Chapter 41 (Two Updates in One)
Not only Wei Layue is extraordinary, but all the women in Buxiantun are quite extraordinary.
Especially Grandma Wei, who raised three sons who sacrificed their lives for the country and a granddaughter, Wei Layue.
Hadn't Zhou Liang previously asked the forestry farm's leadership for their divorce, to avoid implicating Wei Layue? The couple had remained devoted, and after moving their household registration back to Buxiantun, they naturally planned to remarry. Grandma Wei insisted they hold a formal and solemn wedding.
The wedding was arranged one day in late September, after the sweet potato and sugar beet harvests but before the cotton harvest.
Back then, it wasn't customary to use a sedan chair to bring the bride home; they simply brought her home in a carriage. Donkey or ox carts wouldn't be a problem, and bicycles were more versatile. But Wei Layue's carriage was pulled by a moose, taller, larger, and more impressive than a horse. People from not only her own village but even other villages came to see it.
Those who could enter the village through the militia-guarded entrance were naturally relatives and old patrons of the commune members, their eyes almost bulging with envy. Some of the more astute ones pestered the influential village elders, asking how they could get this big guy to be so obedient. Who wouldn't be envious of this beast, stronger than an ox?
No matter what the old Party Secretary and the others said, they couldn't say that this was the deer herder who had trained the wild cat in Little Fairy's house, right? From the spring planting until now, they had finally understood that the wild cat that Little Fairy carried around all day was no ordinary creature. It was a fairy beast that even tigers would call "big brother"!
It was taboo to say this out loud, so the village elders made up a lie: "Well, it's our little Miss Lin who's really capable. She saved someone else's elk—elk only give birth once a year, and at most two calves per litter. Little Miss Lin saved several at once, so she's the benefactor of the entire herd! Think about it, isn't this a case of good deeds being rewarded?"
Someone whose ancestors were hunters was skeptical: "Moose are solitary. Even if they are part of a herd, except when they are calving, they stay alone all year round. Uncle, don't we have some way to tame these big guys?"
Of course there is a way, but can you believe it? The old breeder, Uncle Huang San, said, "You know this guy isn't even afraid of wolves. How can we tame him? He doesn't live in the barn. We've never locked him up. He's free to come and go. Tell me, would you dare let the well-trained donkeys in your brigade go like that? Every night, the moose wander off to the South Mountain on their own."
"Moose are solitary, but they have their own herds. There aren't a fixed number of them that come down the mountain; they all take turns coming. These big guys come when they want to, and they're willing to help. What's our village better than other places? Isn't it just that Aunt Lin saved the deer?" Uncle Huang glanced at his thoughtful relative. "But our village wouldn't dare let the deer suffer any loss. Regardless of other things, we've taken plenty of the tender leaves and the water chestnuts from the water bubbles."
He seemed to remember something and patted the man with his bony, strong hand. "That's right! This moose has a habit. You could try to imitate it. Maybe it'll be useful."
The man endured the pain and asked hurriedly.
Uncle Huang said, "The moose here love to come to the alkaline factory every spring and autumn to lick the salt! Since these big guys have been coming here from time to time, our team has added another expense: salt. We buy good salt from the supply and marketing cooperative and let them lick it."
The people in the other villages, listening intently, sneered. What good idea was this? Which production team had the money to buy salt for the moose? People wouldn't even put salt in their food. Everyone knew that Buxian Village was shaking up. Rumor had it that even the city department store was coming to buy Buxian Mountain Pine Wine.
The village elders watched with cold eyes, and those who were more far-sighted warned, "Moose have a bad temper! You may think they are docile in our village, but if you encounter them in the mountains, don't be rash and approach them. Otherwise, a butt or a kick could be fatal!"
Uncle Huang added, "If it gets really angry, don't run or fight it. If you can sing folk songs, just hum a soothing tune. If you can't, just stay still and have the rest of you stay away to attract the moose's attention."
Singing to deer—it sounded so unrealistic, it made the people laugh. But it was actually a good idea. Even the children in the village had been told by their parents by the ears. Lin Xinghuo was worried that the villagers would get so used to this little band of caracals that they'd mistake them for family members when they encountered other moose. That would be truly disregarding their lives. Qing was waiting to provoke the wrath of these big guys.
