forest developer

Chapter 7 Inheritance of the Ancestral God

Ling Zikai hesitated, he didn't know how to choose.

Looking at Du Juan's expression, apart from eager anticipation, there was no malice.

He didn't know what kind of motive the other party had. Was it really just to follow the ancestor's last words and find a guardian's inheritance?Or do you want to use this as an excuse to find a substitute for that huge debt?Make yourself responsible for paying off your debts?
Ling Zikai was puzzled, indecision was not in his character, as long as he decided in his heart, even if there was an abyss ahead, he would jump into it.

"Okay, I can swear it!"

Ling Zikai gritted his teeth and agreed. He really wasn't afraid of the other party's conspiracy, so he just took it as an adventurous journey, and it might be full of incomparable excitement!

After Ling Zikai vowed to the mountain that he would guard the mountain forever, Du Juan's expression finally relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted.Looking at Ling Zikai's eyes are full of kindness:
"The inheritance from the ancestors is very simple, as long as you memorize this incantation, as for how to use it, it all depends on your own understanding. I only heard people from the older generation say that as the messenger of the ancestor god, you have nothing to do." unable!"

Immediately, Du Juan began to teach a cryptic language.Maybe it's because of the energy of the ancestor gods. Ling Zikai felt that his memory was several times stronger. Although he couldn't comprehend the meaning of those spells, after Du Juan said them, they were deeply imprinted in his mind, and he would never Disappeared.

After memorizing all the incantations, Ling Zikai closed his eyes, trying to comprehend the meaning of the incantations.

At this moment, he found strangely that the image of the forest appeared in his mind, and the towering birch tree king was blowing by the mountain wind, laughing.Du Juan was beside him, looking at him with a complicated expression.And he was sitting cross-legged, closing his eyes and feeling.

Ling Zikai suddenly thought that his soul must be out of body!
As his consciousness began to extend outward, he saw the six wooden houses at the foot of the mountain, the birch forest where his father was buried, and even the tiny patterns on the spirit streamer floating in the wind on his father's grave could be clearly seen sensed.

The consciousness turned in a different direction, followed the ridge to the top of the mountain, then crossed the ridge, and came to a gentle slope. I saw a strange building on the slope, so I leaned over it curiously.

It turned out that it was a very simple conical house built with more than a dozen four-meter-long wooden poles and birch bark.There is a shotgun on the edge of the room, and a few leather bags.There were also some chests made of birch bark.There are also daily necessities such as tableware and chopsticks on the box.

An old man in his 70s is lighting a fire and cooking.Seeing that he has a long white beard and is wearing a royal blue robe, he should be a resident of an ethnic minority.

Beside the old man lay a hound.

The old man seemed to sense that someone was peeping at him, so he turned his head and looked over. He was very vigilant. Could it be a forest ranger hired by the forest farm.

Ling Zikai was afraid that the other party would find him, so he quickly withdrew his consciousness and turned to the other side.

Just at this moment, he saw three figures coming out of a mountain depression and entering a dense forest, moving furtively. The picture gradually blurred and then disappeared.

Ling Zikai opened his eyes and rubbed his swollen temples, feeling a little tired.

Du Juan asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Ling Zikai shook his head and said, "Are there still workers employed in the forest farm?"

Du Juan didn't know why Ling Zikai suddenly asked this question: "Now is not the season for planting saplings, and the only one there is Uncle Boer, who is looking at the mountains. He is my cousin, a stubborn and enthusiastic kind old man."

"Then there are still people in the forest farm?"

"It's August now, which happens to be the season for digging ginseng in the mountains. There will be ginseng collectors on some mountains. But we are a private forest farm, and no one will show up."

Du Juan seemed to have guessed what Ling Zikai meant, and said with a smile, "Are you worried that no one will come to rescue you when you encounter some danger on the mountain! It's okay, this is not an old forest deep in the mountains, what danger can arise!"

"That's not what I meant! I felt like a few people appeared in the woods just now?"

Du Juan looked around, but found nothing, and looked at him puzzled.

Of course Ling Zikai would not explain that his consciousness could see the entire mountain forest clearly, so he pointed to a col in the distance and said, "I'm not talking about here! It's over there."

Du Juan followed his finger and looked at the valley, just about to say, how can you see people in such a far place.Remembering that Ling Zikai is an omnipotent shaman now, there must be some unknown way to know that someone appears over there.

Suddenly remembered something, and cursed:

"Damn it, there is a forest of ginseng planted in that place, someone must have stolen in and dug ginseng!"

Ling Zikai didn't know what the undergrowth ginseng that Du Juan said earlier meant, but he heard the word ginseng clearly, and couldn't help but said anxiously: "Then let's hurry over there!"

