Chapter Eight: Ginseng Mountain

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As everyone snapped back to attention, they scrambled together and changed the spare tire with impressive speed. All piled into the car and rushed forward.

In the car, Fat Dong shamelessly spoke up.

“Classmate Xiao Meng, you really are a hidden genius!”

“That move just now—it must’ve been a pressure point strike, right? Amazing! Teach me sometime!”

Wu Ping, who knew martial arts, usually wore a deadpan expression, but a rare flicker of surprise crossed his face as he glanced at me, though he remained silent and focused on driving.

Xu Qingguo’s eyes, however, sparkled as if she had found a treasure.

“Not bad! Knows antiques, understands feng shui, and can fight—I feel like I’ve just struck gold in a pile of dung.”

I was about to retort, but forced myself to hold back.

That’s when she pulled out twenty thousand yuan from her bag and handed it to me directly.

“A reward! I never stingy with people who have real skills!”

I quietly pocketed the money, sniffed, and sincerely, humbly said, “Thank you, President Xu.”

Xu Qingguo chuckled merrily, her figure rising and falling like rolling hills, arrogantly slapping my shoulder with an air of ruthless generosity.

“Xiao Meng, work hard.”

Fat Dong’s eyes widened, swallowing nervously.

“Uh… Miss Xu, we didn’t contribute much, but we did suffer. Isn’t this a bit unfair?”

Xu Qingguo’s lips curled up in a sly smile.

“Master Dong, money is never a reward for hard work.”

Fat Dong: “...”

By noon the next day, we arrived at the town near Medicine King Ridge.

After pinpointing the lead, Xu Qingguo had surveyed the area several times and was familiar with the route.

The four of us ate a simple bowl of noodles, bought a large white goose, and immediately headed up the mountain.

The Wuyi Mountains are rugged and steep, with unpredictable microclimates and swamps teeming with insects and beasts.

Crossing mountains and fording waters needs no further explanation.

Around one in the morning, we finally reached the depths of Medicine King Ridge.

Ahead stood a towering hill—karst terrain with sheer cliffs on all sides. The mountain's surface was covered with dense, lush trees, resembling a giant ginseng sprouting from the earth.

Xu Qingguo held a hand-drawn map, pointing at the hill.

“The summit of this ginseng-shaped medicinal mountain is said to be the resting place of the legendary Hushan foreigner’s tomb.”

“I’ve come here several times before, exhausted myself trying, but couldn’t climb beyond this point.”

I took out a compass, checked the surrounding mountains, watercourses, and earth veins, then turned to her.

“What methods have you tried before to ascend?”

“Circled the ginseng mountain, but its cliffs are too steep. Without a helicopter, there’s no way to reach the top.”

“Rock climbing gear doesn’t work?”

“Even with Wu Ping's skills, he can only climb up to thirty-four meters.”

“Any signs of man-made structures nearby?”

“None… Have you noticed anything?”

“No.”

Xu Qingguo frowned slightly.

“If there’s nothing, don’t keep asking. Let’s hurry up with the survey!”

No questions allowed?

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I insisted on asking.

“If the tomb truly exists at the summit, there were no planes in ancient times, no stone steps, and climbing gear won’t work. How was it built up there?”

Everyone froze at my words.

I lit a cigarette, took a couple of drags, and pointed at the ginseng-shaped hill to explain.

“Karst formations often contain caves inside. The absence of an entrance on the surface doesn’t mean there’s no passage within. The ancients most likely used caves to climb and build the tomb.”

“If there’s a vertical cave inside, water must flow down from above. We just need to find where water seeps out around the hill to locate the entrance.”

Xu Qingguo’s expression shifted from surprise to contemplation. She then snatched the cigarette from my mouth, threw it to the ground, and stomped it out.

“The theory’s simple and straightforward, but it sounds plausible.”

“Stop wasting time smoking and get to work verifying it!”

Simple and straightforward?

Feng shui dragon-seeking involves synthesizing knowledge of architecture, geography, tomb construction, and ancient culture. It’s not easy to see through.

Using floodlights and moonlight, we searched around the mountain.

After an hour, at the southwest corner of the ginseng hill, we found a patch of lush vegetation. The ground was damp, and water continuously seeped from the roots of the bushes.

