1421: C1421 The Weird Underground

C1421 The Weird Underground

Although it was very weak, Lin Fann did feel some Spiritual Qi from it. It was just that it had been placed there for too long, causing the Spiritual Qi to disappear almost completely.

"Old mister, I believe that this winter jujube is truly a treasure."

After returning it to the old man, Lin Fann's gaze fell back on the tree. "If these winter dates are really the fruit of this tree, then it's such a pity."

To be able to bear fruits with spirit energy, this meant that this tree had its own peculiarities. Perhaps it was a spirit tree before it died. It was only because of what happened later on that things turned out like this.

"Hmph, you should know that this is a treasure."

Putting away the winter jujube, the old man scolded, "Do you still think that the five hundred thousand I'm asking for is too much?"

"500,000 is not a lot of compensation. On the contrary, it's a lot of money. But that's on the premise that this tree is still alive."

Withdrawing his hand from the tree trunk, Lin Fann shook his head. "If I'm not wrong, this tree has been withered for a month, right?"

"How do you know?" The old man was shocked, but his face quickly darkened. "So what if it is? If you don't lose money, don't even think about starting construction."

Just as Lin Fann said, this magical tree had indeed withered for a month. However, this did not stop him from making an extortion. He would not be able to afford any less than five hundred thousand yuan.

"Old sir, don't be agitated. I will give you the five hundred thousand compensation but on a condition."

Lin Fann's mouth curved into a smile. He looked at the old man: "You have to stay and help me. If you agree, I'll pay you five hundred thousand in addition to the compensation."

"Young man, what do you mean by that?"

The old man was stunned, he didn't understand Lin Fann's words at all: "I'm just an old man, what can I do for you?"

"No, no, no. Old mister, don't belittle yourself. You can do a lot of work."

Pointing at the withered tree, Lin Fann said, "For example, you took good care of this tree and got its gift, right?"

"Are you mocking me? If I had taken good care of him, would he have ended up like this?"

The old man angrily rebuked, "I know you don't want to lose money, but please don't mock me with such a reason."

"You misunderstand, what I said was the truth."

After knocking on the trees that were riddled with holes, Lin Fann said, "From how you constantly oppose the officials and even risk your life to claim compensation for it, I can tell that you have taken good care of it."

"You … You... "Ai …"

The old man who still wanted to say something suddenly softened his tone and sat down beside the tree. "Young man, you are really different from the others. You saw things very clearly. You're right, most of the compensation I ask for is for it. "

"I've lived alone for a year, and if it wasn't for it, I would have died. "I still remember that night a year ago when I was heavily injured and fainted here. In the end, it was its fruit that saved me …"

Lin Fann nodded from time to time instead of interrupting the old man's story. Through this story, Lin Fann was even more sure about his thoughts.

The reason why this tree could bear winter jujube with spiritual energy was because of this land. More accurately speaking, it should be because of the ground.

If one were to absorb spiritual energy from the ground, even an ordinary tree would turn into a towering tree. As for the old geezer, he coincidentally came here and ate the fruit to save his life.

However, what puzzled Lin Fann was what exactly was underground? If there were spirit mines, why would the trees wither?

The spirit stone mine couldn't be moved. Could it be that all of the spirit stone mine's energy was sucked out?

Dong dong …

Suddenly, the ground shook as if something had passed by. It came and went fast and fast. In a short two seconds, if one didn't carefully observe, it would be impossible to notice.

"Old sir, did you look for the reason when it withered?"0

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