A master of metaphysics is farming.

The night was pitch black and silent. Dark clouds covered the sky, and the moon hid itself, casting heavy shadows on the ground as the night wind blew, making the scene seem eerie.

Suddenly, a chilly wind blew in through a window, rattling the window frame and startling the figure on the bed into trembling.

The figure muttered something, its hands unconsciously gripping the thin blanket, its feet kicking repeatedly, "No, don't come any closer..."

A dark figure sat down by the bed at some point, the person with the furrowed brows trembling uncontrollably, while the person sleeping beside her remained motionless, fast asleep.

The woman was still trembling when the dark figure suddenly reached out a hand and touched her brow. "Give me your life..."

The voice was like a ghostly call, "Give me back my life..."

A bone-chilling cold seeped into her body, and the person on the bed abruptly opened her eyes. A face with its head tilted to the side and a broken neck was staring at her—

"what!!!"

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The nights in the mountains are quiet and cool, silent along with the heavens and earth.

But Xiangjia Village was very noisy, with curses coming from the houses. The loudest noise came from Xiang Laosi's house, with screams and shouts of hitting and cursing.

Xiang He stood on the small slope listening, and the noise sounded even better than heavenly music.

She turned and walked along the path to the right, heading towards the hilltop behind the house. Her clothes and hair were blown by the wind, and a dark shadow appeared beside her, gradually becoming visible.

"Hey girl, you'll stop making a fuss after tonight, okay..."

Xiang Zhong wandered around her, and Xiang He smiled and said, "That won't do. These people need to be taught a lesson with unorthodox methods."

If you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear. The reason they are afraid now is because they have committed too many sins, spoken without virtue, and acted uncleanly. That is why they are afraid of ghosts without grudges.

"But...after all, they're all family..."

Xiang He finally stepped to the top and looked out over the noisy area.

His eyes darkened, becoming even more unfathomable than the bottomless night. "Fifth Uncle, He'er is dead. Who killed her?"

Xiang Zhong was mute. He didn't believe in the idea of ​​reincarnation, but he did see another girl named He that night, and this girl was completely different, so he had to believe it.

This "Xiang He" has a youthful face, but she is very mature in her dealings with people. I always feel that she is definitely not simple, and her abilities are not limited to what they are now.

"Fifth Uncle, just consider me vindictive. Only by putting those people's ideas to rest can the Third Brother's family have peace."

Xiang Zhong lowered his head; he was a kind man, and he remained so even as a ghost.

"Let's not talk about this anymore," Xiang He found a patch of grass and sat cross-legged. "Fifth Uncle, Seventh Sister is under my care, so there won't be any problems in the future. When are you going to set off? It's not good for you if it takes too long."

Mentioning his only daughter, Xiang Zhongxu's hands clenched tightly, then he squatted down and smiled bitterly, "Thirteen years have passed, good or bad. Now I can keep watching over her and my mother, and that's enough for me."

"Look at what you're saying, 'fallen leaves return to their roots.' Since you're dead, you're bound to go to your final destination. Let it go as soon as possible."

"Um……"

Xiang He knew he didn't want to leave so soon, so he didn't urge him. He just narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Xiang family, "Fifth Uncle, have you seen Xiang Fusheng?"

Xiang Zhong was slightly taken aback. "Should I go down and take a look now?"

"No need, I just wanted to ask if you noticed anything strange tonight."

Suddenly, he remembered that last night, Xiang He seemed to have given Xiang Fusheng something. Now that he thought about it, he realized that Xiang Fusheng's expression at that time was a bit strange.

"I didn't notice anything amiss tonight, could it be that he's been exposed to something?"

"I guess so. There'll be some excitement to watch from now on."

Xiang He turned her gaze back down the mountain. The house was not yet repaired, and Xiang Dayong's family had casually laid out dry grass to sleep outside. Xiang He did not want to disturb them late at night, so she came up to the top of the mountain to meditate.

She was puzzled as to why her soul had transmigrated to this place and possessed this person's body. There must be another reason, but she had not yet found any clues.

"By the way, Fifth Uncle, were you there the night He'er died?"

Xiang Zhong shook his head blankly, "I wasn't in the village that night, I was wandering around in the back mountains."

"..."

