In my past life, I used to joke that anyone who saw something like this would bury themselves in the ground and become a ginseng root. Now I've actually seen someone turn into one.
The blood in the medicinal garden had not yet dried when I fled to Suzhou with two children.
They say immortals are benevolent and can bestow talismans to keep people safe. But I saw with my own eyes how those immortal masters used living people as fertilizer to grow the so-called soul ginseng. In their eyes, mortal lives are no more than roadside weeds.
But I will make sure these two children and I survive. I will ask those lofty immortals:
Is equality among all beings really nothing but empty words?