After watching the moose cart pull the young couple around the village, the others dispersed, each seeking out their own relatives for dinner. Even among the villagers, only a few actually came to the Wei family's house for a feast; only very close relatives could attend. Weddings aren't exactly a thing these days; even in government offices, banquets aren't held; a simple tea party is the norm. In the countryside, however, several tables can be set up.
Just bow to the leader and the meal can begin.
Lin Xinghuo was dragged and pushed to the head of the table. There was an extra earthenware plate on the table in front of him, and Grandma Wei said, "I saw a big cat. Don't let it starve." Everyone had seen the fairy lady drink from the same bowl of water with the cat. The fairy lady was very careful and never let the cat touch other people's dishes. Besides, in the countryside, this cat might be cleaner than a human.
The caracal's ears were tucked back against its forehead. Who was the tabby cat? How could a dignified demon cultivator like him become a tabby cat?
"Huahua, Huahua?" Grandma Wei was still calling.
The caracal disappeared in a flash, and Lin Xinghuo laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.
Wei Layue and Zhou Liang went to the back room to bow to their father and uncle's military medals, and then sat down at the table with confidence.
Zhou Liang wasn't very agile yet, needing help to stand, but everyone saw the sincerity of his bow. The young man, now in his early twenties, addressed the old Party secretary and Lin Xinghuo, saying, "Even without that family, I still have Grandma and Layue. You two and the villagers of Bushan Village are my adopted parents. From now on, please watch over me. If I ever let Layue down or the village down, just give me a beating..."
Everyone at the five tables heard it clearly. He had put his seat at the lowest position.
Grandma Wei smiled and patted him, saying to everyone: "Don't misunderstand. We are getting married in the twelfth month, not taking in a son-in-law! Our Zhou Liang is the head of the family and we will have children in the future, no matter how many, they will all have the surname Zhou!" She also helped Zhou Liang's reputation in public.
The young couple were extremely surprised; it was obvious that Grandma Wei hadn't discussed this with them beforehand. But once this was said, the men's attitude towards Zhou Liang became even more relaxed. Immediately, one uncle threatened Zhou Liang at the table, "You better treat us Layue well, or I'll beat you up!"
A son-in-law is like a daughter-in-law; uncles and aunts can't directly discipline him. But a son-in-law is different; the bride's relatives can give him a heads-up first; it's customary. If Zhou Liang were still from another village, the show of power wouldn't be so obvious, after all, a son-in-law is a guest of honor in his mother-in-law's family. But now they're from the same village, and their relationship is close, so there's no need for formalities. The more direct the words, the closer they seem. Didn't you see Zhou Liang's eyes red with gratitude?
Lin Xinghuo thought to herself: The world is so complicated, she just can't figure it out.
If you can't figure it out, then forget it. In the hearts of the villagers, Lin Xinghuo was different from other girls her age. She was everyone's "aunt"! Whether she was aloof when she first came down the mountain, or now that she has become one of the two people with the most influence in the village, no one dared to drag her into the complicated rules and regulations of rural life.
Jin Zhaodi's mother had thought about it, but was rejected by Jin Zhaodi. Now the reputation of Buxiantun having a good doctor has spread to the city. Even though she loves Lin Xinghuo's beautiful appearance, she knows that her son who is still holding on to the rotten bricks left over from building a house is not worthy of her.
She was at the banquet because after the autumn harvest, many families were renovating their homes or building new ones. Jin Zhaodi's father worked in a kiln, and her brother had also gone to work in a brick factory this summer. Each family needed different quantities, so she had come to inquire about them under the pretext of visiting her daughter. When Grandma Wei heard about it, she invited her to the banquet.
Harvesting crops isn't the end of the job; there's still plenty of work to do. The entire village only has a day or two to catch their breath. So even after the banquet, people were still coming in and out of the Wei family home. Grandma Wei had told the attendees to tell them that anyone wanting bricks should come to her, so they wouldn't have to go to Jin Zhaodi's house and complain about missing someone. After all, neither Jin Zhaodi nor her mother could read, and Wang Huzi was busy in the militia.
The villagers were so focused on the harvest that they knew much less about the gossip than Jin Zhaodi's mother. After the incident with Wei Layue in Yuezhong, no one knew what became of the Zhou family.
