The Chinese Spirit's Family Rescue Adventure

Wen Chi continued to rummage and pushed aside a large handful of weeds on top. He saw an empty compressed biscuit bag that had been torn open, with not even a crumb left.

He looked up at Suisui. His eyes were a bit cold, and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly. When he didn't smile, he looked quite intimidating.

Suisui immediately became nervous. The tuft of hair on top of her head stood up straight. She clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest and pretended to be confident.

Unexpectedly, Wen Chi didn't get angry. He just said calmly: "This is a compressed biscuit. It tastes bad, really awful."

The tuft of hair on Suisui's head immediately drooped down, losing all its spirit.

If Wen Chi had been like the bad guys she had met before, shouting and grabbing her, Suisui would surely have jumped up and fought back. But Wen Chi was so calm and said the biscuit tasted bad. Instead, Suisui felt a bit guilty. She lowered her head and whispered like a mosquito: "Sorry."

"..." Wen Chi awkwardly looked away: "It's okay."

Soon, he found the treasure at the bottom — a handbook with things like common sense for living in the mountains, methods for distinguishing plants, route tips for food collection points, and so on. This handbook was like a game guide, concise and practical. For Wen Chi, a newbie in the mountains, it was a life-saver. It could help him adapt to life in the mountains quickly.

Wen Chi breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't find any emergency medicine for treating bruises and sprains, with this handbook, there was hope to fill his stomach. He was quite satisfied.

He saw Suisui looking at him eagerly. His heart moved, and he asked: "What's your name?"

"Suisui."

The little ginseng spirit was born and nurtured by nature, but this name wasn't. When she was sleeping, she always heard someone calling "Suisui, Suisui". But when she opened her eyes, there was no one there. Over time, the two words "Suisui" were imprinted in her mind and became her name.

"Suisui." Wen Chi called her name smoothly. "I'm Wen Chi. Your task is done. How are you going to leave? Will someone from the program team come to pick you up?"

Suisui immediately jumped up in anxiety and shouted loudly: "I'm not leaving! I want to stay with you!"

Wen Chi was helpless. Usually, he wasn't very patient, but for some reason, he just couldn't get angry with this little thing. So he patiently explained: "I'm filming a variety show. You're a little actor invited by the program team. You're kind of like a staff member. According to the rules, you can't stay."

"But... but..." Suisui was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, turning around in place. "I said I'd take care of you! You agreed! You agreed!"

This was the task assigned by the Way of Heaven! If she couldn't take good care of Wen Chi, could she still become an immortal? All the mountain spirits and monsters spent their whole lives cultivating, just hoping to transcend the mortal world and ascend to immortality. If she screwed up...

Suisui became more and more anxious. Her face turned red, and tears welled up in her eyes!

Wen Chi's scalp tingled. He quickly coaxed: "Okay! You can stay for now!"

The dark clouds dispersed. Suisui grinned, showing a row of small white teeth, like a child who had just got a candy.

Wen Chi also breathed a sigh of relief. Little kids were like that. Their emotions came and went quickly. One second she was still feeling wronged, and the next second she was attracted by something new —

"What's this!" Suisui's eyes widened like bells, pointing at the iPad with a shining screen in the corner. Her small hand was itching to touch it.

The little ginseng spirit grew up in the mountains. The rarest thing she had ever seen was the TV in the villagers' homes. The little people who could move and talk inside were so interesting that she could watch them all day without stopping.

Suisui was smart. She recognized at a glance that the shining black board was similar to a TV. Her eyes rolled around, and she quietly crept over.

By the time Wen Chi noticed, she was already standing in front of the iPad.

Wen Chi was originally worrying about how to send the little one away since his phone had been confiscated and he couldn't contact the program team. When he saw Suisui standing there, he suddenly remembered something: "Don't look!"

Suisui looked back blankly. The iPad had already automatically popped up a ranking list of points.

Four names were listed in order —

First place, Zhou Lizhi;

Second place, Yu Xiaoxiao;

Third place, Zhao Sizhen;

Fourth place, Wen Chi.

During these days of recording, the positions of the top three might change occasionally due to the increase in points, but the fourth place was firmly Wen Chi.

Wen Chi said he didn't care about the ranking, but when he met Suisui's clear and innocent eyes, he still felt his face burning and was extremely embarrassed.

He forced himself to defend: "The ranking is only temporary."

Suisui tilted her head, and the tuft of hair on top of her head tilted into a question mark shape: "What's a ranking?"

Wen Chi paused. Then he remembered that the little one looked about three years old and probably couldn't read. He relaxed a bit and asked 友好地: "How old are you?"

When it came to this, Suisui got excited. She proudly puffed out her small chest and held up four small fingers, shouting at the top of her voice: "I'm three thousand five hundred years old!"

Didn't mortals always say to respect the old and love the young? That's right! So the destined one had to listen to her!

Unexpectedly, Wen Chi didn't even bat an eyelid. He thought to himself: Do three-year-old kids nowadays all like to brag like this? "Got it, you're three and a half."

Suisui puffed up her cheeks in anger, looking like an angry puffer fish: "What three and a half? I'm three thousand five hundred years old! Three thousand five hundred years old!" She was so angry that she jumped up.

Wen Chi didn't believe her at all. He mumbled "Uh-huh" 敷衍地: "Okay, I know. We'll talk about this later."

He looked down at his watch. It was six o'clock. Seeing the equipment in every corner of the room, Wen Chi had an idea! He thought of a way to send Suisui away!

Wen Chi first calmed Suisui down and then turned on the temporarily closed live broadcast. With a "beep" sound, the red lights of several cameras automatically lit up.

The program team controlled the main camera from the background and aimed it at Wen Chi —

The young man sitting in the simple thatched cottage, without the dazzling halo on the stage, was covered by the afterglow of the setting sun. The light and shadow outlined his handsome outline, delicate and handsome, just like the beautiful young man in Greek mythology. With just this simple light and shadow, his appearance was outstanding. No wonder he had made his way in the entertainment industry full of handsome men and beautiful women just by his face back then.

Back then, Wen Chi hadn't signed with a company and his singing and dancing skills were average. But just by relying on his face, he stood out in the talent show full of handsome men and beautiful women, with sky-high popularity. Even the investors didn't dare to touch his C position and obediently put him on the throne.

It's a pity. Things were different now. Now Wen Chi was like a rat crossing the street, being shouted at by everyone.