Xiuxian Work Log

The man in red came down from the mountain. In the blink of an eye, he was at the mountainside. Or maybe it took longer than that. After all, Amin didn't know how much time had passed.

It’s just a pity that there is no one-time solution to put an end to all this.

But God didn't even give him this opportunity.

I heard his mother say before she died, "Good people don't pay with their lives, but evil people will leave a lasting legacy for thousands of years." His mother was a good person, so he was an evil person.

But he has never harmed anyone and yet he has lived for so long.

Wouldn't those foolish and incompetent emperors, corrupt officials who disregarded human lives, profit-driven unscrupulous businessmen, and bandits who took advantage of others' misfortunes be able to live for hundreds or even thousands of years?

Amin didn't understand. He only knew that the food in the fields was getting less and less, the copper coins in his hands were becoming less and less valuable, and the price of food outside was changing every day.

No one knows when the war will start, and there may be signs of it long before.

Amin only remembers that at first it was the bigwigs in the county who ran away, and then the wealthy merchants ran away.

Amin's family didn't want to run away. They had nothing valuable except the land in the fields and the thatched houses at home. The people from several villages combined couldn't even gather a single silver treasure.

And this silver treasure is just an object of a powerful family, an insignificant little gadget.

How could they prevent a risk? Amin's mother and other women in the village went to worship the Buddha in the temple, the Taoist priests in the Taoist temple, and the gods in the temple. When they returned home, they solemnly told Amin about it.

"I guarantee they won't come here this time. The gods told me so themselves!"

But before he could start his escape, Amin's father sold his mother.

He didn't tell A-Ming, nor did he inform anyone else. His father sold the boy, took everything from the family, and then disappeared.

As Ah Ming fled with the villagers, he ate wild grass and chewed tree roots. He wondered if the two-legged sheep the group ahead of him had eaten was his mother, and then he cursed his father for not taking him with him. If he could go back to the day before his father fled, he would have sold his mother first, taken the money, and run away!

But time can't be restarted, and Amin knew he wouldn't live to see his father again. Even if he did, his new wife might be hugging the fat boy and feeling reborn! How could he care less about his son?

Amin cursed everyone he knew, cursing them thoroughly.

He didn't care whether the other person knew him or was familiar with him. Even if it was a refugee passing by him, he would curse him.

The others ignored him and went their own way numbly.

The strange thing was that the man in red who had woken Amin was still standing in front of him. It was not until he squatted down that Amin realized how incredibly handsome he was.

A Ming narrowed his eyes at the man and said, "Two-legged sheep like you must be tender and delicious."

As he spoke, he seemed to think of the sizzling barbecue and swallowed his saliva.

"But I can't eat you. I'm not strong enough to hold you down. If I were stronger, I would have just knocked you down!"

The man smiled, his eyes raised, "Even if you are strong, you can't hold me down."

"How else do you think I got down here?"

Amin suddenly thought that if the opponent was really that weak, he would have been eaten by the person in front long ago!

He knew that such a good thing would never happen to him.

The man was turning a string of dark red beads in his hand, which made Amin feel inexplicably unhappy.

"Who would wear beads while fleeing? The color of these beads is too ugly. My mother wouldn't use this color of fabric to make clothes. I have so much money but nothing to burn."

The man looked at Amin and uttered words of disgust, but his eyes kept glancing at the beads in his hand. He held the beads a little closer to Amin so that he could see the patterns and meridians on them clearly.

"This is not an ordinary bead. We call it an evil-repelling bead."

When Ming heard the word "uncommon", he thought that "uncommon" means very rare, and very rare means very valuable!

I couldn't wait to ask the man, "Is this valuable? How much can I get for it?"

The man made a five and said, "There's only one of these beads in the entire world of immortal cultivation. Do you think it's worth the money?"

Amin nodded frantically, "It's worth it! It's definitely worth it! It's enough to buy a hundred... tens of thousands of me!"

The man scoffed, "How can you be that valuable? The first snow of the year will fall in a matter of minutes. You'll be worth more if you die."

A-Ming: "How can a dead person be more valuable? Aren't living people more valuable? What's the use of a dead person?"

Living people can still work, make fires, cook, wash clothes, farm, and clean. The dead are useless except for spending money on burial and collecting a few donations!

"Dead people are much more useful than living people." The man laughed and gave an analogy.

"Do you know that in the world of immortal cultivation there are people called corpse seekers? If you don't know, think about whether there is an old beggar who has been wandering around in your county for years? Who hasn't died in decades? This kind of person is a corpse seeker."

"The corpse seekers aren't looking for corpses, but ordinary people with excellent innate abilities who haven't yet cultivated. They create all sorts of natural and man-made disasters for those who are still alive. When they are killed by external forces, they pick up the bodies, dig out the bones they like, and sell them to the young masters and young ladies of the immortal cultivation families, helping them to cultivate and enter the Tao as soon as possible."

Ah Ming was completely stunned, frozen in place, his mind lost in thought. Just as he was about to process the shocking news, the man suddenly spoke again, frightening Ah Ming to death.

"So you think everything that happened to you was an accident?"

"What do you mean?" Amin opened his mouth and pointed at himself. "Are you the corpse seeker? You want to kill me?!"

The man heard Amin's thoughtless words and laughed at his stupidity.

"Kill you? You're not even worthy enough to break my rules."

"Who wants to kill me? The old beggar from the county who's missing a leg? He died a year ago! They all said he was dead, buried in a stinking ditch and no one fished him out. There's even his bones there!"

The man looked at Amin with clear eyes but unfriendly tone.

"Do you really think you have the root bones that the corpse seeker wants? He already ate the corpse he wanted during the chaos. It's a good thing you didn't get to eat the two-legged sheep, otherwise you might have eaten that corpse too!"

"It's a good thing you haven't lost a life, otherwise I wouldn't want you no matter how good your physique is."

Before Amin could react, a spell was cast into his body. In an instant, his external and internal injuries were healed, and he was as refreshed as a new person.

While he was feeling the wonders of his body, the man stood up and left.

Amin ignored the gazes of those around him and shouted loudly to the man.

"What's your name! Where are you going?!"

"Yunsheng."