Seeing Zhou Liang go back to his room to recuperate, Wang Huzi's mother-in-law described the situation vividly: "It's retribution! The family that severed ties with our son-in-law is so stubborn they refuse to move out of the forest farm. The women just lie on the ground, and if anyone dares to pull them, they just throw themselves into the arms of the person who dares to pull them. It really makes it difficult for the comrades in the security department. What happened? The logging team from the forest farm poked a wild rat nest on the mountain, and many of the rats ran down the mountain. When other families heard about it, they quickly hid their food and daily necessities and blocked the rat holes all day long, for fear that their belongings would be destroyed by these thieves. But his family didn't know about this!"
"First, he's so unpopular that no one wants to remind us. Second, the whole family is so focused on the fight with the security department that no one pays any attention to the broadcast. And now, the rats leave nothing behind! All the money Old Zhou hid in his mud hole was dug out and eaten by the rats! He was smart, wrapping the wallet tightly with oil paper and even taking the trouble to hollow out a piece of wood to hide the oil paper, thinking that if it were to come out one day, no one would find it. And indeed, no one noticed. Those relatives who sucked his blood took advantage of the chaos to try to dig up his secrets, but they all failed - if people can't find it, the rats can!"
She laughed out loud, "I heard that the oil paper that Old Zhou used to wrap money was originally used to wrap peach cakes. This old guy has enjoyed a lot of blessings from his sons, but when his eldest son got into trouble, he just wiped his face and didn't recognize him. This is retribution!"
"The money was shattered, leaving only a few crumbs. Their family even went to the county People's Bank with the crumbs. What could the bank do with just those little crumbs? When the family came back crying, the forest farm had already taken the opportunity to help them move all their belongings outside the gate. This guy couldn't even get through the forest farm gate. This is really a mess. But this time they are fighting among themselves. Those filial nephews and nieces don't pretend anymore. Anyway, they are all going back to the village. Who doesn't have a few dilapidated houses? Why should they flatter these two old fools!"
Jin Zhaodi's mother smacked her lips and finally said, "When I saw them fighting over the family property, I felt that they were a real family. They were so different from our son-in-law."
Who is your son-in-law? Several women turned to look at her: "Are you still here to watch the fun?"
"Well, it was just a coincidence! I followed Zhaodi's father to Fangmaji to deliver bricks, and I happened to run into a fight between them. It was over a large red-painted wardrobe with four doors! The wardrobe originally belonged to the old couple, but his niece-in-law said her husband was arrested and imprisoned because of the old couple's instigation, so she had to pay him back for it."
Wei Layue paused as she copied the brick figure. After they got engaged, Zhou Liang had her choose the wood for this wardrobe, and then he'd personally crafted it piece by piece. He'd even taken a train to a department store in the provincial capital. She'd chopped up nearly all the furniture that day, but she couldn't bear to chop up this wardrobe.
"That wood is really good!" Jin Zhaodi's mother was still sighing, but Wei Layue suddenly remembered something else and turned to Lin Xinghuo: "Aunt, there's something I forgot to tell you."
Lin Xinghuo was writing and drawing on paper, estimating the output of her private plot and the valley. While she was writing numbers that no one else could understand, she was listening to what Aunt Jin was saying, thinking that the sable was becoming more and more proficient in its job, and she would have to reward it when she got back.
Hearing Wei Layue calling her, she put down her pen and asked what was going on. Ever since Wei Layue knew that Wei Chunfeng and her brother were helping Lin Xinghuo, she came over on her own and said that she also wanted to learn to do something from her aunt. This girl was both steady and courageous. She said directly to Lin Xinghuo: "Because of my father and two uncles, everyone took care of me when I was working in the production team. I was assigned light work and was counted as 10 points of full labor. From childhood to adulthood, there have been countless similar things. It was because of this that I married out. I didn't expect to come back after a long journey. When Zhou Liang gets better in the future, let him go to earn work points. I want to follow and help you, so that I can be at ease and my grandma can feel at ease."
Lin Xinghuo agreed immediately; she truly needed a sales assistant. Her business was growing, and she envisioned turning Buxiantun into a premium supply base: when times improved and the economy boomed, the villagers wouldn't have to worry about living in poverty or leaving their hometown to earn money. Buxiantun might be remote, but as long as everything it produced was top-notch, there was no need to worry about not making money. But before she could build a reputation and scale, she urgently needed a sales and coordination assistant, and Wei Layue was the perfect choice.
