Indeed, Yang Xuecai was about to die.
Earlier, he had only been thinking about quickly leaving this place and hadn't noticed that the ginseng had stealthily used its tubes to pierce his skin.
Now when he wanted to pull them out, he no longer had sufficient strength.
When Sun Mo's group arrived, they saw Yang Xuecai with ginseng whiskers growing all over his body. The current him was extremely skinny and looked as though he had suffered from hunger for half a year. Also, his skin was dehydrated and looked like plant fibers.
"Teacher Sun, what's going on?"
Zhang Shihua felt a shock in his heart. After he finished asking, he suddenly felt lucky when he saw the miserable appearance of Yang Xuecai.
Luckily, no thoughts of seizing the ginseng had appeared in his mind earlier. Otherwise, he would have been the dead one now.
"S...Sun…"