Du Juan was also a little anxious, and said, "I'll go and inform Uncle Boer, you can just stay here."

Ling Zikai just wanted to say that he would go with her, but saw that the other party had disappeared into the woods, so he had to find the direction and chase after her alone.

Ling Zikai really didn't have much experience in mountain climbing, especially in such a dense forest.Before he had gone far, he realized that he was lost, turned around, and returned to the original place.

"Damn, I can't even recognize the direction, and I'm talking about the guardian of the mountain!"

Ling Zikai scolded in his heart, recalling the direction he had determined earlier in his mind.At this moment, a small path appeared in his mind, and the target was facing the three mountain depressions where the ginseng was secretly dug.

Ling Zikai let out a sigh, and walked in the directed direction regardless of how such a picture appeared in his mind.

After walking for a while, he found that if he followed the route in his mind, not only would he not get lost, but he would be able to avoid it in advance no matter if there was an impassable bush or a steep cliff in front of him.Not only saves effort, but also speeds up the progress.

Ling Zikai secretly marveled at the supernatural power that appeared in his mind.

In less than twenty minutes, he climbed over a mountain ridge and entered the valley where the ginseng was planted under the forest. He could faintly hear the conversation of the three people coming from the forest.

Ling Zikai's heart was lifted, he quickened his pace, and rushed into the forest.

Sure enough, I saw three people looking for traces of ginseng in the woods.One of them was digging the soil with a small flat pickaxe, apparently found a ginseng plant and was digging it up.

"Stop!" Ling Zikai shouted loudly.

The three of them were men in their early thirties, much taller than Ling Zikai, and they were slightly taken aback when they heard his shout.After seeing clearly that Ling Zikai was only in his early twenties, with a slender figure and an unfamiliar face, instead of being afraid, he said to him with a smile:

"Where did this idiot come from?"

"Looking at him like that, I'm afraid he hasn't even grown all his hair!"

"Don't you know that this is a private tree farm? How can you come here to dig ginseng!" Ling Zikai said angrily.

"I know, this used to be a forest farm contracted by that southern guy named Ling Feng, but now the southern guy has died in a car accident, and now no one will take care of it!"

"Who said this forest farm is left unattended? I am Ling Feng's son, and now I have taken over the management of the forest farm. You guys should leave quickly!"

The three of them looked at each other and said, "Didn't Ling Feng only have one daughter, when did he have a son again?"

"Couldn't this kid be the wild man that Du Juan is looking for?"

"An Lu, you bastard, if you dare to talk nonsense, see if I don't tear your mouth open!"

There was a voice in the woods, and Du Juan was running into the woods panting. When he saw Ling Zikai standing not far away, he couldn't help being stunned. He didn't expect him to arrive earlier than himself.

Among the three, Du Juan recognized a skinny man from the town, but the other two didn't know each other, obviously they were friends that the skinny man met outside, so he couldn't help scolding:
"An Lu, you are a foodie who dares to attract outsiders to secretly dig ginseng here! You immediately put down the ginseng you dug and leave here, otherwise, I will call the police immediately and let the forest police arrest you!"

A skinny man named An Lu became a little timid when he saw Du Juan coming, but he still said with a strong mouth: "Du Juan, you owe me 6 yuan the year before last, so what if I dig some ginseng? Pay me back now!"

"Didn't I only owe you 5 yuan, how did it become [-] yuan?"

"There is still interest. I borrowed it for more than a year, and it will cost more than 1 interest."

Du Juan gritted his teeth: "Okay, [-] is [-], and I'll take you home later!"

"No, I want you to give it to me now!"

"An Lu, who would go up the mountain with 6 yuan if he has nothing to do! Don't play tricks, believe it or not, I'll go back and tell Mayor Wu Dashan."

Hearing Du Juan mentioned Wu Dashan, An Lu seemed a little apprehensive, and said unwillingly, "Okay, I'll wait at home!"

As he spoke, he winked at the two accomplices, raised his legs and prepared to leave.

"Wait, leave the ginseng you dug up!" Ling Zikai went up to block the way of the three of them.

"Damn it, get the hell out of here!"

An Lu was sullen and had nowhere to vent his anger. Seeing Ling Zikai standing in front of him, he picked up the small pickaxe in his hand and hit him on the head.

Ling Zikai lowered his head and dodged the small pick, grabbed the opponent's wrist with his backhand, and swung it out forcefully.An Lu only felt a strong force pushing him, and he flew out involuntarily, fell heavily three meters away, and cried out in pain: "Oh, I killed someone!"

Ling Zikai looked at An Lu who suddenly flew out in the air, and couldn't help being a little dazed. He subconsciously looked at his arm, not knowing how the other party fell out.

(End of this chapter)