"Something's wrong!" Wan'er rushed forward, but after taking a few steps, she retreated to the tree and turned to look around—wait, where's the Ginseng King? It was just here a moment ago, how come it's gone?
"Spirit Master, quick, quickly use your spiritual power to protect me, this old man can't take it anymore!" A weak, urgent voice came from above. Wan'er looked up and immediately saw a faint white light appearing from the withered branches above her. A white ginseng was faintly visible on the branch, surrounded by wisps of gray, turbid energy...
Seeing this, Wan'er raised one hand, flicked her fingers upwards, and drew a half-circle to the right. After a flash of red light, petals flew up, tracing a beautiful arc, and covered the Ginseng King, sizzling as they blocked the gray mist.
With a twist of his body, the Ginseng King transformed into human form. The little old man jumped down from the tree, now wearing a red gauze robe, and returned to his former spirited appearance.
"Thank you, Spirit Lord," King Shen straightened his clothes, flicked his sleeves, and bowed to Wan'er.
"Alright, let's go quickly." Wan'er nodded. The hasty action just now made her feel that her spiritual power had fully recovered. Her nostrils flared; she faintly sensed Mo Tian's weak breath.
A pang of sorrow gripped my heart; he must have done something before finally giving in.
The Spirit Lord, for my sake and for the Spirit Clan, actually exhausted his spiritual power. This devotion deeply moved Wan'er.
"Whoosh!" Like the wind, the two turned and headed towards the residential area...
Following the scent of the air, Wan'er quickly moved forward and returned to her room. The door was open, and the floor was covered in dirty trash. A section of the living room wall was wet, creating a scene of devastation. It seemed the flood last night had been quite severe...
"Wan'er, you're back! Last night, it was your cat that was meowing so loudly. When did you get a cat?" A neighbor, an older woman, stopped at the door to greet Wan'er and peeked inside. "But it's strange, it seems the flood also came from your house..."
"Mom, are you trying to make me laugh? I think you're hallucinating. How could that be? They're upstairs. Let's go, don't bother them," a young girl walked over.
"No, listen to me, I heard strange noises when I went to the bathroom last night, and I saw something through the living room window..." Before the sister-in-law could say anything more, the girl had already reached out and pushed her away, turning back to wave to Wan'er as she left, "Goodbye, sister!"
"Goodbye!" Wan'er watched the two leave awkwardly.
“I’m here.” The Ginseng King had already entered the house.
"Mo Tian, Mo," Wan'er rushed inside. The family photo was still hanging in the living room, but when Wan'er looked up at the photo, she was stunned.
Tears instantly blurred her vision. Wan'er suddenly stared blankly at the photo frame. Her outstretched arms were no longer visible beneath her parents' figures. In the photo, she stood there all alone, while the images of her parents were reduced to blurry outlines...
"Miss Wan'er, now is not the time to be sad. Quickly go find the Spirit Lord." Grandpa Shenwang's suggestion quickly brought Wan'er back to her senses.
"Mo Tian!" I called out all the way from the living room to the kitchen and then to the bedroom, but there was no one there. The atmosphere in the bedroom seemed a little stronger.
Standing at the head of the bed, where longan trees once stood, possessed their own mysteries. A flash of light appeared in her eyes, and a red petal appeared between Wan'er's brows. Wan'er lifted her foot onto the bed, and the Ginseng King followed immediately...
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