Mo and I held one end of the Zigu Teng, while my Uncle held the other.
He took out a small, sharp knife that had been perfumed and stained with chicken blood, and slashed forcefully at the purple vine.
With a "hisss," the skin of the purple vine was peeled back, and a purple, fragrant liquid began to flow out.
This purple liquid was a bone-growing treasure medicine.
Even a small amount could help a patient with a broken bone recover quickly.
On the market, this liquid was sold by the gram and was extremely expensive.
But at this moment, we paid it no mind.
Under my Uncle's direction, we focused on him extracting the core from the Zigu Teng.
My Uncle's hands were swift.
With a few "swish, swish, swish" sounds, he pulled out a half-meter long Zigu Teng core from within the vine.
This thing was as thick as the tip of a chopstick.
It was purple all over, like purple jade.
Most importantly, this thing was very tough and strong.
It was like an iron whip.
My Uncle held it in his hand, looking at it with satisfaction:
"Good, good. You two pack up these things; you might need them later.
I'll boil this Zigu Teng core to remove its inherent vitality.
You shouldn't come in, lest you disturb me."
"Alright, Uncle!"
I replied.
Mo also nodded and gave an "mm."
My Uncle then took the herbs we had prepared, the yellow chicken blood, and went to the kitchen.
He began to add the herbs step-by-step to boil the medicinal soup...
Looking at my Uncle's back as he made the medicine in the room.
In a daze, I was reminded of my Master.
I remembered how Master used to boil ghostly medicine for me in the inner room, telling me not to eat anything.
I had been puzzled then, but now, looking back.
It had all happened a year ago.
Master had also left me...
Although I could see him in my dreams, we were separated by life and death, on different paths.
I sighed slightly, a trace of sadness lingering.
Seeing me like this, Mo asked:
"Old Qin, what's wrong? Why the long face?"
Hearing Mo speak, I forced a smile and shook my head:
"It's nothing. Seeing Uncle reminded me of Master boiling medicine for me back then."
Mo patted my shoulder:
"Although Uncle is gone, isn't he doing well down there?
He's still guarding the gate down there, and we'll all see him when we go down.
Besides, Uncle can still appear in your dreams.
You're already luckier than many..."
Mo wasn't very good at comforting people.
But what he said was true; I was indeed luckier than many.
For many people, once their loved ones are gone, they truly never have a chance to see them again.
They might not even appear in dreams.
Let alone have any brief contact...
My heart felt a little lighter.
Then I heard the "patta patta" licking sounds nearby.
I turned to see Xiao Mei now lying on the wooden table.
Stretching out her long tongue, she was licking the purple liquid on the table.
"Damn, Xiao Mei, what are you doing?"
Xiao Mei's licking made my heart jump into my throat.
Mo also trembled all over.
This, this posture and long tongue, plus Xiao Mei being a fox spirit with such a distinct facial structure...
Xiao Mei seemed unfazed:
"This medicinal liquid is too fragrant, I couldn't help myself..."
As she spoke, she licked a few more times with "swish, swish, swish."
The entire table was licked clean by her.
All this Zigu Teng medicinal liquid, the fox spirit ate it all.
Was this little vixen lacking calcium?
Wasn't she afraid of developing bone spurs...
But it was good that she ate it; we were too lazy to collect it anyway.
We just packed up the remaining Zigu Teng, wrapped it, and sealed it with talismans.
This thing was too precious.
It could also accumulate yin lifespan, and perhaps in the future, for any unforeseen circumstances, it would provide a double guarantee.
We waited in the living room for more than ten minutes, and Uncle came out from the inner room.
He was holding a bowl of purple medicinal soup.
There was a trace of blood under his nostrils...
Seeing this, I was startled.
"Master, your nose is bleeding?"
Mo asked.
Uncle instinctively touched his face:
"Oh, too much heat! A small problem.
Little Qin, drink the medicinal soup."
After speaking, he handed the medicinal soup to me.
I looked at Uncle's complexion; it was noticeably paler than before.
And he was bleeding from his nose.
Recalling the scene of Master making ghost lifespan money and boiling medicinal soup for me.
I could immediately judge and confirm that making Jushou Teng.
Just like making ghost lifespan money, the person carving the Jushou铭文 would definitely suffer some form of backlash.
Thinking of this, my heart was filled with emotion.
Without a word, I immediately knelt before my Uncle:
"Uncle!"
Uncle, holding the medicinal soup, was stunned when I suddenly knelt:
"Little Qin, what are you doing?"
With red eyes, I kowtowed earnestly to my Uncle.
Each kowtow produced a clear sound.
Uncle was stunned for a moment, then understood my intentions.
He didn't stop me, and only after I finished kowtowing did he smile and say:
"Get up now!
I am your Uncle, I can still do what I should do, and no one is dying, it's just a little nosebleed..."
As soon as Uncle finished speaking, he felt a heat in his chest and abdomen.
Despite his best efforts to suppress it, a trace of blood still seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Master!"
"Uncle!"
This time, Mo and I panicked and quickly shouted.
Uncle swayed, his face turning even paler:
"N-nothing, Little Qin, drink your medicine quickly. I'll rest for a bit and be fine."