Ling Zikai hesitated a little, he didn't know how to choose.

Looking at the cuckoo's expression, there was no malice except for ardent anticipation.

He didn't know what kind of motive the other party had, was it really just to follow the last words of his ancestors and find a guardian's inheritance, or did he want to use it as an excuse to find a substitute for that huge debt, so that he could take on the burden of paying off the debt?

Ling Zikai was puzzled, indecisiveness was not his character, as long as he decided in his heart, even if there was an abyss in front of him, he would jump down.

"Okay, I can swear!"

Ling Zikai gritted his teeth and agreed, he was really not afraid of any conspiracy from the other party, so he should have experienced an adventurous journey, and maybe it would be full of incomparably exciting excitement!

After Ling Zikai made an oath to the mountain that he was willing to protect the mountain forever, Du Juan's face finally relaxed as if he had unloaded a thousand catties of burden. Looking at Ling Zikai's gaze, he was full of kindness:

"The ancestral inheritance is very simple, as long as you memorize this spell, as for how to use it, it is all up to your own understanding. I've only heard from the older generation that as the messenger of the ancestral gods, you are omnipotent!"

Immediately, the cuckoo began to teach an obscure language. Maybe it was because of the ancestral god energy, Ling Zikai felt that his memory was several times stronger, although he couldn't comprehend the meaning of those spells, but after Du Juan said it again, it was deeply imprinted in his mind, and it would never disappear.

After writing down all the spells, Ling Zikai closed his eyes and realized the meaning of the spells.

At this moment, he made a strange discovery, and the picture of the forest appeared in his mind, and the towering birch king laughed in the mountain wind. The cuckoo was beside him, looking at him with a complicated expression. And he was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and feeling.

Ling Zikai suddenly thought that he should not be out of the body!

As his consciousness began to stretch outward, he saw the six wooden houses at the bottom of the mountain, the birch forest where his father was buried, and even the tiny patterns on the wind-swept spirit flags on his father's grave.

Consciousness turned around, followed the ridge to the top of the mountain, and then crossed the mountain beam to a gentle slope, and saw a strange building on the slope, so he leaned over curiously.

It turned out to be a very simple conical house made of a dozen wooden poles more than four meters long and birch bark. On the edge of the room was a shotgun and a few skins. There are also a few chests made of birch bark. There are also daily necessities such as dishes and chopsticks on top of the box.

An old man in his seventies was cooking over a fire. Seeing that he has a long white beard and wears a royal blue robe, he should be a resident of an ethnic minority.

There was also a hound lying on his stomach beside the old man.

The old man seemed to sense that someone was watching him, and turned his head to look over, very vigilant, could it be a forest ranger hired by the forest farm.

Ling Zikai was afraid that the other party would find out, so he hurriedly retreated his consciousness and turned to the other side.

At this moment, he saw three figures coming out of a mountain col and burrowing into a dense forest, sneaky and sneaky, and he couldn't help but be surprised, just wanted to follow, but felt a pain in his brain, and the picture in his mind gradually blurred, and then disappeared.

Ling Zikai opened his eyes and rubbed his swollen temples, feeling a little tired.

The cuckoo asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

Ling Zikai shook his head and said, "Are there still workers employed in the forest farm?"

Du Juan didn't know why Ling Zikai suddenly asked this question: "It's not the season to plant seedlings, and only Uncle Boer, who is watching the mountain, is on the mountain." He was my cousin, a stubborn and warm-hearted kind old man. ”

"Will there be anyone in the forest farm anyway?"

"It's August, and it's the season to dig ginseng in the mountains, and there will be ginseng pickers on some mountains. But we're on a private farm, and no one will show up. ”

The cuckoo seemed to guess what Ling Zikai meant, and said with a smile: "Are you worried about any danger on the mountain, and no one will come to the rescue!

"I didn't mean that! I just felt a couple of people in the woods?"

The cuckoo looked around, but found nothing, and looked at him puzzled.

Of course, Ling Zikai would not explain that his consciousness could see the entire mountain forest clearly, so he pointed to a mountain col in the distance and said, "I'm not talking about here! ”

The cuckoo followed his finger and looked at the col, just about to say how you could see someone so far away. Remembering that Ling Zikai is now an omnipotent shaman, there must be some unknown way to know that someone has appeared over there.

Suddenly remembered something, and scolded:

"Damn, there's a forest ginseng planted in that place, someone must have stolen in and dug up ginseng!"

Ling Zikai didn't know what the cuckoo said earlier, but he heard the word ginseng clearly, and couldn't help but hurriedly say: "Then let's hurry up!"