Xiang He always felt that being a ghost was the easiest thing to do. Although there were worries lingering in one's heart, it was extremely free. For example, Xiang Zhong at this moment had concerns but was not bound by them.

A helpless smile curved his lips as he closed his eyes to rest.

She was reciting the Tao Te Ching in her heart. Recent events had been truly bizarre; it was time for her to settle her resolve regarding the Tao…

Seeing that she had started meditating again, Xiang Zhong, who was squatting beside her, quietly kept her company.

After all, having been a ghost for many years, this was the first time he could talk to a person, and he couldn't help but want to spend more time with them.

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From the moment Xiang He squatted there until the rooster crowed, when he opened his eyes, Xiang Zhong was no longer beside him. He rubbed his eyes and looked around the village, where many people had already gotten up and were busy with their tasks.

Xiang He stood up, hands on her knees. "A beautiful day begins, time to get to work!"

She jogged down the mountain, where Xiangyang was already chopping wood. "Sister!"

"So early?"

Xiangyang chuckled, "Let's get up early and have breakfast. We still need to check on the fields later."

Farm children learn to be independent early. Xiang He reached out and patted his head, "Little Yang is such a good boy! Where did your mother go?"

"They went to the river to wash their clothes."

Xiang He looked down and realized she seemed to have forgotten to take a shower last night...

I quickly raised my hand to smell myself; it smelled a bit sour… Looks like I'll have to sneak a shower tonight, or I'll stink in a day!

It's such a hassle not to have a toilet here. Xiang He had already made up her mind to build a separate shower room in the house. It doesn't matter if it's small, as long as she can take a hot shower in winter!

Just as she was full of plans, Xiangyang tugged at her sleeve. Looking down, she saw Xiangyang pointing to the pot, "Sister, the water's boiled. Shall I apply the medicine for you?"

"No need, my sister's injuries heal quickly. Go get the medicine, and I'll take a look at my father's hands and feet."

"it is good!"

Seeing Xiang Yang run to the cart, Xiang He went over to help Xiang Dayong up. "Father, let me check your injuries. If they're stable, you'll need to change the dressings."

"You..." Xiang Dayong glanced at the distance and, seeing that Xiang Yun was still asleep, asked in a low voice, "You can... heal illnesses?"

"Understood."

He had initially thought the powdered medicine was prescribed by a doctor, but he hadn't expected her to be knowledgeable in medicine.

She helped me sit down, carefully placing my feet on the low stool. "My hands and feet... when will they get better? You've all been so busy lately..."

"Don't worry, although it's not broken, the cut is deep enough to see the bone, so it will take some time to heal. But with me here, it will definitely heal faster."

Xiang Yang rushed over just in time to hear this, and squatted down beside Xiang Dayong's feet. "Sister, do you have some good ideas?"

Xiang Dayong's face stiffened, afraid that he would notice something, but Xiang He smiled and tapped his nose, "You didn't listen to the porters properly, your older sister has learned a lot!"

"You can learn those too?!"

His surprised expression made the two of them burst out laughing, and it even woke Xiang Yun up. "Hmm...did I oversleep..."

Xiang Yun's confused look made everyone laugh.

Xiang He quickly unwrapped the white cloth wrapped around her foot. Although it had only been a few days, it was noticeably better. "The skin and flesh have recovered significantly. We will continue to use the medicine powder. We will also continue to drink the herbal decoction. I added angelica to it to nourish the blood and heart, strengthen the body, and promote blood circulation and regeneration. It is a good medicine for Father."

Xiangyang listened in stunned silence, "I didn't understand a word my sister said..."

"It's alright if you don't understand. After you apply the medicine to Father, you can decoct the medicine. I'll go find Mother; there are too many heavy clothes."

"it is good!"

Seeing how happy he was to receive the work, he's so easily satisfied.

Xiang He carried an empty bucket toward the river. As she walked past the paddy field ridge and was almost at the river, she caught a glimpse of a green figure out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head, she saw the green figure carrying a wooden basin, running hurriedly. Occasionally, the figure would glance around quickly, seemingly in a great hurry.

She finished washing the clothes so quickly this early in the morning.

With a casual smile, Xiang He continued walking forward, carrying the bucket. "Xiang Lianhua, what kind of trouble will she cause this time..."