Spring comes to the desperate place

"There's a ghost! There's a ghost! Help, there's a ghost! Someone come quickly... Fire... The fire is out, it's gone ah ah ah ah." Wang Fugui ran back home talking nonsense all the way. He quickly locked the door, then leaned against the door and shivered.

The noise of his return woke up Wang Zhang. He had not told Wang Zhang what he was going to do tonight, and he even went out secretly. At this moment, Wang Zhang woke up and found that her man was not in bed. There were strange noises coming from the door. She immediately thought that the man had run out to steal something, so she immediately got out of bed.

Wang Zhang was putting on her clothes while cursing, "You're going to die. What are you doing sneaking out in the middle of the night? Did you climb into some little bitch's bed? I'm telling you, Wang Fugui, don't let me catch you, or I won't let you two off!"

However, when Wang Zhang walked to the gate and saw that her husband looked a little strange and kept muttering something, her face immediately turned pale and she quickly walked forward.

"Boss, don't scare me! What's wrong with you? Where have you been? Why are you back like this?" This couple is truly in love. Even at this time, Wang Zhang still noticed that her husband was wet. She pulled him into the house, boiled some hot water, took off his wet clothes, wiped Wang Fugui's whole body with hot water, and then changed him into clean and comfortable clothes.

Wang Fugui was somewhat sober at this time. Staying in his familiar environment, his heart, which had been beating wildly just now, gradually calmed down. With a pale face, he held his wife's hand and said word by word: "I seem to have seen a ghost."

His voice was light and vague. Wang Zhang felt inexplicably creepy and couldn't help but slap Wang Fugui in the face.

"Don't scare me. What on earth were you doing so late at night? It's not raining outside, so why are you coming back soaking wet?"

Speaking of this, Wang Fugui felt a little scared. He told Wang Zhangshi about his plans for tonight in a disjointed manner. At first, Wang Zhangshi's expression was a little disdainful, and there was a hint of pride, but then the incredible things Wang Fugui said made Wang Zhangshi feel a chill down her spine.

She asked Wang Fugui in a low voice: "You mean, the rain only falls where there is a fire? How is that possible? How can there be such a weird rain..." As she spoke, her voice became smaller and smaller, and her face became paler and paler.

Seeing her like this, Wang Fugui knew that he was scared. Not only her, but even he himself was a little scared. Whenever he thought of the strange rain, he felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. But it was so weird. I was so scared that I couldn't move my legs. It was hard for me to run back." The more Wang Fugui thought about it, the more scared he became. Fortunately, he ran fast enough, otherwise he couldn't guarantee what would happen after the rainstorm.

"Heavy rain. Oh, you got caught in the rain. Will anything happen to you?" Wang Zhang looked at her husband's wet clothes. She was scared now. She was so anxious that she was pacing around the room, muttering, "What should I do? What should I do? I, I, I seem to have touched the clothes. What should I do? Will I be targeted by the evil ghost?"

Thinking that she might also be involved in this strange thing, Wang Zhang burst into tears. She beat her husband and said, "It's all your fault. Why did you go to provoke the Song family for no reason? Now you've provoked something you shouldn't have provoked. Oh my God, what should our family do in the future!"

Song Chunlin, who used his mental power to monitor a family, was speechless. He just wanted to scare Wang Fugui, but he seemed to have underestimated the superstition of ancient people. It was just a rain, but the couple actually scared themselves.

It's also their fault that they do too many bad things in their daily lives, so just a rain that looks strange can make their psychological defenses collapse. No wonder people say that if you don't do anything bad, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door.

The Wang family is a typical example of a guilty conscience.

Looking at the frightened expressions of the two men, Song Chunlin felt that it was not enough. These two men were really too bad. They had tried to cause trouble for their family many times. The last time they destroyed the sweet potatoes in their own field, and this time they set fire to their corn field. Even though they did not succeed, Song Chunlin still hated these two men.

"It seems that the lesson last time was too light." Song Chunlin searched the space angrily and decided to eliminate the trouble once and for all.

