At the equinox, the bright moon and the wind sprinkled down, reflecting the dark and deep entrance of the cave even more terrifying.

Luo Qianhuai had no idea of exploring at all. She clutched the hard rattan tightly, slowly moved to the side of the hole, sat down slowly, and sighed heavily.

On such a cold night, if you can stay in a warm and comfortable pharmacy, even if you can't sleep, you can light a candle and write a paragraph of "Materia Medica", which is very comfortable.

Just because of this unobtrusive system, she had to tie her head to the waistband of her pants, putting life and death out of the equation at any time.

Luo Qianhuai sneered, but he couldn't match his biological clock, his reaction became more and more sluggish, and his body was tightly curled up in the mink fur cloak, and he was about to fall asleep when he saw it.

A huge black shadow suddenly flew up from under the cliff, aiming at her and swooping down, its outstretched wings were more than four feet wide, and its finger claws were as strong as hooks, but it was a black-winged goshawk that was a specialty of the Qinling Mountains.

At this point in time, seeing the national second-class protected animals in his previous life, Luo Qianhuai was not happy and shocked.

She crawled to the ground to avoid its attack, and accidentally slammed into the black hole the size of the pot lid from before.

The stone slabs around the cave were extremely loose for some reason, and they fell off one after another after she hit them, and Luo Qianhuai almost didn't face any resistance, so he planted straight inward.

The cave was empty, and there was no place to stay.

When he fell on his back, Luo Qianhuai's pupils contracted sharply, and he didn't even have time to shout in surprise.

But in an instant, she fell into a pile of thick and soft things, and her face was covered with dust.

Except for the horror, the person was not hurt at all.

I'm really lucky. Luo Qianhuai got up and looked around cautiously.

The moonlight shone in through the hole more than two meters high, where she had just crashed in. If it's a little higher, or if the cavern is followed by sharp rocks, then the system can already pick a new host.

Although the moonlight that came in was faint, Luo Qianhuai had already seen clearly the soft things that had just caught her.

It was several thick, stacked felt blankets. They don't know how long they've been stored here, and the bright patterns on them have long since faded, and they can be scattered with a light pull.

So this cave was originally inhabited? Or maybe there should be a road here that leads to the outside, otherwise where does the wind come from the inside out of the cave?

Luo Qianhuai fell after a while, and he was already sleepy. It was precisely because of her sobriety at this moment that she remembered that she still had a good thing on her, which she could use at the moment.

She pulled out a pocket from her waist, fumbled around with it for a while, took out a small bamboo tube, unscrewed the lid and put it to her lips, and blew it away.

The crimson flame lit up in the darkness.

The fire excerpt is really a ruthless work of ancient science and technology, and it is a necessary tool to resist the pitfalls of bad systems.

By the light of the fire, she realized that the place she was in was only a corner of the cave. The place was empty except for the blankets, but there seemed to be some faint darkness ahead.

She held the fire fold and walked carefully step by step, and soon came to an open and flat place.

It seems to have been once used as a study, and on a stone platform there was a desk with nothing but a thick layer of dust.

On the shelves on the sides of the case, there are more than a dozen rolls of bamboo slips.

These bamboo slips should be very popular with the owner, as can be seen from the cotton satin cover on the outside. It's a pity that no matter how good the brocade forging is, it can't withstand the trials and tribulations of the years, Luo Qianhuai just touched one of the rolls, and the bamboo slips scattered away.

It turned out that even the hemp rope worn in it was also decayed.

Luo Qianhuai picked up a bamboo slip, the notches on it were clearly recognizable, but the font was a large seal with extremely complicated strokes, and she didn't understand its meaning at all.

She thought for a moment, tore a strip of cloth from under her skirt, tied up the scattered bamboo slips, carried it in her hand, and continued to explore.

Walking further out, you will see a two-meter square pool, to be exact, an ice pool.

Thin lines of ice, winding down from above the stone walls, merge into the pool, and freeze together.

Luo Qianhuai crossed the pool and continued to walk outside, and the afterglow suddenly swept to the corner of the wall, and his heart was shocked, and he walked over slowly.

A dry skeleton was sitting cross-legged, and judging by the size and shape of the skeleton, it should be an adult man. A piece of green jade fell to the ground, and a black rope end was still visible in the perforation.

I think it was a long time and the tether weathered, so that the brand that was originally tied around the neck fell off.

Luo Qianhuai had seen more corpses in his previous life, whether it was a general teacher or a human skeleton model, and he did not feel fear because of this.

Her gaze fell on the side of the dry bone, which, unlike other places, was not stony, but a layer of soil of about ten square meters that had been moved from nowhere.

The soil layer is connected to the pool, and it seems that it is also frozen at the moment, and there is no life in sight. A leafless and flowerless dead branch is stuck in it, and it looks like a plant that has long since died.

Luo Qianhuai's heart jumped up. In her previous life, she had seen ginseng in winter, and when she took off her leaves and fell into hibernation, she looked like this inconspicuous appearance.

By this time, she had already understood what the reward of the system was for this time.

Today she wears a crimson jacket. She pulled a red thread from the surface of the jacket, tied it to the dead branch with an almost reverent countenance, and found a rusty bronze shovel nearby, digging through the surrounding soil little by little.

In order to keep the reference as intact as possible, this work was carried out for a considerable period of time. The final product is about 800 grams, and the length of the ginseng belt is nearly two meters, which can be called excellent quality.

If it was placed in the previous life, this kind of ginseng king would have been auctioned for at least tens of millions of yuan, and it would be treasured and collected for use at critical times.

But now due to the limitations of the conditions, this rare three-hundred-year-old ginseng was casually rolled up by Luo Qianhuai, wrapped around the torn skirt a few times, and held it in his hand like the bamboo slip.

In addition to ginseng, Luo Qianhuai also found a palm-sized sandalwood box in the corner of the soil layer.

The box was unlocked and could be easily opened, containing black particles smaller than sesame seeds, shaped like kidneys, but less than a millimeter long, much like the seeds of some plant.

Luo Qianhuai gently picked up a few, wanting to identify them carefully, but saw that as soon as those seeds came out of the jade box, they instantly turned into ashes.

Also, what kind of seed can survive for so many years? Luo Qianhuai put down the box, carried bamboo slips and ginseng, and walked out.

Beyond the stone chamber is a narrow path that slopes downward, which looks like it is naturally formed, and there is no trace of an axe or chisel at the top. There was still wind coming from the front, more pronounced than inside the stone chamber.

I don't know how long she walked, but when she felt tired, a wide space that could accommodate a thousand people suddenly appeared in front of her.

It's a huge cave. With the faint light of the fire, Luo Qianhuai could vaguely see the layers of stalactites above.

They seemed to come to life the moment the fire fold flashed.