear it any longer, they'll go up the mountain to gather some herbs to try. If the herbs are ineffective...
Cui Erlang shuddered and quickly banished the uneasy thought.

No, my wife may not be very pretty and doesn't have any special skills, but she's incredibly healthy and would never die from such a minor illness.

While pondering, Cui Erlang held up the torch and carefully bent down to examine the marks on the ground.

His family had been hunters for generations, and he knew that in early spring, the wild animals in the mountains were at their hungriest after a long winter. Not to mention a lone hunter like himself, even groups of hunters wouldn't dare to provoke them.

Not to mention, some of them are said to have become demons, beings that are beyond human control.

—It's like the one that ate several people from the village.
Cui Erlang shook his head vigorously, quickly trying to focus his attention.

He must now be extremely cautious to prevent losing his life instead of successfully collecting the herbs.

And so time passed in this groping process, until the sky began to lighten, and Cui Erlang still hadn't found anything. The herb he was looking for was rare, and spring wasn't its growing season; normally, it was common to go three to five days without seeing a single plant.

The problem is, my wife can't wait!

Just as Cui Erlang was becoming increasingly agitated, even to the point that his eyes were turning bloodshot, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark, unremarkable plant out of the corner of his eye.

That was the herb that had been making him search for hours, and it was also the opportunity that could save his wife!
Overjoyed, Cui Erlang didn't bother to conceal his footsteps and hurriedly ran to the plant. He first brushed away the dust on it, and then carefully dug it out without damaging its roots.

But just as he was filled with ecstasy, on the verge of success...

Right next to my ear.

Suddenly, a deafening roar rang out!
Cui Erlang immediately recognized that it was a bear's roar.

A bear that has been starving all winter and comes in search of food in the spring!

His heart sank to the bottom.

But the next moment, he thought of his wife, and with a courage he didn't know where, he forced himself to stop his trembling hands and feet, stuffed the herbs into his clothes, and forcefully drew back the hunting bow.

When faced with a starving bear, running away, playing dead, or climbing a tree are all useless—such actions are tantamount to offering the bear an easy meal. The only way to survive is to try to injure the bear and make it flee in pain.

However, just as the bushes were parted and the other person's face was clearly seen, Cui Erlang's movements suddenly stopped.

It's not that he's afraid to shoot, but rather that he's unable to shoot.

Right before him stood a bear nearly ten feet tall, but its fur was not the usual black or brown; instead, it had a faint reddish tinge.

He had heard from the village elders that bears come in many colors, including brown, white, black, and black and white, but when encountering a red bear, one should run as far away as possible.

—Because red is associated with evil, and any fur with even a speck of red is considered a demon that has become a spirit!
Damn it, how did I have to run into this!
Cui Erlang's trembling hands were too weak to shoot any more arrows. He wanted to run, but his legs were as limp as noodles, and he couldn't move an inch.

In the end, all he could do was close his eyes tightly and silently pray in his heart.

"My dear wife, I, Old Cui, am so sorry. I haven't given you a good life in this lifetime. I only ask that when we meet in the underworld—"

Otherwise.

He waited for several breaths, but still felt no pain.

He opened his eyes in fear and realized that the bear demon had not attacked him, nor had it even glanced at him.

No, or rather...

—The bear's face showed even more panic and fear than his own.

As if some vengeful ghost was chasing after it, the bear spirit, after emerging from the woods, ran off in a panic, disregarding everything, even running for its life. A moment later, a human figure covered in leaves and dirt emerged from the bushes.

The man, holding a long sword, watched the fleeing figure and roared with grief.

"Hey, my food! Where are you going to run off to!"

　To thank the author for passing over 1,000 monthly tickets last month, and for the support of the author "A Scar Between the Eyebrows Like Vermilion," there will be two extra chapters in the next few days. However, the update time is uncertain, but it will probably be around the National Day holiday. There will be a title for the extra chapters.

　　By the way, due to the word count of this book, there will be no more extra chapters for the Helmsman, but the extra chapters for monthly votes will continue as usual.

　　Finally, Jiu Yue wishes everyone a happy National Day!
　　
　
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