At 10:30 p.m., a few students who had just finished their evening self-study session were walking arm in arm, some talking about tomorrow's exam, and others talking about where they were going to eat lunch, saying they were tired of eating at the school cafeteria.

Xu Qian noticed several missed calls on his phone, all from the same unknown number. Upon closer inspection, he also saw two text messages, which seemed to be from... the son of that uncle who went to the hospital?

Xu Qian checked the time; it had only been a month since he sent out the medicine pouch. He hadn't expected it to be effective so quickly.

Little did he know, the other party almost jumped up and down after seeing Xu Qian's reply.

"Dad, he's home!"

"What did the doctor say?" Bai Jianfeng sat up straight.

"He said... keep taking the medicine, take it for another month, and your hair will slowly grow back." After Bai Jiamu finished speaking, he sent another text message to the other party. He wanted to personally visit and express his gratitude. Although the other party had given it as a gift, as the beneficiaries, they couldn't accept this benefit for nothing.

Just as Bai Jianfeng was about to say something, the door to the ward opened, and He Jinzhang entered.

"Old He, what brings you here so late!"

"Just got off work, came to see you. How's your recovery going?" He Jinzhang put down the fruit, and as he approached, he noticed Bai Jianfeng's head—why was it a bit...fuzzy? "Oh, what's this...?"

Bai Jianfeng exclaimed "Hi!" with obvious delight, "My hair! My hair has grown back!"

He Jinzhang was quite surprised, "How did it grow back? Did it really grow from eating that He Shou Wu?"

"No, no, no," Bai Jianfeng hurriedly waved his hand, "It was the young doctor who brought me to the hospital before. He gave me the medicine, and I took three pills. Now my scalp isn't oily anymore, and my hair is starting to grow back slowly!"

"You've... turned misfortune into a blessing!" He Jinzhang couldn't help but reach out and touch it; the feel of it was... amazing!

“That’s right! Let me tell you…” Bai Jianfeng told his friend the whole story, and his son added a few words.

After hearing the whole story, He Jinzhang subconsciously covered his forehead, his heart pounding with excitement. Although he wasn't exactly bald, his hair was thinning year by year. If only it could grow back...

"What did they say?" he asked Bai Jiamu hurriedly.

"Hmm...it's here!" Bai Jiamu read the text message. "The other party said...the medicine can be dispensed, but I need to tell them about the patient's condition, and it would be best if I could send a photo. Then he asked me to add him on WeChat!"

"Then, what about the price?" He Jinzhang asked again. Although he had some savings, if it was too expensive... he would have to explain it to his wife.

"Uh..." Bai Jiamu held up his phone, "The other party said they only want the medicinal herbs, no money required..."

...

Xu Qian's medical skill proficiency was originally full, but he found that since he woke up, the medical recipes in Jianwang 3 had been updated several times. He was quite interested in the effects of some of the medicines. However, buying medicinal herbs in this world was not an easy task. Ordinary medicinal herbs were fine, but some precious medicinal herbs were difficult to buy, and he even had to register his ID card.

So he offered to exchange his medicine for the medicinal herbs in exchange for his medicine bag.

A while later, Bai Jiamu replied to the WeChat message, sending a photo that was of He Jinzhang.

Xu Qian zoomed in and looked at it; it was similar to the patient's condition, but not as serious.

Bai Jiamu:

Dr. Xu, please tell me what medicinal herbs you need. I'll send them over to you.

Xu Qian thought for a moment and sent over the materials needed for the [Mind-Concentrating Pill]. This medicine was very suitable for Meng Liangchen; he was in his final year of high school! He should focus on his exams!

Xu Qian:

Please send it to me. My contact number is 138-XXXX-XXXX.

Xu Qian left Meng Ziqiu's phone number, worried that he might receive a call while working, so it seemed more appropriate to leave Meng Ziqiu's. Of course, he also asked the other party to leave their phone number and address, and the medicine bag was sent by express delivery.

After agreeing on a delivery date with the 'customer,' Xu Qian opened Meng Ziqiu's WeChat account and told him about receiving the package, asking him to be ready to receive it.

The scene shifts to a remote mountain village in Fengcheng. It was winter, and the young and middle-aged people returning home for the Spring Festival brought a bit more life to the village.

A figure stumbled and ran towards the village from the mountains and forests. It was too dark to see the figure clearly.

