Since ancient times, Changbai Mountain has been respected by the people as a "mountain with gods" and worshipped piously. In the fifth year of Qianlong, the Qing court sealed it as the land of Cunrui Ningxiang and ancestors Longxing, and issued a mountain closure order, strictly prohibiting the surrounding mountain people from entering privately. Anyone who dared to violate it would be beheaded on the spot. Although the punishment was severe, there were still people who risked losing their heads to sneak in.

That evening, the Mountain Toad, who lived in Heifengtun, came into Old Gui Song's house and whispered that he wanted to go into the mountain. Old Gui Song was speechless. He grabbed his chopsticks and knocked on head of the Mountain Toad. The meaning is very clear, the officers and soldiers are on tight guard, even if you want to get rich again, you have to die!

As the saying goes, people die for money, and birds die for food. The only thing that can make those who enter Changbai Mountain lose their lives is ginseng. Even if you go into the mountains a thousand times, as long as you can pick a thousand-year-old ginseng, you will have no worries about eating and drinking for the rest of your life. Who would have thought, the mountain toad shook his head with a sad face and knelt down: "Brother Song, I haven't lived enough, and I also care about my brain, but your brother and sister's life is coming, I have to save her. You are the head of the ginseng, please help me."

The mountain toad did not lie, his wife was indeed seriously ill, and his time was running out. After checking his pulse, Lang Zhong claimed that he only needed to take half-moon ginseng soup in a row to get rid of the disease immediately. At present, only Song Shouren, nicknamed "Old Ghost Song" and whose ancestors have been ginseng collectors for generations, is familiar with the way to find ginseng. Seeing a big man kneeling on the ground, crying bitterly, Old Ghost Song raised his neck and drank the wine in the bowl: "Life is at stake, then I will accompany you for a walk. Go, call Shangfeng Datou and your cousin Shovel, and enter the mountain at the end of the night tonight!"

Shovel and Feng Datou lived in Hei Fengtun together, and they were both masters who wanted to participate and not die. That night, a group of four people changed into night clothes, bypassed the mountain guards and went into the deep mountain old forest. But what Old Gui Song didn't expect was that the next day at dusk, the mountain toad who was looking for ginseng to save his life died. He died in a sinkhole more than ten feet deep on the Badger Ridge, his head plunged into the crack of the rock, his butt turned to the sky, and his body was covered in blood. The first to find him was Feng Datou. Hearing Feng Datou's trembling and shouting, Old Gui Song and Shovel also came quickly from both sides.

It could be seen that the mountain toad stepped into the air from the hillside on the south side of Badger Ridge and fell straight into the stony sinkhole. Although in the dangerous primitive forest, black bears, hungry wolves, poisonous snakes, miasma, and even a poisonous weed might kill people, no one expected that a deep pit hidden in the weeds would kill him.

Among the four, the shovel and the mountain toad were cousins, and they had a close relationship. He suddenly knocked Feng Da's head off and jumped into the sinkhole. Old Gui Song was quick-eyed and grabbed the back of his neck collar and scolded, "Nonsense! Do you want to die too?"

"Let go of me, Mountain Toad is my cousin, I want to carry him up!" cried the shovel. Old Ghost Song knocked him unconscious and dragged him away from the steep and slippery cliff. To this move, Feng Datou, who had always been slow to react, couldn't help but be stunned, and asked with a stunned eyebrow, "Song, why did you hit so hard?"

"Shut up!"  Old Ghost Song snorted. "You are all my brothers." I brought you into the mountains.

Before he finished, Feng Datou shouted at the sinkhole, "Look, what's on the neck of the mountain toad?"

Old Gui Song gazed intently and couldn't help blurting out, "It's ginseng, wrinkled blood ginseng!"

Back then, the raw ginseng was called "human micro", the three to five-year-old was called "human title", the ten-year-old was called "ghost cover", and the hundred-year-old was called yellow ginseng. The older ones were called earth spirits, goblins, and divine grass, which could be called treasures. The tree that grew on the neck of the mountain toad had grown for eight hundred years, at least. Hearing the name of the baby called out by the old ghost of Song, Feng Datou spat into the palm of his hand and was about to jump down, but he felt the wind in the back of his head and the chill was overwhelming.

It was a shovel. The shovel slowly woke up, and the self-defense ghost head knife was placed on Feng Datou's neck. Feng Datou was so frightened that he trembled and shouted, "Are you crazy? Be careful to miss, take it away!"

"The ginseng was found by my cousin, and no one wants to be greedy." The shovel gritted his teeth and sent a ruthless look. Feng Datou "hehe" smirked and replied: "I didn't want to be greedy, I wanted to help you get it. Song Toutiao, please persuade him. Old Ghost Song didn't seem to hear his plea, frowned and said to himself, "Something's wrong, how can there be wrinkled blood ginseng in Badger Ridge? Has anyone been here?"

Feng Datou was confused: "Who is it? Where is it?"

"Dead man!"

Old Gui Song paused for a moment, and then told a scalp-tingling fact: as early as the beginning of the Northern Song Dynasty, the Jurchen tribe that occupied Changbai Mountain was still weak and unable to fight against the Great Song. In order to protect themselves, they had to pay tribute to the imperial court every year, and the most valuable of them was the Millennium Mountain Ginseng. The Millennium Mountain Ginseng was priceless and extremely hard to find, so they used artificial breeding.