Furthermore, Monk Lin had an even greater ambition: when this land had enough spiritual plants and beasts, could it evolve into a sacred land? She had heard the caracal recount the ancient demon clan's creation of their lands, as the saying goes, "It's not the depth of the water that determines its magic, but the presence of a dragon." Even if the legendary beasts remained silent, their aura and spiritual energy could easily transform the area into a sacred land, producing countless natural treasures and becoming a treasured territories for the clan to thrive. Lin Xinghuo didn't have that kind of ability, but she felt that perhaps a change in energy could trigger a qualitative shift...
"Auntie, Zhou Liang wasn't the only one injured in this accident, and he was the most seriously injured. Besides him, over twenty other workers in different positions and locations were injured. You can see how serious this accident was!" Wei Layue pursed her lips. "After Zhou Liang was injured, many coworkers, both known and unknown, came to visit him, and that's how I found out the cause of the accident."
"Didn't they say that it was a flash flood caused by the previous heavy rain?" Jin Zhaodi's mother interrupted with shining eyes.
Aunt Huang, who had been leaning on the north kang with Grandma Wei with her eyes half closed, listening to their conversation, also looked over.
Wei Layue nodded: "It was a flash flood caused by heavy rain, but not entirely."
She took a scrap of paper, drew some hills on the back, circled a section, and said, "Here, here, there's a whole section of forest that's been cut down and not replanted. The forest farm is too big, and it's been there for too long. They were logging there when it was still a capitalist property. Many of the hills look okay from a distance, but up close, the trees are so sparse they don't look like a forest. But at least they've been replanted. But I never expected there were so many areas hidden away where no seedlings were replanted."
"When I first got married, I felt the environment there wasn't as good as our brigade's. Every spring, all that was blown down was dirt. Zhou Liang said at the time that this was caused by excessive logging. He even published an article in the internal publication analyzing the possible consequences of deforestation. I didn't expect the consequences to come so quickly: the mountains could no longer hold water. Just two days of heavy rain triggered a flash flood. And although this was only a single flash flood, the mountain streams become extremely muddy after every rain, and the water flows so fast that they can't stand. If this continues, then..."
Lin Xinghuo took the paper and said, "This year it's a flash flood, next year it could be a mudslide or landslide."
When Jin Zhaodi's mother heard this, she turned pale with fright. There were many villages around the forest farm, and the terrain was all below. If any part of the forest farm collapsed, a whole village of people would die.
"But this is a public matter, what can we do?" Zhao Di Niang was quite enthusiastic about participating.
There really wasn't a good solution, Wei Layue said, "When I heard about it, I went to see Zhou Liang and reported it to the forestry leader. His leader promised to send a clear account of the cause of the accident. The forestry is in a difficult position. Our Sanshi Forestry is actually a merger of several districts, and there's also a main factory overseeing it. Some districts refuse to replant or donate insufficient seedlings for the sake of efficiency, yet they're still the production champions of the main factory—but who knows who will bear the consequences. Zhou Liang is able to sit for a while now. He wants to write a manuscript about his personal experience and send it to the main factory. I hope it's of some use."
"I saw you had planted quite a few yew trees in your plot, and they were all still growing. I thought you might want to plant some more, so I wanted to talk to you about it." She said, "Call me when you're done, and I'll help you!"
"What is yew?" Aunt Jin asked again.
Lin Xinghuo had no choice but to explain: "It's red cedar." When Aunt Jin heard this, she exclaimed, this is a good wood, the orange-red heart inside can be used to make pigment.
"Is there any place in our brigade that has been dug out?" Wei Layue was a little nervous. She was afraid that Buxian Village would also destroy its own place like the forest farm.
This was the bald slope that the golden-ringed bees on the west mountain had discovered while searching for nectar. In order to avoid that area, the swarm of golden-ringed bees that had gone to the other side of the bald slope to collect nectar came back exhausted and lay down on the branches. This caught Lin Xinghuo's attention, and when he looked over there, he found that not only had all the trees been cut down, but the shrubs and weeds had also been burned.
"It's the Liangzigou Brigade on the other side of the West Mountain. They cut down the trees and divided them, then burned the remaining ones to make ash for the fields. I've already told the old branch secretary and the brigade leader about this, and we'll talk to them about it after the autumn."
