Lin Weiming carefully transferred his legs into the wooden tub.

The water in the basin was very clear and had a slight warmth to it.

Lin Weiming felt so comfortable that he wanted to close his eyes.

The gauze on the wound accidentally got wet, so Lin Weiming simply took it off and washed himself with water.

"Why does this water make me feel a little itchy after washing?" Lin Weiming felt a bit strange.

Lin Wanyue quickly looked over.

She discovered that the spring water was indeed, just as she had guessed, a spiritual spring!

Lin Weiming's calf was pierced by a wild boar's tusk. Although he was lucky that the bone was not broken, the hideous wound on his calf was terrifying to look at.

Now, after being washed by the spring water, Lin Wanyue was surprised to find that not only were the dark scabs washed away, but even the edges of the wounds had begun to show signs of healing.

This healing speed is incredible!

Even growth factors from later generations could not achieve such a rapid healing effect.

"Hehe!" Lin Wanyue smiled, her eyes crinkling and revealing a row of neat little teeth.

That's great! This way, Dad's wound will heal faster! We won't have to worry about things at home.

Moreover, if the spring water can have such an effect, then wouldn't she no longer have to worry about getting injured?

Bang bang bang—

Suddenly, there was a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Eldest son, second son, third son, fourth son! Why are you all standing there like idiots? You're not as clever as your sister at all! Hurry up and open the door!" Lin Weiming seized the opportunity to scold his sons.

These naughty boys have been raised for so many years, how come not one of them knows to bring him water to wash his feet?

Daughters are still the best.

Despite being disliked by their father for not being as good as their younger sister, the Lin family boys didn't feel embarrassed at all.

My sister is good to begin with, so even if they are not as good as her, it's not a big deal.

"Oh, Grandpa Village Head? What brings you here?" The four boys rushed over and opened the door, looking at the anxious old man with a puzzled expression.

The village head, an old man in his seventies, is the most respected person in the village.

But precisely because of his age, he generally doesn't go to other people's homes casually.

"Is your sister home?" the village head asked anxiously.

Lin Zhongyuan quickly patted his younger brother's head, "Go and call Grandma over."

He didn't call his sister over directly, worried that the village head also had his eye on her and wanted to buy her away.

He had already said that Zhang Cuihong was a shameless old woman who actually tried to steal their sister away.

The four brothers had already gathered together and whispered among themselves, forming an alliance to protect their sister.

No matter who comes, it cannot be taken away!

Liu Junlan was quickly summoned over.

She was also puzzled as to why the village head would come to her house so late at night.

"Grandpa, what brings you here?" Liu Junlan asked.

"Sigh..." The old man, the village head, slammed his cane heavily on the ground, his face full of worry: "Junlan, I have something I'd like to ask your family for help with."

"Why are you being so polite with me, old man? Just tell me what's on your mind." Liu Junlan couldn't help but frown, wondering what the old man from the village head's family had come for.

"Well, I heard that... your little girl is quite capable." The village head seemed a bit conflicted, unsure how to proceed: "I heard that Wang Dazhu's son was possessed by an evil spirit, and it was your girl who saved him. And that girl from the Du family... I was thinking, could we ask her for help too? To help find my son?"

"Your son?"

"right!"

It turns out he was the village head's youngest son. He went to the county town a few days ago to run some errands, but he hasn't returned yet.

The village head was worried, so he asked a villager who was about to go to the city to ask what was going on.

But who knew that the village head's youngest son was supposed to be back a couple of days ago.

They were familiar with the roads in the county town. Although it was dozens of miles away, these country folk who were used to traveling there could get home in less than half a day.

Two days have passed, and they haven't seen a single person yet.

It's impossible not to be worried.

At noon, the village head and the rest of the family went to the county town to look for him, fearing that something might have happened to him that prevented him from returning in time.

But now, the eldest son, the second son, and the grandsons who went to look for him have all returned, but the youngest son is still nowhere to be found.

Left with no other choice, the village head had to try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

Having heard that Lin Wanyue seemed to have some skills, they had no choice but to come and ask for her help.

Since it involved matters of life and death, Liu Junlan did not hesitate at all and immediately called Lin Wanyue over.

"Wanwan, can you predict this? If not, please don't force yourself," Liu Junlan advised.

"I'll do it carefully." Lin Wanyue nodded and asked her brothers to find her forty-nine grass stems.

Everyone gathered around the wooden table where the Lin family ate, under a crackling pine oil lamp.

The lights were dim, but everyone around the table stopped staring and fixed their eyes on Lin Wanyue's small, chubby hands. As her hands moved, the grass stems seemed to change, or perhaps they were just moving.

Lin Zheyun's eyes were sore from staring at it, but he still couldn't understand anything.

After a short while, Lin Wanyue looked at the village head with a solemn expression and said, "Uncle, you are destined to face a calamity."

In other words, he did indeed get into trouble.

"..." Upon hearing this, the village headman's body went limp, and he almost collapsed.

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