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Lin Lao Jiu's pain seemed to come a beat slower, but his face was still full of smiles.

My uncle quickly applied some medicine to his wound, and my father simply wrapped it with a cloth.

"Father, Uncle, you two be careful. Don't get any blood on you, and don't get any of this filthy stuff on you either," Lin Yuan warned.

The old man turned around with a smile, then revealed his hands, which were also wrapped in cloth: "Be careful!"

Seeing the two were so cautious, Lin Yuan nodded. He used firewood to move the ginseng aside; blood was still seeping from its roots. "Burn this monstrous thing," he said, "don't let the black dog eat it!"

"Okay, I'll take care of it. Erlu, you can go now." Uncle quickly shooed him away, not letting him stay in the woodshed any longer.

Dad also urged, "Go play!"

Lin Yuan understood that the two elders didn't want him to get involved with these evil things, so he didn't pretend and nodded before leaving.

My uncle found a bamboo tube and used a stick to put the ginseng into it.

"Great, I don't have to die!"

Just then, Lin Lao Jiu slowly woke up, his voice barely audible, tears streaming down his face. Seeing Lin Yuan walk to the door, he opened his mouth but no sound came out, "Er Lv, thanks!"

Lin Yuan nodded to Lin Jiuge and left.

He didn't go back to the main house, but went to the nearby stream to wash his knife. He wiped the blade with a cloth and found that the blade was chipped, which was the spot where he had cut the blood ginseng. Fortunately, it wasn't serious.

After cleaning up the knife and the scene, he returned to the main hall of his aunt's house.

At this moment, the eldest brother was standing at the door talking to Zhou Dali. Seeing Lin Yuan come over, he hurriedly asked, "Is it done?"

Lin Yuan nodded, unwilling to say more.

"Erlv, how did you do that?" Zhou Dali asked curiously.

Lin Yuan glanced at the two of them and earnestly warned, "You must not mention Lin Lao Jiu's matter to anyone, or you will face dire consequences!"

"Huh?" The two of them immediately looked nervous.

"Dali, find a safe place to send Lin Laojiu away. Send him some food regularly. That's all we can do to help."

Zhou Dali quickly pointed to the east: "There's a cave on the other side of the mountain, where people can live. In the past, when I went up the mountain to hunt wild rabbits and it rained, I would hide inside."

"Does anyone else know about that place?" Lin Yuan asked again.

"I discovered that place. Only my father and I knew about it," Zhou Dali said with a proud smile, referring to his area of ​​expertise.

It was getting dark, and Lin Yuan didn't force himself to leave the mountain, planning to wait until nightfall before departing.

After getting Lin Lao Jiu ready, Dad and Uncle went to the stream to take a bath and wash his clothes before running back.

Clearly, the two were also afraid, but they still didn't throw Lin Lao Jiu away, perhaps out of consideration for Lin Lao Jiu's parents, or perhaps because they couldn't bear to.

Lin Yuan didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the older generation, especially when his father made up his mind. His father was a stubborn mule; he would lend a hand if he could, but if he couldn't, he wouldn't get in the way.

That evening, my aunt and sister-in-law cooked a table full of dishes and poured some strong liquor for my uncles. The dishes were all from the mountains: wild rabbit, pheasant, mushrooms, a few kinds of vegetables grown at home, and salted fish prepared by my father.

At the dinner table, Lin Yuan suddenly asked curiously, "Uncle, how did you and your great-uncle manage to dig up that century-old ginseng back then?"

Uncle's eyes flashed, he hesitated, and looked at Old Man Lin. Old Man Lin glared at him, and Uncle then chuckled and said, "Your uncle and I just met in the mountains. We were just lucky."

"Why don't I have such good luck?" Zhou Dali said somewhat indignantly, clearly he had also tried many times.

Lin Yuan noticed their little interaction, smiled slightly, and didn't ask any further questions, continuing to eat.

His sister-in-law served him some food: "Erlu, come here. This is pheasant stew with mushrooms. You used to love eating this when you came to the mountains as a child. Every time you came, you would ask Dali to catch pheasants and me to pick mushrooms."

Lin Yuan felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of mushrooms and refused, saying, "Sister, I'm all grown up now. I don't eat mushrooms anymore."

After saying that, he picked up a piece of lettuce, then put it down again, and finally picked up a piece of salted fish: "Salted fish suits me best!"

"Haha..." Everyone laughed, except for my uncle and father, who didn't laugh or eat.

After everyone finished eating, they washed up and went to bed.

