That night, when all was still, Zhang Guangfa and his wife turned on their cellphone flashlights and groped their way toward the deep mountains.
Since they hadn't been home for many years and couldn't find enough proper lighting, they could only take turns using their cellphones for a small amount of light. For this reason, the couple stumbled in the dark forest, enduring untold hardships.
"What kind of twisted path is this kid taking?"
The woman complained.
She was pregnant, after all. Could this treacherous hike harm the baby?
—Ah, she shouldn't think about it; just thinking made her stomach ache a bit.
Zhang Guangfa soothed her repeatedly, "Don't panic, don't panic. The more it is like this, the happier we should be. Haven't you heard in stories? A ginseng spirit is good at hiding itself. What's more, once they turn into spirits, they generally bury themselves in really secluded places. The more difficult the path, the closer our guess is to reality."
