Crash.

The dishes and chopsticks on the table were thrown off and shattered.

Han Zhongyuan gritted the root of his teeth, his forehead was bruised, and his face was pale.

He never imagined that things would turn out to be what they are now.

Purple gold ginseng?

Oh, even if it's nearly a hundred years old purple gold ginseng, why do you need six people to dig it?

How can the purple gold ginseng, which is less than a hundred years old, be guarded by a gray-scaled mink?

Han Zhongyuan picked up the wine jug and drank it.

After drinking it in one gulp, he raised his hand and wanted to drop the flask again, but in the end, it was a meal, and he slowly put the flask on the table.

Then he slapped himself, "Han Zhongyuan, Han Zhongyuan, what kind of anger are you doing?" Didn't you bring it on yourself? ”

What happened was actually very simple, it was nothing more than that Zhang Xingxi found a treasure land for the growth of purple gold ginseng, but because of the gray scale marten guarding, he couldn't dig it alone, so he could only find someone to cooperate.

In addition to him Han Zhongyuan, there are also four other medicine pickers.

The six of them together, not only for the purple gold ginseng, but also for the gray scale marten.

The flesh and fur of the alien beasts are all treasures, and maybe the value of the gray-scaled marten is far higher than that of the purple gold ginseng.

In Zhang Xingxi's words, if it weren't for the fact that this little thing was too fast, he couldn't prevent it, and he couldn't catch it, he wouldn't want to find someone to cooperate with him at all.

In the words, there is a sense of how much advantage you have taken advantage of my cooperation.

Han Zhongyuan felt that something was not quite right at the time, but what the other party said didn't seem to be wrong.

In the midst of hesitation, there was still the possibility of making a lot of money and retiring, which made Han Zhongyuan greedy, and he didn't hesitate for too long, so he decided to join it.

As long as you sign a contract to enter the industry, you have to work for at least ten years.

Who can survive ten years of such a dangerous job?

Anyway, Han Zhongyuan hadn't heard of it.

However, it is not uncommon for someone to pick up rare medicinal materials, and after offering them, they have obtained the qualification to withdraw early.

At least once or twice in two or three years.

Is it a bet that you can live for ten years by picking herbs, or are you looking for rare medicinal materials to get the qualification to quit early?

You don't have to choose at all, it's a person who knows what to do.

Zhang Xingxi used rare beasts and medicinal materials to attract people to join the cooperation, which was a clear and sparkling conspiracy.

Even if Han Zhongyuan felt that something was wrong, he couldn't refuse.

Originally, everything was going well, although the gray scale marten acted quickly, its lethality was limited, even if it was bitten a few times, it was nothing more than a little flesh and skin.

As long as the vital parts are protected with special leather armor in advance, no matter how fierce the gray-scaled marten is, it will not cost the lives of a few medicine pickers.

Among the herb pickers invited by Zhang Xingxi, Han Zhongyuan's medicine collection skills are the best.

Others besieged the gray scale marten, and Han Zhongyuan only needed to be responsible for collecting medicine.

It seems that there is nothing difficult about this.

But the subsequent development was far beyond Han Zhongyuan's imagination.

When he finally pulled out the whole purple gold ginseng carefully from the soil, he was ecstatic in his heart.

But suddenly I found that there seemed to be no one around.

The gray-scaled marten disappeared, and the few people who tried to stop the gray-scaled marten were all dead.

At that time, Han Zhongyuan was immersed in the excitement of digging out Zijin ginseng, although he was sentimental, he didn't think too much.

A very small number of gray martens, because they like to eat poisonous snakes, contain mixed venom in the grooves of their teeth.

But because of its small size, the poison is often not fatal and can cause a coma at best.

But there are always exceptions, and there will always be such a very special gray-scaled marten, with fangs that kill people.

At that time, Han Zhongyuan didn't think about Zhang Xingxi at all, but found a lot of reasons for himself.

Maybe Zhang Xingxi looked embarrassed at that time?

Or maybe you can't let go, the purple ginseng that you have already arrived?

People will always give themselves all kinds of reasons to try to prove that their choices are not wrong.

At this time, Han Zhongyuan looked back and saw that the process that seemed to be normal was full of disobedience.