The cuckoo was also a little anxious, and said, "I'll go and inform Uncle Bol, and you can stay here." ”

Ling Zikai just wanted to say that he was going with her, but saw that the other party had already gone into the forest and disappeared, so he had to identify the direction and chase after him alone.

Ling Zikai really didn't have much experience in mountain climbing, especially shuttling through such a dense forest. He hadn't gone far before he found himself lost, and he turned around and returned to where he was.

"Damn, I can't even recognize the direction, and I say that I am the guardian of the mountain!"

Ling Zikai scolded in his heart, thinking back to the direction he had previously identified. At that moment, a path appeared in his mind, and the target was directly facing the three cols where ginseng was being dug for ginseng.

Ling Zikai sighed lightly, no matter how such a picture appeared in his mind, he followed the direction he was guided by.

After walking for a while, he found that by following the route he had guided in his mind, not only did he not get lost, but he was also able to avoid impassable bushes and steep cliffs in front of him. Not only does it save effort, but it also speeds up the pace of progress.

Regarding the ability that appeared in his mind, Ling Zikai was secretly surprised.

In less than twenty minutes, he climbed over a mountain beam and entered the col where the ginseng was planted, and he could faintly hear the conversation of the three people in the forest.

Ling Zikai's heart was lifted, he quickened his pace, and rushed into the forest.

Sure enough, I saw three people looking for traces of ginseng in the forest. One of them was digging through the dirt with a small flat pickaxe, apparently having found a ginseng plant and digging it up.

"Stop!" Ling Zikai shouted.

The three of them were all men in their early thirties, much taller than Ling Zikai, and they were slightly stunned when they heard his shouting. After seeing that Ling Zikai was only in his early twenties, his slender figure, and his unfamiliar face, not only was he not afraid, but he said to him with a smile:

"Where did this come from?"

"Looking at him like that, I'm afraid he hasn't even grown his hair!"

"Don't you know that this is a private forest farm, how can you come here to dig ginseng!" Ling Zikai said angrily.

"I know, this used to be the forest farm contracted by the southern guy named Ling Feng, but now that southern guy has died in a car accident, and now no one will take care of it!"

"Who said that no one is in charge of this forest farm? I am Ling Feng's son, and now I have taken over the management of the forest farm, you should leave quickly!"

The three of them looked at each other for a moment and said, "Doesn't Ling Feng only have one daughter, when did another son appear?"

"This kid shouldn't be the wild man that the cuckoo is looking for!"

"An Lu, you bastard, dare to talk nonsense again, see if I don't tear your stinky mouth!"

A voice sounded in the forest, and I saw that the cuckoo was panting into the forest, and when he saw Ling Zikai standing not far away, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect him to arrive earlier than himself.

The cuckoo recognized that one of the three was a thin man from the town, while the other two did not know him, apparently a fox friend who the thin man had met outside, and couldn't help scolding:

"An Lu, you dare to attract outsiders to dig ginseng here to steal ginseng! You immediately put down the ginseng you dug up and leave here, otherwise, I will call the police immediately and let the forest police arrest you!"

A thin man named An Lu was a little timid when he saw the arrival of the cuckoo, but he still said with a strong mouth: "Cuckoo, you still owe me 60,000 yuan the year before last, what if I dig a few ginsengs, or you can pay me back now!"

"Didn't I only owe you 50,000 yuan, how did it become 60,000?"

"There is also interest, I have borrowed it for more than a year, and it will cost more than 10,000 interest. ”

The cuckoo gritted his teeth: "Okay, 60,000 is 60,000, I'll send you to your house later!"

"No, I want you to give it to me now!"

"An Lu, who is okay will go up the mountain with 60,000 yuan! Don't be fooled, believe it or not, I'll go back and tell Mayor Wu Dashan to go." ”

Hearing Du Juan mention Wu Dashan, An Lu looked a little jealous, and said unwillingly: "Okay, I'll wait at home!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the two accomplices, raised his legs and prepared to leave.

"Slow down, leave the ginseng you dug up and leave!" Ling Zikai went up to block the way of the three of them.

"Damn, fuck off!"

An Lu was sulking and had nowhere to vent, and when he saw Ling Zikai blocking in front of him, he picked up the small pickaxe in his hand and hit him on the head.

Ling Zikai lowered his head and dodged the small pickaxe, grabbed the opponent's wrist with his backhand, and threw it out hard. That An Lu only felt a strong force pushing him, and he flew out involuntarily, falling heavily three meters away, and screamed in pain: "Oops, I've killed someone!"

Ling Zikai looked at An Lu who suddenly flew out in the air, and couldn't help but be a little stunned, and subconsciously looked at his arm, not knowing how the other party fell out.