The old branch secretary had originally planted the boundary marker, encompassing most of West Mountain. The remaining portion belonged to Liangzigou, which had migrated there later. The Liangzigou side was rife with ravines and gullies, making the terrain difficult to navigate. Neither the trees nor the wild fruits could match the abundance found in Buxiantun. Every year during the autumn harvest, the Liangzigou brigade would often criticize the other brigade.
"What they're doing in Liangzigou is truly dishonest!" Aunt Jin cursed. "How could they do that? We all live off the mountain, how dare they burn it down?"
Aunt Huang and Grandma Wei were also furious. Aunt Huang thought of her old village: "That's how the corpse plague started in Huangtun!"
She was angry that her son didn't tell her, otherwise she would have taken all the old women in the village who couldn't do heavy work to Liangzigou to curse in the streets.
Grandma Wei held her back and said, "Look at you. Dazhuang didn't dare tell you because he was afraid you would become like this!"
Lin Xinghuo also advised: "The captain is extremely angry. If the autumn harvest wasn't more important, we would have demanded an explanation long ago."
The caracal ran in from outside, and Lin Xinghuo caught it in his arms, while trying to divert Aunt Huang's attention: "Auntie, what does the Huangtun corpse plague have to do with the burning mountain?"
Aunt Huang told everyone the story that happened decades ago.
Huangtun was originally poor. Unlike villages like Bushantun, which nestled against the mountains, it was situated right on the mountain, nestled against a deep forest. The people of Huangtun could be considered true mountain dwellers. Mountain dwellers, regardless of north or south, often face extreme poverty and hardship. Huangtun wasn't a village long ago. Originally, it was a refuge for those fleeing war. Later, the villagers earned a living by trading mountain delicacies, building houses and raising children. Gradually, the village grew into a community, living peacefully for over thirty years.
But just 25 years ago, after the land reform, a villager found a golden bead on Liangshan Mountain. That's where things started to go wrong.
Aunt Huang gestured, "That mountain isn't high, but the snow is very thick. People nearby call it 'Wangliang Mountain', or 'Huangliang Mountain'. Listen to the names – ghosts and goblins, and yellow millet dreams – how can it be a good place? But if you really ask around, no one knows what happened on that mountain. Anyway, ever since I was a kid, my parents told us not to go near that mountain. If any of us brothers and sisters went too far in that direction, we would be burned with fire sticks."
It wasn't just one person who was picking up the gold beads. A group of mountain dwellers, gathering mountain delicacies, were passing through Liangshan. One of them had sprained his ankle and couldn't walk any further, insisting he rest. He refused to listen, even telling everyone else to leave because they were afraid, saying he'd need to rest even if a tiger came. While picking mushrooms, the group got into an argument, and the others immediately headed down. The man rested under a tree, peeling off the bark to vent his anger.
The people who were leaving didn't dare to abandon him, they just wanted to stay away. But before they had gone far, they heard the man with the sprained ankle scream. They hurriedly turned around to look, but they didn't see the tiger. But the man was holding something shiny in his hand, which he had just taken out of his mouth - it was gold!
The mountain dweller who found the gold bead cried out, saying it had fallen from the bark of a tree. They even toppled the tree, but still couldn't find any more gold. But everyone, including the villagers of Huangtun, was excited. The bead had a mark on it, and the tree was quite old. There was a well-worn cut where the bead was hidden, as if it had been struck by an axe many years ago. This led to a possible theory: perhaps a wealthy family in the old days had hidden treasure in this mountain, which is why the tree was cut down. How much gold and silver would that have to have been to drop a fingertip-sized gold bead?
In the minds of the mountain people, Wangliangshan instantly became a mountain of gold and silver. Many people swore that Wangliangshan's scary reputation was spread by the people who hid the treasure, otherwise why could they not find anything scary when they really investigated.
"Huang Zhixin eloped with the actor first. Otherwise, if he knew, he would definitely be the first to come up with the sinister idea of 'burning the mountain'!" Aunt Huang said with disdain when she mentioned her ex-husband.
"Everyone was going crazy back then, simply because they were terrified of poverty. So many people had gone to Liangshan without finding any gold, so the influential people in the village decided to burn the mountain down. There were still some who disagreed, but they couldn't get over the majority. So they chose a calm day and set the mountain ablaze."
Aunt Huang's eyes were filled with complex emotions. "The snow on that mountain is incredibly thick. They said they were burning the mountain, but they only exposed the lower few dozen meters. They didn't find any gold, and a lot of bodies were revealed where the snow melted!"