The purple gold ginseng was sent to the medicinal herb inspection office, and the result was surprising, this was not a century-old purple gold ginseng, and it was still some years away.

The years are not enough, but they are rare enough, barely enough for one person to quit the medicine collection line early.

It's a pity that Han Zhongyuan was too excited at that time to hear it at all.

After all, he has been a medicine picker for almost five years, and he is the old man among the medicine pickers, and this time he finally found a chance to quit, can he not be excited?

The result?

Empty rejoice.

Something is wrong with the purple gold ginseng, and the gray scale marten is not right.

According to common sense, the rarer the medicinal herbs, the more powerful the beasts that protect the medicinal herbs.

That purple gold ginseng is less than a hundred years old, how can the gray scale marten have deadly fangs? It doesn't make sense.

Therefore, the gray scale marten in Zhang Xingxi's mouth fled...... Did you really escape?

The other few people really died of poisoning?

And, what was Zhang Xingxi doing when he was away-

Are you digging purple ginseng?

Is it stealing the corpse of the gray-scaled marten?

Or in ...... Kill somebody to do away with a witness?!

After thinking about it for a while, Han Zhongyuan was like falling into an ice cave, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Moreover, the assumption that Zhang Xingxi is completely able to dig Zijin ginseng by himself is true.

So why did he have to invite himself?

From this point of view, Zhang Xingxi's invitation to him was simply an extra move.

If the other people were really killed by him, why did he leave him alone?

After thinking about it carefully, Han Zhongyuan figured out a lot, but then there were more questions that he couldn't understand.

For a while, he only felt that Zhang Xingxi's body seemed to be shrouded in a strange thick fog.

I can't see it clearly, I can't touch it, but it still makes people's hearts palpitate.

Han Zhongyuan wanted to take revenge, but he didn't know where to start...... Judging from the surface of this matter, Zhang Xingxi is more like the party who takes advantage of reason, and he Han Zhongyuan is more like being unreasonable.

Now this situation makes it clear that no matter how Han Zhongyuan does it, he will still be the unlucky one in the end.

Han Zhongyuan even had a vague feeling of palpitations that it was okay not to do it, but once he did, he would die without a place to be buried.

Just when Han Zhongyuan was a little desperate, a stone was thrown in from the window.

Coincidentally, it fell in front of Han Zhongyuan.

Han Zhongyuan stared at the stone and was stunned for a moment, before he reacted and got up and rushed to the window.

It was already the middle of the night.

There were two curved moons hanging in the sky, dotted with stars.

Although the moonlight is not as bright as when the moon is full, it is enough to illuminate the darkness and shed light.

When you open the window, you can see a flat slope.

A trail winds its way down from above, with no trees on either side, except for some low weeds.

Without any shadow masking, it is unobstructed in the moonlight.

No one can be seen at all.

The more Han Zhongyuan looked at it, the more frightened he felt, what was the situation? Didn't you see a ghost?

He looked up at the window.

Han Zhongyuan ranked ninth among the herb pickers, and he also lived in an independent hut.

Although the windows are not glazed partitions, they are covered with translucent wax paper.

Because I live at the foot of the mountain, the wind blows from time to time, and in general, the windows are closed.

The windows are closed, and if the stone wants to be thrown in, it will inevitably penetrate the wax paper.

This is a very normal thought.

But Han Zhongyuan looked up for a long time, but still didn't see half of the hole in the window wax paper.

Han Zhongyuan swallowed his saliva, held back the fear in his heart, and took a few steps back.

Then his expression was visibly relaxed.

It's a self-contained hut, but in the end, it's just a log cabin.

The whole is not delicate at all, it is very rough.

In the upper right corner of the window, there is a bit of an inaccurate bite, revealing a slender and long slit crookedly.

The gap is very small, and the widest part is only half the thickness of the little finger, so if you don't look closely, you won't notice it.

Han Zhongyuan sat back on the edge of the table, looked down at the stones on the table, and gestured slightly.

The stone is about one-third the size of a palm, but it is so thin that it looks like a thick leaf.

If you can accurately penetrate the slender gap in the window with a thin surface, the stone can be thrown into the house without even noticing.

This is already very difficult, let alone falling this stone lightly in front of you.

It's amazing.

Who will it be?