Looking at the small bottle in his hand, Song Chunlin showed his first sinister smile since coming to this world. His eyes were filled with undisguised murderous intent. Instead of guarding against thieves for a thousand days, it would be better to eliminate the trouble once and for all.

That night, neither Wang Fugui nor Wang Zhang could sleep much. They huddled together in bed, not daring to close their eyes. The oil lamp in the room was on all night long. They didn't care whether it was a waste of money or not. They were afraid that after the light went out, some strange thing would jump out of the darkness and take their lives.

Until dawn, the couple leaned on the bed and were drowsy. In a trance, Wang Fugui seemed to hear a "tick-tock" sound, and his head suddenly felt cold, as if a drop of water had fallen on it, which woke him up. Shivering, he touched his head and found that it was indeed a drop of water. The water also had a foul smell that made him almost vomit.

The strong stench woke up Wang Zhang, who was standing nearby. She covered her mouth and nose and moved away from her husband.

"It stinks, go wash it!"

Wang Fugui was driven out of bed by Wang Zhangshi. He didn't dare go out to fetch water. He just wiped his head vigorously with last night's cold water. Then he began to wonder, why was there water dripping down when the roof was fine?

Thinking of this, Wang Fugui seemed to be frozen. He didn't even dare to look up at the roof. Wang Zhang seemed to have thought of this as well. She was stiff and didn't dare to move.

Wang Fugui finally climbed onto the bed with his hands and feet clasped together, and huddled in the corner with his wife, not daring to make a sound. It was not until the sky brightened outside and his son asked them in the yard when they would have dinner that the two of them let out a long breath as if they had been reborn.

Wang Zhang forced herself to cheer up, got up and went to the kitchen to cook for her son. Only then did Wang Fugui dare to look up at the roof, only to see that the roof was no different from the roofs he usually saw. Thinking of the drop of water that dripped last night, Wang Fugui was still afraid. Thinking of this, he felt his head was particularly itchy and he couldn't help scratching it.

Wang Zhang reluctantly made a simple breakfast, and the family went about their business after breakfast. In order to verify what Wang Fugui said last night, the two of them went to the Song family's cornfield. When they looked at the intact cornfield from afar, Wang Fugui was dumbfounded.

Wang Zhang was still looking around, trying to see which part he was burning. When she turned around and saw her husband's pale face, she felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, she heard Wang Fugui tremblingly pointing at the nearest cornfield: "That's where I burned it, but, but why is it growing well now?"

Wang Zhang looked in the direction where he pointed. The corn field was lush and green. Not only was it growing well, but the corn cobs were also heavy. They were completely different from the skinny corn they had grown in the early years, and they did not look like they had been burned by fire.

Wang Zhang was a little uncertain. She thought her husband was too flustered and remembered it wrongly, so she asked again: "Is it really here? Could it be that you remembered it wrongly? I see that the corn is growing very well..."

Wang Fugui said with a pale face, "I won't be wrong. This is the first cornfield along this road. It's close here, so I naturally started from here... There's no way I can be wrong."

Wang Zhang was silent now. If Wang Fugui remembered correctly, then it only meant that Wang Fugui did not actually burn the Song family's corn last night, but Wang Fugui clearly lit the fire.

In fact, Wang Fugui was not mistaken. He did light the fire and burned a few corn plants, but Song Chunlin promptly sent down water from space to put out the fire. After Wang Fugui ran away, Song Chunlin pulled out the burnt corn plants and planted a few more corn plants with similar growth in their original locations.

If Wang Fugui and his wife had been careful enough, they would have noticed that the leaves of several corn plants were burnt by the fire and had burnt marks on the edges. However, they were so frightened that they did not dare to go forward to take a closer look. They just stumbled away, supporting each other.

In the following days, Wang Fugui did not leave the house. It was said that he was ill, so he even invited Doctor Wang to visit his home. Many neighbors talked about this.

The most heated discussion was about the night when Wang Fugui shouted, "There is a ghost."

"Oh, is Wang Fugui possessed by evil spirits?"

"That's right. It was so scary that night that my kid was so scared that he started crying. My wife and I tried to comfort him the whole night."

"Wang Fugui must have offended someone he shouldn't have offended. I see he hasn't left the house for several days."

