Wan 'er dug with all her might. She was very excited. If she managed to dig up a 30-year-old vermillion, then her task today would not be a problem. In a short while, she had dug out a pit that was nearly a meter wide. Wang Qian looked doubtfully at the expanding pit. Wan 'er was working so hard. If she did not manage to dig up anything, it would be a big deal.
While feeling doubtful, Wang Qian could not help but feel a sense of anticipation. Even though she felt that it was unlikely, who would not want such a lucky thing to happen?
"Aiya, I dug it up, I dug it up … I really dug it up."
Wan 'er's face was suddenly filled with excitement. She threw the tools in her hands aside and took out a finer medicinal product. Then, she jumped right into the pit and started digging with her butt in the air. Digging medicinal herbs was divided into rough work and finer work. The rough work was digging the pit, while the finer work was digging out the medicinal herbs.
Wang Qian had a look of surprise on her face. She squatted beside the pit to take a look. As expected, it was a piece of brown vermillion. The medicinal smell was rather strong. It should be quite old.
Wan 'er carefully dug out the entire vermillion vermillion. She held it in her hands like a treasure. She was very happy.
"How did you do it?" Wang Qian stared at Mo Wen. Right now, she also realized that things were developing in a strange direction.
"Of course, I judged it based on my experience." Mo Wen smiled.
"Did you really come from a medical family and learned to gather medicinal herbs from a young age?" Wang Qian asked doubtfully. Could it be that Mo Wen was also an ancient martial art practitioner? Ordinary people did not have such abilities.
"Of course." Mo Wen had said it long ago. It was just that they had not believed him.
"That's great. Big Brother Mo, you are amazing."
Wan 'er was overjoyed. She immediately regarded Mo Wen as an expert. Among the sect disciples, there were indeed some who were especially good at gathering medicinal herbs. They did not have to worry about not being able to complete the task.
"Turn left and walk another 30 meters. There is a stalk of hundred-year-old ginseng hidden in the bushes. The ginseng grows underground and the leaves on it have rotted away. That is why it is completely buried and not easy to find, "Mo Wen said as he pointed at the bushes.
There seemed to be nothing in the bushes, but in reality, there was a stalk of hundred-year-old ginseng hidden underground. The leaves on it had already rotted away, but the ginseng underground had not rotted away and was still growing.
Su Wan 'er immediately ran over excitedly. After she had found Zhu Ling, she completely believed Mo Wen's words.
Mo Wen pointed at a specific spot. Su Wan 'er waved the shovel and started digging. In a short while, she had dug a hole.
Sure enough, a stalk of ginseng emerged from the soil. The lines on it were very old, and it was obvious that it had been growing for a very long time.
"Wow, it's really a hundred-year-old ginseng. This is great."
Wan-er was extremely excited, as if she had picked up a treasure. She carefully dug out the ginseng. A hundred-year-old wild ginseng was quite rare. With this ginseng, she could almost complete her task today.
Wang Qian looked at Mo Wen in shock. She suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She was not as naive as Wan 'er. Mo Wen had not been here at all. How did he know that there was a stalk of century-old ginseng here? No matter how experienced he was in picking herbs, it was impossible for him to know what was there without even looking.
This matter was a little strange. It did not make sense at all. Right now, as she looked at Mo Wen, a sense of panic involuntarily welled up in her heart. People were always afraid of the unknown. She even suspected that Mo Wen was a ghost.
Wasn't there a legend in the past? A woodcutter saved a person from the mountains and brought him home. The person stayed in the woodcutter's house for a month. One day, the woodcutter went into the mountains to cut firewood again and came across a rotting corpse.
The woodcutter discovered to his horror that the corpse was not someone else's. It was the person he had brought home. Only now did the woodcutter suddenly understand that the person he had brought home was not a person, but a ghost.
Thinking of this story, Wang Qian immediately looked at Mo Wen uneasily. He couldn't be dead, could he? Wan-er had only brought home a ghost!
Wan-er was overjoyed. She placed the ginseng into the bamboo basket. She discovered, somewhat surreal, that today's task had actually been completed. A hundred-year-old ginseng rarely appeared. One stalk was enough for her to complete a day's task.
"Sister Wang Qian, what's wrong?" Before Wan-er could express her joy, she noticed that something was wrong with Wang Qian. Her face was pale, and cold sweat kept breaking out on her forehead. It gave Wan-er a fright.
Mo Wen also looked at Wang Qian strangely. He could tell at a glance that there was nothing wrong with Wang Qian. She had just been frightened. But why would she be frightened out of nowhere? No matter how powerful Mo Wen was, he could not tell what Wang Qian was thinking right now. If he knew, he would most likely not know whether to laugh or cry.
"Wan 'er … let's go back … you've completed your mission anyway."
She did not want to stay with Mo Wen for even a moment longer. This person was too strange. "Let's go," Wang Qian said softly as she tugged on Wan 'er's sleeve tightly.
"Sister Wang Qian, we just came out. Since it's still early, let's pick more medicinal herbs. Who knows, we might even be able to complete tomorrow's task."