Han Zhongyuan's breathing was a little heavy, and a layer of white sweat appeared on his back, and he was scared and uneasy.

This uneasiness did not last long, and was quickly suppressed by him.

A person who can have this ability, any resistance from him Han Zhongyuan is meaningless.

If that man had had had the slightest malice towards him, he would have been a dead man by now.

In that case, why should he be afraid?

So he picked up the thin stone and sniffed it gently.

After the stone fell on the table, Han Zhongyuan faintly smelled a smell of medicine.

He wasn't sure at first, but after smelling the stones, he suddenly had a guess in his heart.

After carefully examining the stones, and making sure that there was no handwriting on them,

Han Zhongyuan casually threw the stone into the bucket on the side.

There was also a layer of shallow water in the bucket, and when the stones entered the water, the smell of medicine on it overflowed at a very fast speed.

But in the blink of an eye, the smell of medicine disappeared without a trace.

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The next day, Han Zhongyuan did not go to collect medicine.

Everyone didn't think it was strange, when something like that happened, Han Zhongyuan would have no reaction, that would be a strange thing.

After all, he is a top 10 medicine picker, and he has an extra day of paid rest every month and three days of paid rest.

You don't have to be half angry like ordinary medicine pickers, you have to get up and work honestly.

Then on the fourth day, Han Zhongyuan still didn't go to collect medicine.

On the fifth day, after there was only one day left, Han Zhongyuan was reluctant and went out slowly.

Everything seems to be back to the way it was before.

Half a month later, the autumn leaves bloom all over the mountains.

Han Zhongyuan, who was silent, suddenly moved and applied for the last day's rest in advance.

The reason is very simple, I just want to go home and see it.

Although the herb collector is an external form.

But in fact, it belongs to the Baicao Pavilion under the Wuyue Sect.

The Jiulian Mountains in the southeast of Wuding City all belong to the scope of Baicao Pavilion.

The place where the herb pickers stay is actually the periphery of the Jiulian Mountain Range.

This distance is not far away, and it is not close to say close.

If you want to go back to Wuding City to visit relatives, it seems simple, but in fact it is very troublesome.

Either climb a low mountain by yourself and take an ox cart at a post station at the corner of the low mountain, or you can take a convoy of medicinal herbs directly, and then transfer to an ox cart after arriving at the post station.

The problem is that the convoy transporting medicinal herbs is not every day, basically only once every four or five days.

In most cases, if you want to go back to the city, you can only throw your legs and climb the mountain.

Although the low mountain is short, this road is not easy to walk, and it takes at least an hour to walk at a time.

The earliest ox cart at the post station was at the end of the morning (equivalent to about five o'clock in the morning).

If you have a two-day rest, you don't need to be in a hurry, walk the mountain road in the morning, take the ox cart at noon, enter the city in the afternoon, and come back the next day.

If this is only a day off, then only at three o'clock in the morning (three o'clock in the morning) get up and walk the mountain road, and rush to take the first ox cart of the post station.

Go into town in the morning and take the last ox cart back in the afternoon.

Han Zhongyuan could take five days off a month, but because he was in a bad mood, he only had one day left.

In this case, he can only get up early in the morning.

It seemed normal, and there was nothing wrong with it.

So Han Zhongyuan's return to save his relatives this time didn't care about anyone.

So in the early morning of the next day, Han Zhongyuan got up early and left.

didn't notice at all that Zhang Xingxi, who was hanging far behind him.

Have a safe trip.

Han Zhongyuan smoothly arrived at the post station at the corner of the low mountain.

Just around the low hills, there are several small natural villages in the mountains, and the number of people is small, but there are many people who come to ride ox carts every day.

Tomorrow is not yet bright, the sun has not yet come out, but the post station is already lively.

Han Zhongyuan seemed to like this kind of fireworks in the world, and while breathing a sigh of relief, he went to buy a ticket.

As a relatively good herb picker, Han Zhongyuan was not short of money, so he naturally bought a ticket for the innermost seat.

The mountain road is not easy to walk, and if you sit on the outside of the ox cart, your butt will be torn apart.

The ox cart had been started and was no longer visible.

Zhang Xingxi stared at the direction in which the ox cart disappeared, frowning, as if he was thinking too much?

So I didn't care anymore and went back reflexively.