"More than that, I think he has done too many bad things and he is getting his comeuppance."

When everyone heard this, they all showed an expression of "I think so too".

Song Chunlin withdrew his mental power. He knew that the Wang family had a bad reputation in the village, but he didn't expect it to be so bad. Wang Fugui had been ill for so many days, but not a single neighbor was willing to visit him. The Wang family was such a failure in their endeavors.

Song Chunlin thought about the fate of the Wang family in the near future and hummed a little tune happily. The Song family didn't know why he was in a good mood. He just thought that a giant blood Ganoderma lucidum was found in the space.

"Blood Ganoderma? What is that?" Although Grandpa Song was limited in knowledge, he had never heard of this thing called Blood Ganoderma.

Song Chunlin patiently explained to them: "Blood Ganoderma is an ancient spiritual creature. It is said that it takes a thousand years to grow to the size of a palm. Our ancestor was a capable person and planted Blood Ganoderma in the space a long time ago. It will take a few decades for this thing to reach ten thousand years. Ten thousand year Blood Ganoderma can prolong life for ordinary people and improve cultivation for immortal cultivators. It is a rare treasure of heaven and earth."

When the Song family heard that the blood Ganoderma lucidum in Song Chunlin's space was almost ten thousand years old, they all took a deep breath. After knowing that the ten thousand year old blood Ganoderma lucidum could prolong life, the whole family was extremely excited.

The first people that Song Dazhuang thought of were Grandpa Song and Grandma Song. He asked Song Chunlin, "How long will it take to reach ten thousand years? How much longer can one lifespan be extended by eating this?"

Song Chunlin counted with his fingers and said, "There are still more than 20 years left. Dad, you don't have to worry. I still have spiritual spring water in my space. This water can improve the physical fitness of ordinary people. If grandpa and little grandpa take spiritual spring water all year round, their lifespan will definitely be longer than that of people in this era. When the time comes, they can eat blood ganoderma lucidum. I estimate that grandpa and little grandpa can live to 200 years old."

"Two hundred years!" The entire Song family exclaimed in unison. It is said that it is rare for people to live to the age of seventy, which means that it was very rare for people in ancient times to live to the age of seventy. What's more, the two hundred years that Song Chunlin mentioned. Originally, Song Dazhuang just thought that it would be a great thing for his two fathers to live to a hundred years old. Unexpectedly, Song Chunlin said that they could live to two hundred years old.

"That's two hundred years, Chunlin. If we live this long, won't we be considered evildoers?"

Amao Song expressed her concerns. People in ancient times did not live long. The couple are now over 50 years old and are healthier than most people in the village. This is all thanks to Song Chunlin's spiritual spring water. If it weren't for the spiritual spring water, they would probably be full of illnesses.

Grandpa Song was more open-minded. "Let's take it one step at a time. Didn't Chunlin say that it would take another twenty years for the blood ganoderma to reach ten thousand years old? Let's wait and see. Even if there is no blood ganoderma, if we can live to seventy or eighty years old, this life will not be a loss."

Since Grandpa Song said so, Grandma Song also put aside her worries.

While the Song family was excited about the blood ganoderma, the Wang family was in a bleak state. Doctor Wang felt Wang Fugui's pulse with a frown on his face. He looked at Wang Zhang, who was worried, and said to her reluctantly, "Come out, I will tell you how to decoct the medicine."

Doctor Wang led the people out. Wang Fugui looked at the two of them with a dazed look in his eyes. He was already out of breath at the moment. He stretched out his hand to ask Doctor Wang not to leave, but he tried his best and only managed to lift one finger.

Outside the house, Doctor Wang told Wang Zhang sadly: "Prepare for his funeral. Judging from his pulse, it will only take a few days."

Upon hearing the bad news, Wang Zhang was stunned on the spot. After she came to her senses, her tears instantly flowed out. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs, but then she thought that she must not disturb her husband, so she could only sob softly and asked Doctor Wang if there was any other way.

"Doctor Wang, is there really no other way? The child's father is still so young, and my son is still young. He is the pillar of our family, and we, mother and son, cannot live without him!"