Wan-er was a diligent girl. She would not stop doing anything just because she had completed today's task. She was still worried about whether they could complete tomorrow's task.
"Wan-er, come here. I have something to say to you."
Wang Qian pulled Wan-er and walked into the dense forest at the side. She clearly did not want Mo Wen to know what she was talking about. Wan-er felt strange, but she did not refuse. She looked at Mo Wen apologetically and followed.
"What? You're saying that Big Brother Mo is not a human, but a ghost? "Wan-er said in shock. Her eyes widened and her face was filled with disbelief.
"If he is not a ghost, how can you explain what happened just now? You have been picking medicinal herbs for so many years. It's not like you don't know. No matter how powerful a person is, it is impossible for them to know where the medicinal herbs are without even looking. The ginseng that you just dug up was thirty meters away. We did not go there at all. How could Mo Wen know that there was ginseng there? Could it be that he was born knowing? "
Wang Qian said with an ugly expression. It was the first time she had encountered such a strange thing.
"Seems like it. However, this does not mean that Big Brother Mo is a ghost. He might have some method that we do not know of." Wan-er did not believe that Mo Wen was a ghost.
"Other than a ghost, what other method is there to see things that cannot be seen? Even the sect leader cannot do it. It is said that ghosts can see things that we cannot see underground. Why can't others dig up the vermilion and ginseng, but he knows them so clearly? He must have seen them with his own eyes. Besides ghosts, who else can see things underground? "
"Even if Big Brother Mo is a ghost, he is a good ghost." Wan-er felt a little guilty. It seemed like that was really the case. However, she still insisted that Big Brother Mo did not harm anyone.
"Wan-er, don't be silly. Would a ghost tell you whether or not he will harm people? You might have fallen into his trap long ago."
Wang Qian usually liked to read ghost stories. When she thought of how ghosts liked to drink the blood of young girls and devour their souls, her face turned pale.
Mo Wen stood alone under a large tree. He raised his head slightly to look at the sky. There was a helpless expression on his face. How could Wang Qian and Wan-er's "whisper" escape his ears? She actually suspected that he was a ghost. This woman's way of thinking was really …
After a while, Wang Qian and Wan-er both walked back. However, both of their expressions were not too good. Wan-er looked at Mo Wen's gaze. She was a little curious and a little afraid. She had a timid expression on her face.
"Big Brother Mo, today's task has been completed. Why don't we go back first?"
Wan-er suggested in a low voice. This was Sister Wang Qian's idea. They should go back first and then think of a way to send Mo Wen away. In short, they did not want this ghost to follow them.
"You two seem to be very afraid of me?" Mo Wen said with a faint smile.
"No … no … why would I be afraid of you …" Wang Qian stammered. Her body subconsciously took a step back.
"Then why are you stepping back? Are you afraid that I will become a ghost and eat you?" Mo Wen asked, amused.
"You … you … are a ghost …!"
Wang Qian screamed and jumped up from the ground. She pulled Wan-er and ran. From Mo Wen's tone and expression, she realized that he had heard what she and Wan-er had said. He could even hear them from so far away. As expected, he was a ghost and wanted to eat them.
Mo Wen felt helpless. Why did he have to meet such a woman?
Wang Qian unleashed her Qinggong. In a short while, she had run more than a hundred meters away. Mo Wen thought for a moment and did not chase after her. Now that they suspected that he was a ghost, the more he chased, the more afraid they would be. He would think about it when they got back.
However, just as Mo Wen was about to turn and leave, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction that Wan-er and Wan-er had left.
…
Wan-er ran after Wang Qian in a daze. However, they had not run far before they were stopped by someone.
"My two little sisters, why are you in such a hurry? Are you rushing to see your lover?"
A somewhat perverted voice suddenly sounded from the forest. Then, a silhouette appeared in front of Wan-er and Wang Qian, stopping the two of them from running.
The person was dressed in green. His clothes were very new and were made of fine silk. It was a stark contrast to the coarse clothes that Wan-er and Wan-er were wearing. A youth stood in front of Wan-er and Wan-er. He looked ugly and had a very large mole on his eyebrow. The first impression he gave others was that he was perverted.
"My two little sisters, to be able to meet in the wilderness, we are truly fated," the perverted youth said with a perverted smile.
"What do you want?"
Wang Qian's expression was cold as she stood in front of Wan-er. She could tell at a glance that this person was not a good person.
"Of course I won't do anything. I just want to invite the two of you to my humble abode for a drink or two. I wonder if the two beauties will do me the honor?" The perverted youth chuckled.
"In your dreams. Move aside. Don't block my way," Wang Qian said fiercely.
"Humph, you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Do you know who I am?" The person coldly snorted. His expression changed without warning.
"We are from the Five Tigers Sect. Wan-er's father is an elder of the Five Tigers Sect. You better not mess around."
Although there were many ancient martial arts sects in the Taihang Mountains, their management was very strict. Different sects had different clothes. They could tell from his clothes that the youth was from the Baili Sect. Moreover, his status was most likely not low. (To be continued.)
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