"Judging from the style of their clothes, they must have been killed years ago. They were all killed, men, women, and children! Some had their necks slashed, some were stoned... It looked like several gangs worked together. The strangest thing is, apart from the fatal wounds, there were no signs of resistance or struggle. The people in the village were so scared that if one person ran, everyone would follow."
"If they had just lit a fire and burned it right there, perhaps the tragedy that followed wouldn't have happened." Aunt Huang sighed. "For a while after that, no one dared go up that mountain. But gradually, people started coming down with persistent high fevers, diarrhea, and vomiting blood... It alarmed the township, and later the county took the matter very seriously, arranging for a good doctor to come to the village to treat the illness. When the doctor and the militia investigated, they discovered that corpse water mixed with snowwater was flowing down from Liangshan, polluting a stream in Huangtun."
"Anyway, everyone who drank from that stream died, and there was no time to save them. Because of this, no one dared to live there anymore, and Huangtun Village was destroyed, and the remaining households were dispersed and divided up." Aunt Huang finally said, "Burning the mountain! The mountain people's ancestral rule has been to respect the mountain. For a golden bead, everyone forgot that and dared to burn the mountain. Whatever retribution they have, they deserve."
Lin Xinghuo was listening intently. An idea flashed through her mind and she was trying hard to grasp it.
Aunt Jin swallowed her saliva: "What about those corpses? What happened to them? They are still lying there? Didn't you say they had been dead for many years? How, how could they still be causing trouble?" I'm afraid it's the revenge of wronged souls.
Jin Zhaodi's mother's movements of rubbing against Lin Xinghuo were particularly obvious, so Grandma Wei quickly asked her to speak in a lower voice, as there were outsiders in the village, and it would be disastrous if others heard such feudal and superstitious words.
"No!" Aunt Huang comforted her. "People from the county said those people must have been dead for hundreds of years. It was only because they were frozen in the snow that they didn't turn into bones. Once exposed, they quickly rotted, and that's why the corpse plague spread. Don't be afraid. The rumors in Huangtun are scary. In fact, many people are fine. The ones who got hurt are those who drank the water from that stream."
But what Aunt Huang didn't mention was that those who advocated burning the mountain were all powerful families in the village. Most of these people built their homes in easy-to-access water areas, right next to the stream. Therefore, most of them died in the plague, while those who were squeezed into the corners and had to fetch water from the other large river were mostly fine. Aunt Jin couldn't say there wasn't retribution involved.
"Dead for hundreds of years?" Lin Xinghuo held the caracal's flailing claws in his hand and confirmed with Aunt Jin.
"Yes, the police have come to see it." She sighed, "It must be a small village. The police said it was probably wiped out by bandits. It's so pitiful, buried under the snow for so many years."
"What about the gold beads?" Wei Layue felt something was wrong: "Is this village very rich?"
Zhao Di's eyes became brighter again.
Aunt Huang laughed and said, "Poor, even poorer than Huangtun. Forget gold, they don't even have any property. It's like they were driven to the mountains from somewhere else. The police officers who were inspecting the village were all puzzled. They said it was such a small and poor village, why would the bandits kill them? Maybe the bandits are really rich, otherwise they wouldn't have left a gold bead there."
"But that happened over a hundred years ago. It will be over after the village is relocated and reorganized."
Lin Xinghuo suddenly asked, "Auntie, has there been an avalanche over there?"
Aunt Huang shook her head. "Not really. The mountains surrounding Huangtun aren't high or too big, so even a sliding snowfall wouldn't bury the village. But outside this circle of slopes, it's not necessarily the same. The snow caps on Liangshan Mountain and the nearby Hengliang Mountain are so thick, it's all due to snow rolling down from the higher mountains. Wherever there are steep mountains and dense vegetation, avalanches are common, but in uninhabited areas, they're not a big deal."
Indeed, avalanches are common in areas with thick snow in mountainous areas. This is mostly because the snow is too thick and the mountain walls can no longer hold on, so the snow naturally rolls down.
So, after all this time, Lin Xinghuo still couldn't find the Jin family's ancestral tomb where the heart of the Black Fox was found. There were simply too many suspect locations, even every peak in the Buxian Mountains could be a possible location.
But today, Lin Xinghuo felt that he might have found it.
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