Lin Yuan slept fully clothed, sharing a bed with Zhou Dali.

The next morning.

When Lin Yuan woke up, he felt like he hadn't slept well and had a dream. He dreamt that he was back in his previous life, working like a beast of burden. During the morning meeting, his idiot supervisor suddenly started growing mushrooms on his body. These mushrooms were also infectious, and the whole company quickly turned into a zombie world. He was so scared that he ran away as fast as he could.

He ran and ran, but there was nowhere left to run, so he took a knife and started slashing, one after another.

He woke up while chopping, touched his back, and found that he was sweating.

Have you been under a lot of pressure lately?

He got up and went out, just about to wash up, when his father suddenly ran over from behind the slope: "Ninth son didn't come back to life. He must have died in the middle of the night."

Lin Yuan wasn't too surprised by this. He fell silent, pursed his lips, and looked towards the other side of the mountain. He didn't comment, but simply nodded slightly.

The old man sighed, somewhat sadly, "Jiuzi isn't a bad person, he's just unlucky. Every year there are floods, the government is pressing for taxes, and my parents have fallen ill, costing a lot of money for treatment. We can't make ends meet..."

Lin Yuan listened silently to his father's complaints. Once his father felt better, he got down to business: "I'll bury him next to his parents later, so he can return to his roots."

Lin Yuan looked at him solemnly and instructed, "Bury him far away, and don't build a grave for him, or someone might come looking for him."

Old Man Lin stared blankly at his youngest son: "Do you know something?"

"Father, don't mention Lin Lao Jiu's matter to anyone, or we'll be in big trouble. We've already done enough; we've done right by Ninth Brother's parents." Lin Yuan didn't want to say more, gave him a look, thought for a moment, and then added, "I'll go see him one last time."

The old man paused for a moment, watched his youngest son go, and then suddenly stopped him, saying, "Don't go."

"I'll just stand outside and take a look."

Lin Yuan arrived at the door of the woodshed and glanced inside. He didn't see any Yin spirits gathering in the wind. He wanted to touch the corpse with his own hands, but after glancing at the dried-up Lin Lao Jiu, he hesitated.

Lin Lao Jiu probably doesn't know much, and there's no need for the ghost of a poor person to take too many risks.

So he gave up.

Just then, my uncle came over in a panic, looking incredulous, and said, "That thing is too eerie. I lit a fire last night and it burned all night, and it was still here this morning."

"Not moved at all?" Lin Yuan asked in surprise.

"The outside was charred, but the inside was untouched." My uncle shuddered. "A cold wind even rose from the fire. It's really damn eerie."

Lin Yuan's eyes widened. A ghost?

He hurried toward the fire that was still occasionally sparking, and saw a dark mass inside. He wondered if it was the mountain wind or something else, but a whirlwind was swirling around the fire.

The whirlwind wasn't strong; it only swirled up some embers.

Lin Yuan drew his sword and slashed at the Yin Feng. At the same time, he closed his eyes and called upon the mirror. He felt a chill in his hand as a cold sensation entered his body.

However, the chill did not affect him. Suddenly, the mirror flashed and a small figure was immediately drawn in.

It was none other than Lin Lao Jiu!

His vengeful spirit doesn't guard his own corpse, but instead protects this ginseng that invigorates blood?

How strange and wonderful!

At this moment, his uncle and father came over. Seeing Lin Yuan wielding his sword to cut through the Yin Wind, the two looked at each other with surprise in their eyes and whispered a few words to each other.

"Put it away first, I'll do it when I come back from the restroom."

Lin Yuan left with a single sentence, turned and left, and the two elders exchanged another glance.

My uncle, however, subconsciously responded, "Okay, sure."

Lin Yuan turned around and went to the outhouse, where he immediately closed his eyes and looked in the mirror.

"Fairy Mirror, Fairy Mirror, tell me everything that happened in Lin Lao Jiu's life?"

The mirror-like clouds parted, revealing the following scene:

Lin Laojiu's early life was captured in just a few fleeting images, a typical daily life of an ordinary villager in Xiawei Village, nothing out of the ordinary.

Since the years of floods, Lin Laojiu's father contracted an epidemic and became bedridden. He had to support the family. He unexpectedly learned that some villagers were planning to escape to the mountains, but he didn't pay much attention at first.

As his parents fell ill one after another, the family became increasingly impoverished and unable to pay the autumn tax. Facing the dead end of being executed, Lin Lao Jiu took the initiative to contact an acquaintance, Lin Gang, a fellow clansman who had once fled the mountains.