Having said this, Old Gui Song stared at Feng Datou and asked coldly, "Do you know how to raise it?Without waiting for Feng Datou to answer, Old Gui Song continued to say word by word, "Raise it by humans. Cut off people's necks, sprinkle them with ginseng seeds, use flesh and blood as soil, and be guided by the seven meridians and eight veins of the human body. This mountain ginseng has all four limbs and many wrinkles like human faces. If you don't believe me, go down and have a look. If it sticks to your neck and sucks your blood dry, don't blame me for not telling you!"

When Feng Datou heard this, his face changed greatly on the spot, and he hid far away. Shovel looked at Old Ghost Song and asked, "What about my cousin?"

Old Gui Song turned his head to look at the setting sun, sighed and replied, "To be honest, this is the first time I've seen this kind of ginseng, and I dare not act rashly. My grandfather once mentioned to me that wrinkled blood ginseng is the most yin thing. To dig it, it's best to wait until the sun shines directly at noon tomorrow. At that time, just cut off all the roots and eliminate its hostility."

In the blink of an eye, the sky turned dark. The three of them each took out felt and dry food from their backpacks and ate a few mouthfuls. No one said a word, and they all fell asleep.

"Song head, there is a wolf!" He shouted a few times, but he didn't hear an answer. Feng Datou looked around, only to find that the old ghost Song was gone, and the shovel was gone.

At this moment, by the sinkhole where the mountain toad stumbled and fell, Old Ghost Song and the shovel stood facing each other. The eyes of the two were colder than the moonlight in the autumn night in the sky.

During the confrontation, the shovel was the first to speak: "It's midnight, what are you doing here?"

"Wrinkled-faced blood ginseng has spiritual energy, I want to see if it escapes..."

"Oh, it's pure nonsense." The shovel interrupted Old Ghost Song forcefully, "The corpse-raising ginseng is just a legend, and only a brainless fool like Feng Datou would believe your nonsense. Badger Ridge is inaccessible, and we haven't met a ghost for a day and a night, let alone anyone. No one, where did the corpse come from?" After saying that, the shovel swung the ghost-headed knife and hacked Old Ghost Song. Old Ghost Song flashed sideways and shouted, 'Stop, this is divine grass, and it's priceless. The big deal is that we take it and divide it equally."

"Think beautifully. The blood ginseng was found by my cousin, and with it, I can save my cousin's life." The shovel attacked more and more urgently, and the blade was horizontal, sweeping the belly of the old ghost Song. The old ghost Song swayed and fell to the ground. The shovel walked forward and kicked him hard: "One ginseng, hundreds of thousands. The old thing still wants to share it with me, hum, be your spring and autumn dream!"

"Shovel, are you happy too early?Suddenly, a smug sneer came from behind.

It was Feng Datou. In fact, lying on the bearskin felt that, although his snoring was loud, he didn't fall asleep at all, and all he could think about was wrinkled blood ginseng. When he saw Old Ghost Song quietly get up and touch the cliff, he was about to follow, but when he saw that the shovel was awake, he sneakily chased after him.

The show is about to start! Feng Datou hid in the shadows and kept saying: Fight, fight, wait for you to lose both, I will come forward to clean up the mess, and the wrinkled blood ginseng will belong to me! Seeing that the shovel hurt the killer and mercilessly solved the old ghost Song who wanted to monopolize the blood ginseng, Feng Datou also quickly flashed out and put the sharp knife on the neck of the shovel: "Old ghost Song is scheming, secretly trying to eat alone; your kid has a darker heart, and actually killed him. However, you can go to the Netherworld to meet your cousin soon. I pushed him down."

When Shovel heard this, he said in disbelief, "Why did you kill him?"

Feng Datou was too lazy to talk nonsense and was about to start, but he saw Old Ghost Song jump up like a ghost and kick Feng Datou's lower abdomen. Feng Datou stood unsteadily, "bang", and hit a hard rock on his forehead. Before he died, a thought flashed through his mind.

It was a trap set by Old Ghost Song and the shovel!

Feng Datou guessed right. Yesterday, the four of them stood under Badger Ridge and decided to split up in order to expand their search area. As they walked, Feng Datou, who was not far from the mountain toad, heard the mountain toad's surprise shout: "It's a thousand-year-old mountain ginseng!" Feng Datou was greedy, so he secretly touched the sinkhole and shoved him from behind. Thinking that the mountain toad's cry might attract Old Ghost Song and the shovel, Feng Datou did not dare to go down to get the ginseng.

The reason was very simple. If it was a slip, it would definitely struggle during the fall, so how could it plunge its head down into the rock crevice? And the murderer, most likely, was Feng Datou, who was closest to him and had always pretended to be stupid.

At this point, the mountain toad was dead,was Feng Datou, so it was time for the remaining two to divide the blood ginseng equally. Who thought, the shovel smiled ferociously and swung the ghost-headed knife again. Old Song's movements were not slow, and with a lift of his arm, the short crossbow hidden in the sleeve broke out of the air.

Just as they screamed and fell to the ground, a person stood up staggering.

It was not Feng Datou, but the Mountain Toad. At the moment Feng Datou pushed him down the sinkhole, he suddenly realized that in front of the treasure, what were friends and brothers? Whoever held this mountain ginseng would be killed.

Climbing up the sinkhole and looking at the corpses of Old Ghost Song, Feng Datou, and cousin Shovel, Mountain Toad lamented bitterly, "Old Ghost Song said that in this deep mountain, black bears, hungry wolves, poisonous snakes, miasma, and even a poisonous weed can kill people. Alas, I have to add one more thing now, greed."