Armed with sickles, we cut through the bushes along the water flow.

At the base of the mountain, beneath a carpet of moss, we uncovered a large two-meter square stone blocking the cave entrance completely.

Time had weathered the stone into the environment, covered by moss, weeds, and mountain earth.

If we hadn’t believed the water source was the entrance, we would never have found it.

Fat Dong grinned, thumb raised at me, spat twice into his hand, and swung his crowbar.

“Classmate Xiao Meng really has skills. Watch this, master Daoist at work!”

We took turns prying at the stone.

Within half an hour, the stone shifted, revealing a dark cave.

The thrill of breaking through an entrance was intoxicating.

There was flowing water inside, so the air quality was likely fine. Our only worry was traps.

Fat Dong grabbed the big white goose, tied a long rope of several dozen meters to its tail feathers, attached a firecracker, lit it, and tossed the goose inside.

“Boom!”

A loud bang.

The goose screamed in terror, flapping wildly as it darted deeper into the cave, banging against the walls.

The large bird’s thrashing could trigger any hidden mechanism.

Fat Dong said that raising a goose for a year cleanses a home’s spiritual energy for three years. White geese are naturally sensitive to the supernatural. If it trembles and crouches, tail twitching when dragged out, it means something unclean is inside.

After about ten minutes, we pulled the goose out.

It was perfectly fine and furious at Fat Dong for scaring it with the firecracker. It craned its neck and arched its back, ready for a fight.

Fat Dong brandished a dagger at the goose, chuckling.

“No rush, we’ll stew you in a pot back home!”

At the sight of the knife, the goose immediately wilted and lay on the ground, playing obedient.

Seeing no problem with the cave, Fat Dong eagerly crawled inside.

Suddenly!

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The moment he stepped into the cave, he cursed loudly.

The ground beneath the entrance triggered a slate stone trapdoor, and Fat Dong plunged straight down!

Wu Ping’s face darkened, reacting swiftly, reaching out to grab him.

“Scrrrrrap!”

Wu Ping’s hand tore a piece of fabric, but Fat Dong was too heavy and fell completely.

From inside the cave came Fat Dong’s terrified cries for help.

“What the hell?! You idiots! Save me!”

I leaned over to look.

Though portly, the Daoist was surprisingly agile. Using one leg and the erhu handle, he formed a human-shaped brace, suspending himself and wedging firmly against the cave walls.

The shaft was seven or eight meters deep.

At the bottom was a large nest.

Dozens of pitch-black creatures, with sharp faces like giant mountain rats, only their white eyeballs visible, stood upright wearing colorful grass rings around their necks like humans. Their blood-red eyes looked up, waiting for Fat Dong to fall.

What the hell were these things?!

Fat Dong was sweating profusely, barely holding on. His foot and erhu handle dug into the muddy wall as he slowly slid down.

I immediately grabbed his clothes, pulling him up with all my might.

Wu Ping and Xu Qingguo hurried over to help, and together we hauled him out.

Before we could catch our breath, one of the ghostly creatures burst from the hole with a ferocious roar like a sea dragon, lunging at Fat Dong’s face!

Wu Ping’s leg flashed like lightning, sweeping hard and kicking Fat Dong away.

Fat Dong dodged, but Xu Qingguo screamed, her face pale.

Turning, I saw the creature had jumped onto her shoulder, clamping its claws tightly around her neck, opening its mouth to bite her carotid artery!

I was terrified, no time to think, swinging my cleaver fiercely.

“Slash!”

A sharp, mournful howl pierced the night.

In desperation, my strike was precise and deadly.

The creature was cut in two, blood spraying as it collapsed. One claw extended a trembling finger, pointing at me with eyes full of suppressed anger and grievance before its head lolled and it died.

The shock began to fade.

Fat Dong’s face trembled, swallowing nervously, praying wildly.

“Fellow Daoists, there is a debt for every grievance. Please drag Xiao Meng down to the underworld!”

Eerie chittering sounded in my ears.

Looking around, I gasped.

Unbeknownst to us, dozens of black creatures with only white eyes had surrounded us. Cat-sized and swaying their heads, their expressions were full of hatred. Standing upright like humans, they closed in, ready to launch a tidal wave of attack.

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