That's right, the witch He, who originally had very few hairs on her head, now had a thick head of long hair. The black hair was extremely shiny, just like the long black hair in shampoo commercials on TV.

"Aside from growing hair, do you have any other side effects?" After all, it was his family's well, so Lu Qingjiu had to offer his condolences to He Shenpo when something happened. Although it seemed that this was the result of He Shenpo's lack of skill...

"No more." said Witch He, "If there were other sequelae, would my old bones still be able to walk here?"

"Did you find anything unusual after you went back?" Lu Qingjiu could only try to ask.

"Strange?" Witch He thought for a moment and whispered, "I made some chicken soup when I got home, and it tasted a little different from what I usually drink."

Lu Qingjiu: “…”

Yin Xun: “…”

The two fell into a mysterious silence, both remembering how Witch He had assured them that the chicken used as a sacrifice could not be eaten.

"You really ate the chicken?" Yin Xun said unwillingly, "What's the difference between that chicken and the usual one?"

Witch He: "Hmm...it seems to be particularly fragrant."

Yin Xun: "...Are you showing off?"

Seeing Yin Xun's angry face, Lu Qingjiu quickly changed the subject and asked He Shenpo if she felt unwell. He Shenpo said that she didn't feel well at the moment and would wait a few days to see. Lu Qingjiu asked her to come to him if she had any problems. To comfort her heart that was hurt by the black hair, he had to give He Shenpo half a pound of pork and asked her to cook it at noon.

Witch He left happily, but Yin Xun was very depressed, feeling that he had lost both the wife and the army.

Lu Qingjiu ignored him, quietly entered the house, woke up Bai Yuehu who was still sleeping, and told him about the witch.

Bai Yuehu yawned softly, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes opened a crack, and she said lazily, "It's okay, I won't die."

"Is it really impossible to die?" Lu Qingjiu asked, "Didn't you say there's some kind of willpower in the well? That willpower won't be harmful to the human body, right?"

Bai Yuehu turned over, propped up his chin and looked at Lu Qingjiu, saying, "Is having long hair a bad thing?"

Lu Qingjiu: “Not really.”

"That means there is none." said Bai Yuehu.

Lu Qingjiu said "oh" and breathed a sigh of relief. Bai Yuehu was much more reliable than that witch He. Since he said it was okay, then it should be okay. Besides, the long hair was not a negative impact at all. Think about his colleagues. If they knew that they could grow long, thick black hair by praying, they would probably have rushed over crying.

Witch He was frightened for a while, but she gradually felt relieved when she saw that the hair had no side effects. She was actually embarrassed to ask Lu Qingjiu for an explanation. After all, people paid her to solve the problem, and instead of solving the problem, she had more problems. Wouldn't it be a shame to tell others about it?

After that, Lu Qingjiu hadn't seen He Shenpo for a while, until one day when he went to the market in town, he and Yin Xun saw He Shenpo walking hand in hand with an old man on the street, looking very sweet. He went back to the village and inquired, only to find out that He Shenpo was no longer in this business.

"Oh, you don't know, she didn't know where she got such a head of black hair, it's so eye-catching, and now the old widow from the next village has fallen in love with her. After they got married, she didn't even do the exorcism..." The gossiping auntie tutted her lips, "I don't know where she got this hair transplanted, it looks pretty good."

Hearing this, Lu Qingjiu instantly looked away guiltily.

About a month after the exorcism, Lu Qingjiu finally learned from the local news what had happened in the well.

A year ago, a woman and her boyfriend were traveling together. They argued over something, and the boyfriend killed her and dumped her body in Lu Qingjiu's old house. He then disappeared. Because they lived far from the house, the police suspected the man of murder, but they couldn't find the body and couldn't file a case. Six months later, the man suddenly resigned and returned to the area. No one knew why he'd returned. His colleagues reported that he'd been acting strangely for a while, with his hair constantly falling out. Within a week, his head was completely bald. They assumed he was seriously ill.

The man who returned never left. Officially, he was overcome by guilt and committed suicide by jumping into a well. But the police and Lu Qingjiu knew there was more to the story. But the murderer was dead, and the body had been found, so the case was closed.

It's just that Lu Qingjiu would put a bowl of rice at the mouth of the well during festivals and stick a few incense sticks on the rice as a tribute to this ghost girl who was particularly obsessed with hair.

Spring is approaching and the temperature is gradually rising. It has rained a lot in the past few days, and Yin Xun is clamoring to go to the mountains to pick mushrooms.

Lu Qingjiu said, "Are you just staring at the chicks in the yard?"

Yin Xun insisted on his last stubbornness: "I bought the chicks myself!"

