I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

At night, the bright moonlight and the wind shone down, making the dark and deep cave entrance even more terrifying.

Luo Qianhuai had no idea of ​​adventure at all. She grasped the dry rattan tightly, slowly moved to the side of the hole, sat down slowly, and sighed heavily.

On such a cold night, if you can stay in a warm and comfortable medicine shop, even if you can't sleep, it will be very comfortable to light a candle and write a section of "Materia Medica".

Just because she was involved in this inconsistent system, she had to tie her head to her belt and put life and death aside at any time.

Luo Qianhuai cursed, but he was no match for his biological clock, and his reaction became slower and slower. He curled up tightly in his mink fur cloak and was about to fall asleep before he saw it.

A huge black shadow suddenly flew up from the cliff, aimed at her and swooped down. Its spread wings were more than four feet wide, and its claws under its belly were as strong as hooks. It was a black-winged goshawk, a specialty of the Qinling Mountains.

At this point in time, Luo Qianhuai was not happy to see the national second-level protected animal in his previous life.

She rolled around trying to avoid its attack, but accidentally bumped into the black hole the size of a pot lid before.

The stone slabs around the cave were extremely loose for some reason, and they fell off after she bumped into them. Luo Qianhuai fell straight in without almost any resistance.

The cave was empty, with no place to stay.

As he fell on his back, Luo Qianhuai's pupils shrank sharply, and he didn't even have time to shout out.

But in a blink of an eye, she fell into a pile of thick and soft things, dust covering her head and face.

Apart from the shock, the person was not injured at all.

What a blessing. Luo Qianhuai got up and looked around carefully.

The moonlight shone in from the hole more than two meters high, where she had just crashed into. If it were higher, or if there were sharp rocks next to her below the cave, then the system would be able to select a new host as expected.

Although the moonlight shining in was weak, Luo Qianhuai could already clearly see the soft thing that had just caught her.

It was several thick felt blankets stacked together. They don't know how long they have been stored here. The bright patterns on them have long been dimmed, and they can be scattered into pieces with just a slight tug.

So there were people living in this cave? In other words, there should be a road leading to the outside. Otherwise, where would the wind coming from inside the cave come from?

Luo Qianhuai had just fallen down and was no longer sleepy. It was precisely because of her sobriety that she remembered that she had a good thing with her, which she could use just now.

She took out a pocket from her waist, fumbled around for a while, took out a small bamboo tube, unscrewed the lid, put it to her lips, and blew hard.

The dark red fire light lit up in the darkness.

Huozhezi is indeed an ancient technological addition, and it is an essential tool to resist the harm of bad systems.

By the light of the fire, she discovered that the place she was now was just a corner of the cave. There was nothing in this place except for those carpets, but there seemed to be some faint shadows ahead.

Holding the fire fold, she moved forward carefully step by step, and soon came to an open and flat place.

This place seemed to have been used as a study room. There was a desk placed on the stone table. There was nothing on it except a thick layer of dust.

On the shelf beside the desk, there are more than a dozen scrolls of bamboo slips.

These bamboo slips must be very popular with their owners, which can be seen from the satin covers on the outside. It's a pity that no matter how good the brocade is, it can't stand the test of time. As soon as Luo Qianhuai touched one of the scrolls, the bamboo slips fell apart one by one. It turned out that even the hemp rope worn inside was also rotten.

Luo Qianhuai picked up a bamboo slip. The notches on it were clearly distinguishable, but the font was a large seal script with extremely complicated strokes. She couldn't understand its meaning at all.

She thought for a moment, tore a strip of cloth from under her skirt, tied up the scattered bamboo slips, held them in her hands, and continued exploring.

Walking further outside, I saw a two-meter-square pool. To be precise, it was an ice pool.

Thin ice lines snaked down from the top of the stone wall, merged into the pool, and froze together.

Luo Qianhuai crossed the pool and continued walking outside. Suddenly, his peripheral vision swept across a corner of the wall. He was shocked and walked slowly over.

A withered skeleton was sitting there cross-legged. Judging from the size and shape of the skeleton, it should be that of an adult man. A piece of sapphire sign fell to the ground, and a black rope end was still visible at the hole.

It seems that over time, the tether was weathered, and the sign originally tied around the neck fell off.

Luo Qianhuai had seen a lot of corpses in his previous life, whether it was an anatomy teacher or a lot of human skeleton models, but he did not feel afraid because of this.

Her eyes fell on the side of the withered bones. Unlike other places, the ground there was not made of stone, but a layer of soil of about ten square meters moved from somewhere.

The soil layer connected to the pool seemed to be frozen at the moment, and no life could be seen. A dead branch without leaves or flowers was stuck in it, looking very much like a long-dead plant.

Luo Qianhuai's heart jumped loudly. In her previous life, she had seen ginseng in winter. It took off its leaves and fell into hibernation. It looked like this inconspicuous appearance.

By this time, she already understood what the system's reward was.

Today she is wearing a crimson jacket. She pulled out a red thread from the surface of the jacket, and with an almost pious expression, tied it to the dead branch, and then found a rusty bronze shovel nearby, bit by bit. Dig up the surrounding soil.

In order to keep the ginseng as intact as possible, this work was carried out for a long time. The final product is about 800 grams, with the ginseng and whiskers nearly two meters long, and is in excellent condition.

If it were placed in the previous life, this kind of ginseng king would have fetched at least tens of millions of dollars, and would have been treasured and stored away for use in critical moments.

But due to current constraints, Luo Qianhuai casually rolled up this rare 300-year-old ginseng root, wrapped it several times with the torn off skirt, and held it in his hand like the rolled bamboo slip.

In addition to ginseng, Luo Qianhuai also found a palm-sized sandalwood box in a corner of the soil.

The box was unlocked and could be opened easily. It contained some black particles smaller than sesame seeds, shaped like kidneys but less than a millimeter long, much like the seeds of some plant.

Luo Qianhuai gently picked up a few seeds and wanted to carefully identify them, but saw that the seeds turned into ashes as soon as they came out of the jade box.

Yes, what kind of seeds can survive for so many years? Luo Qianhuai put down the box, carried the bamboo slips and ginseng, and walked out.

Outside the stone chamber is a narrow path that slopes downward. It seems to be a natural formation. The top is so high that it does not reach the top, and there is no sign of any axe. There is still wind coming from the front, which is more obvious than inside the stone chamber.

She didn't know how long she had been walking, but when she felt exhausted, a wide space that could accommodate a thousand people suddenly appeared in front of her.

This is a huge cave. In the faint light of the fire, Luo Qianhuai could vaguely see the layers of stalactites above.

They seemed to come alive at the moment Huozhezi flashed.