Everyone in the village feared for their lives.
"Master Xu, hurry! My dad's foaming at the mouth! He's dying!"
He had barely warmed his seat.
Wang Toad from the village rushed into the house, grabbed Grandpa Xu, and dragged him outside.
"Ah! I'll go take a look!"
Xu Xian had always been deeply interested in Grandpa Xu's abilities and had studied them a little. He found some of them truly wondrous, even more so than the medical skills he had learned.
By the time they reached Wang Toad's house, a large crowd had already gathered.
His father was eighty-three and had one foot in the grave. Now he lay rigid on the heated brick bed, already dressed in burial clothes, his eyes wide open and his tongue hanging out as he babbled incessantly. It was a frightening sight!
Grandpa Xu was the expert they had summoned. He stepped forward, took out a towel, and wiped the blood from the corners of the old man's mouth before asking, "Is there something you still can't let go of?"
With all the villagers watching-
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed straight onto Grandpa Xu's face.
"Heh-heh!"
An eerie, sinister laugh followed, frightening the villagers into exchanging uneasy looks. How could this still be a human being?
"This is bad! He's crossing the Dragon Gate again! Hurry, hurry! Send people to every crossroads, and kill any wild animal they see!"
"White Snake! White Snake! White Snake is blocking the way!"
Grandpa Xu frowned as he wiped the blood from his face and spoke urgently.
Whenever he was asked about this sort of thing, he refused to explain. This was a rare opportunity.
"Once you cross the Dragon Gate, your memories won't perish. Even after reincarnation, you can recover them."
Grandpa blurted out the