"But I don't know mushrooms." Lu Qingjiu said, "What if we pick poisonous mushrooms..."

Yin Xun grinned, his little canine teeth shining white in the sunlight. He patted his chest and said confidently: "It's okay, I know him!"

"Do you really know him?" Lu Qingjiu looked at him suspiciously.

"I really know them." Yin Xun said, "Well, just pick the ones I know and eat them. If I don't know them, we can just not pick them."

That's fine. Lu Qingjiu agreed to Yin Xun's suggestion. Before going up the mountain, he said hello to Bai Yuehu and told him to make do with his lunch today and go eat beef noodles in the village.

Bai Yuehu asked, "You guys want to go up the mountain?"

"Yeah." Lu Qingjiu said, "Yin Xun insisted on going up the mountain to pick mushrooms. Didn't it rain this morning? I thought picking some mushrooms to stew with chicken would be delicious."

Bai Yuehu didn't seem to agree with Lu Qingjiu going up the mountain until he heard the words "stewed chicken". Lu Qingjiu clearly saw Bai Yuehu's eyes seemed to light up, and he said, "I'll go with you."

That's right, foxes love to eat chickens, how could they forget this? Lu Qingjiu figured this out and stopped worrying about it. "Okay, if you want."

So the three of them packed up their belongings, grabbed their lunch and basket, and headed for the woods. Shuifu Village was quite remote, surrounded almost entirely by dense, undeveloped jungle, where you could occasionally spot animals. The ground was still damp from the morning rain, and the air was filled with a moist, fragrant blend of earth and trees, a refreshing aroma that was quite invigorating.

There was a small road beside the village, winding and hidden in the dense jungle. Lu Qingjiu carried the basket and observed the roadside as he walked. After a while, he found a bunch of white mushrooms that had just emerged in the grass by the roadside.

"Mushrooms!" As someone who had rarely seen wild mushrooms, Lu Qingjiu shouted excitedly.

"That mushroom can't be eaten." Yin Xun glanced at it, then looked away and said, "The outer layer of this mushroom is dark yellow. It's a poisonous mushroom."

Lu Qingjiu: "Oh... then what kind of mushrooms can be eaten?"

Yin Xun said, "The more ordinary the better. Mushrooms are more abundant in summer and autumn. My neighbor picked a lot last year."

"Did you eat it all?" Lu Qingjiu asked.

"Yes, they ate it all." Yin Xun said, "Now the grass on the grave is more than five meters high."

Lu Qingjiu: “…” Stop talking.

The three of them walked deeper and deeper, and finally found a large patch of white mushrooms under a huge ancient tree. After checking, Yin Xun said that the mushrooms were edible. Bai Yuehu, who had been silent all the time, also nodded, agreeing with him.

Lu Qingjiu put down the basket, bent over, and began to pick mushrooms carefully. Picking mushrooms requires a certain technique. You can't break them in the middle, otherwise the mushrooms will quickly become stale. You have to pull the roots out of the mud. But you can't pull them all out, otherwise they won't grow again next year.

There were so many mushrooms that their baskets were soon full. Yin Xun said, "Let's go home."

Lu Qingjiu nodded, stood up, picked up the basket and took two steps forward, but almost stepped into a puddle.

"Fuck." Lu Qingjiu was startled, "Why is there a puddle of water here?"

"Water?" Yin Xun glanced at it with a puzzled expression, "Wasn't there any water when I came here just now?"

“I didn’t notice…” Lu Qingjiu said, “It looks really strange.”

If water had accumulated on the ground, it wouldn't be a big deal. But the problem was that Lu Qingjiu was standing on a flat ground covered with fallen leaves. This puddle of water appeared inexplicably where the fallen leaves were piled, soaking the fallen leaves as well. However, the fallen leaves around it were dry.

Lu Qingjiu casually threw a small stone into the puddle, and saw that the small stone made a gurgling sound and then disappeared into the puddle soaked with fallen leaves. He immediately widened his eyes, because judging from the sound of the stone falling into the water, the puddle seemed to be very deep.

"What is this thing? Is it a hole?" Lu Qingjiu looked at Bai Yuehu, intuitively feeling that he should know the answer.

"It's not a cave," White Moon Fox said softly, "it's an animal." He paused for a moment, then added solemnly, "It's not very tasty."

Lu Qingjiu: “…” Something seems to be wrong with the point.

The author has something to say: Lu Qingjiu: Do you like chicken?

White Moon Fox: Just so-so.

Lu Qingjiu: Eh? Don't foxes really like chickens?

Bai Yuehu: …………I take that back. Actually, I quite like chickens.

Lu Qingjiu: Hmm...