Fatso Strikes the Ginseng Fruit Three Times

Fatso Strikes the Ginseng Fruit Three Times

In the end, Gu Mian planted fifty ghost seeds in Jindache Room.

To avoid confusing the ghosts about who had raised them, Gu Mian dug all fifty holes himself and planted every seed with his own hands.

The soil in Jindache Room was difficult to dig. It took Gu Mian more than two hours to make all fifty holes—the Fat Man had been timing him with an electronic stopwatch.

As Gu Mian buried the last seed, the Fat Man watched and asked in confusion, "Doctor, have you figured out why the Evil God sent you into this instance? If you still haven't, what if, once you finish watering them, the seeds suddenly sprout and run onto the display platform to score themselves?"

"It's fine," Gu Mian said, walking over to pick up a full watering can. "I'll catch them."

The Fat Man quietly turned to look behind him. The greenhouse door stood open, and a bedroll had been laid outside it.

Gu Mian had brought it down from the second floor. He planned to keep watch right outside the greenhouse after planting, in case any ghosts secretly matured and went up onto the display platform.

"Actually, Doctor, I think you only need to plant one," the Fat Man said, glancing toward the scorekeeper outside. "Even if you only grow one ghost, I'm sure the scorekeeper will be moved by your care and perseverance and give you a perfect score."

The scorekeeper nodded eagerly. "That's right."

"There's no food here," Gu Mian said as he watered the seeds. "If we're unlucky and plant a ghost that takes ten or even dozens of days to mature, the four of you will just have to starve to death."

"That won't happen!" the scorekeeper hurriedly protested. "You