The villager on duty rubbed his eyes, still unable to see clearly, so he shouted towards the woods, "Who's there? What are you doing out there so late at night?!"

The figure drew closer and closer. The villagers shone their flashlights, but when they shone them, they could only see the lower half of the face. Why only half? Because the upper half... was gone.

"Aaaaaahh ...

The screams woke up the entire village.

Zhao Dashan, who was the first to leave the house, was clearly in a bad mood. Of course, being kicked out of the house by his wife late at night would make anyone unhappy.

"Who is it? Is someone who has nothing better to do than sleep?! Damn it! Someone's dead! Someone's dead! This, this..." Before he could finish speaking, a figure suddenly pounced on him and completely overwhelmed him.

With the first person, then the second, the third... and eventually the whole village.

...

"...This is why Nanbin Village disappeared more than a decade ago," Chen Zhi said to the people behind him.

The girl in the white windbreaker caught her breath. "Huff... huff... Ah Zhi, if we follow your logic, wouldn't the whole village be wiped out?"

"You could say that." Chen Zhi didn't see anything wrong with it and nodded.

“That doesn’t make sense,” another boy in a gray windbreaker said. “If there really wasn’t anyone else, then who told this story?”

“…Yes!” another girl said.

"I..." Chen Zhi stammered, "I heard it from someone else, just in case someone happened to be passing by!"

"Sigh! Looks like this trip was a waste again!" The girl in the white windbreaker was named Feng Yan. She and five other people were all senior students at Fengcheng University. Because they had fewer classes in their senior year, and because they had all been members of the school's outdoor adventure club, the six of them decided to come to this small mountain village recommended by Chen Zhi after discussing it.

The village called Nanbin became an abandoned village twenty years ago. In addition, a landslide the following year blocked half of the road. Because it was not a main road, there were gradually few cars passing by, so it was an abandoned mountain road. Perhaps because of this, many stories about the village have been circulating, each one more absurd than the last, yet some people still believe them.

Take Chen Zhi from their team, for example.

"Alright, let's take a short rest," Feng Yan said to the others.

"Take a break, take a break."

This small team of two women and four men had fairly complete exploration equipment, including a contour map of the mountain, GPS, compass, and walkie-talkie. Chen Zhi also had information given to him by a fellow hiker he met online who had been there before. Only with the backing of someone who had been there did he dare to mention the place name.

After resting for about ten minutes, the six were about to get up and continue their journey when several mournful cries of crows echoed from the forest, and everyone suddenly felt a chill in the air.

Feng Yan sniffed, feeling the cold. Just as she was about to take a step forward, she felt a chill on her scalp, as if something had dripped down. She subconsciously looked up and gasped in fright.

"There's something up there!"

The other five people looked up, and He Ping, the most timid of them, immediately cried out.

There was a monkey hanging on the branch, or more accurately, a monkey carcass, its intestines spilling out of its belly and dripping blood.

Feng Yan felt a chill run down her spine when she remembered what had dripped onto her hair earlier, and goosebumps rose all over her body.

"This, this is..."

"Stop looking, stop looking, let's go." Feng Yan pulled the others along; she didn't want to look anymore, feeling nauseous all over.

The group hurriedly left, completely unaware of the monkey hanging in the tree, whose eyes reflected a shadow that was neither human nor human.

Half a month later, Meng Ziqiu received another message from Fifth Master.

Fifth Master:

Qiu Zi, Fifth Master needs to talk to you about something. Can you contact your little brother?

...Young man?

Meng Ziqiu looked up and searched for Xu Qian's shadow. He was still filming in front of him, so he called back Fifth Master.

Meng Ziqiu:

Finding him is no problem. Fifth Master, is there anything I can help you with?

Fifth Master:

I won't lie to you, I need your brother to do me a favor.

Sangzi... he's gone!

No, it's gone?

What does this mean?

Meng Ziqiu was completely dumbfounded. Sang Ge had been following Fifth Master since he was a child, so it wouldn't be surprising if he were Fifth Master's godson. How could he have disappeared like this!

Fifth Master:

This is a bit complicated. Please call me back as soon as you can after you contact him!

Meng Ziqiu quickly agreed. After waiting for a while, Xu Qian finally finished his business, and he hurriedly called Xu Qian to the other side.

"Brother, something's happened!"

Author's Note: Since some people prefer adventure stories and others prefer casual stories, the title may change from now on to either adventure or casual, or it may be accompanied by a plus sign.

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