"They might also have died long ago." Li Qingxian picked up a cup of tea and drank, his eyes lowered.
The Filthy Beggar laughed. "I don't understand what you mean. If the eerie curse can be broken, how could that get me killed? I think you've drunk too much tea and gotten drunk."
"Then what do you think is the key to breaking the eerie curse? As far as I know, you must have been to the Upper Mountain District."
The Filthy Beggar raised his head and gazed at the roof, nostalgia showing on his face. Slowly, he said, "Yes, of course I've been to the Upper Mountain District. Back then, you didn't need a bamboo hat to enter. Back then, everyone could go there. Back then, the Lower Mountain District had men and women, boys and girls. Back then, the land and houses in town belonged to everyone... Oh, I'm old and muddleheaded. I've forgotten the point."
The Filthy Beggar lowered his gaze from the roof. "I don't know exactly how to break the eerie curse, but I know the key must be the ginseng fruit, the Ginseng Fruit Tree, and that ancient well."
"The ancient well?"
The Filthy Beggar gave a cold laugh. "All that bullshit about ascending to immortality and the Other Shore World was made up. I saw it with my own eyes: after townspeople died, they turned into light and plunged into the ancient well. The Ginseng Fruit Tree immediately blossomed, and after blossoming, it slowly bore fruit. I've walked every inch of this town, and nothing is stranger than the Ginseng Fruit Tree and the ancient well. If anything can break the eerie curse, it must be the Ginseng Fruit Tree. That's why the mayor and his people monopolize the tree and strictly control