Bei Lanshan was running madly with the fox in his arms. For some reason, these wandering merchants who came to Qianfang Village to sell groceries suddenly went crazy and chased them.
The fox stuck out a small head from Beilanshan's shoulder to observe the situation behind.
"Why are they following us again? We haven't been to their stalls since we entered the village, so why are they chasing us?" The fox was about to collapse. When it was time for dinner and the villagers went home to cook, the wandering merchants went crazy for some reason. They left their stalls and chased them everywhere.
Bei Lanshan was unknowingly forced into a dead end. He took a deep breath and soared into the air, creating a way out for himself if there was no way out.
He stepped on the roof of a villager's house and escaped to another alley. After temporarily getting rid of the wandering merchants, Bei Lanshan could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Bei Lanshan pulled out a bottle of low-grade longevity pills from his sleeve and asked suspiciously, "No matter where we run to, the wandering merchants will catch up quickly. Is there something wrong with this medicine bottle?"
He looked through the medicine bottle and found nothing wrong.
After opening the bottle and pouring out a pill, Bei Lanshan discovered something was wrong.
There is a tracking formation on the pill. The pattern of the formation is thinner than a hair, and the fluctuation of spiritual power is almost non-existent. It is difficult to detect without careful observation.
Bei Lanshan realized belatedly that he had a hot potato in his pocket, and his first reaction was to destroy it.
Before he could destroy it, the wandering merchants caught up with him.
"Everyone, there is one thing I don't understand. Can this elixir only be bought by villagers? Can't cultivators buy it? I just exchanged a bottle of elixir from the villagers, why are you chasing me?" Bei Lanshan didn't want to run away anymore, so he talked directly and frankly with the wandering merchants.
The wandering merchants who followed were stunned by the questions.
The leading wandering merchant asked, "You are a disciple of the Meteoric Sect, right? Aren't you here to steal our business?"
Wandering merchants travel everywhere and have seen too many sects. They can infer a cultivator's sect just by his temperament and the way he practices martial arts.
Bei Lanshan was confused. He nodded first, then shook his head: "I am a disciple of the Meteorite Sect. But the Meteorite Sect doesn't sell anything. How can I compete with you for business?"
The wandering merchants never expected that the person they had been chasing for an hour didn't know what business they were doing, and they felt that their time was wasted.
"Why are you running away if you haven't received any mission? You're really wasting our time!" The wandering merchant said as they scattered, and no one answered Bei Lanshan's questions.
Bei Lanshan saw that everyone had left, and he felt a little anxious. He quickly caught up with one of them and asked, "Don't leave so quickly. What is this business? Can you tell me?"
The man waved his hand and said, "We are doing business with your sect. If you want to know the details, go back and ask your sect."
Hearing this, Bei Lanshan's heart skipped a beat, as he felt that something beyond his comprehension had happened.
He was anxious and quickly bought some stationery from the villagers of Qianfang Village, called a carrier pigeon, and sent a letter to the sect.
The fox watched the carrier pigeon fly away and grabbed Bei Lanshan's clothes with its sharp claws. "Your sect is not a good one. Maybe the plague is related to your sect."
Bei Lanshan frowned: "That's not true, don't slander my sect!"
Bei Lanshan has great trust in the sect where he grew up, and will not doubt the sect just because of a few provocations from the fox.
In addition, Fox had been hostile to him from the beginning, so Bei Lanshan felt that Fox's evaluation of the Meteorite Sect was biased and unfair.
"Which cultivator doesn't know the bad reputation of your Meteorite Sect? There's no need for me to slander it!" The fox snorted disdainfully.
Bei Lanshan denied it: "No, there must be some misunderstanding. Everyone in the sect is very friendly..."
The fox stopped talking. It knew that no matter what it said, Bei Lanshan would not believe it.
Before dark, Chen Yijin and the others brought the civet cats back to Qianfang Village quietly to meet up with Bei Lanshan and the fox.
Shen Yijin discovered that Bei Lanshan's clothes were even more disheveled than before they left, and the fox's fur was stained, turning it into a dirty fox.
She asked curiously, "What happened? Why are you so embarrassed?"
Bei Lanshan told them with a dull face about the wandering merchants chasing them, while the fox fanned the flames.
After listening to Bei Lanshan and Fox's narration, Chen Yijin felt that it was no coincidence that the wandering merchants were selling questionable, low-grade longevity pills in Qianfang Village.
It seems like the Meteorite Sect is behind this.
Shen Yijin guessed this, but didn't dare to say it directly in front of Bei Lanshan.
She took back the bottle and handed it to the leader of the civet cats. "This is the elixir. Animals should become agitated when they smell it. Not just mice, but also other animals that have eaten this elixir. Please bring back their bodies."
The leader of the civet cats took the bottle, poured out a pill and sniffed it.
The scent of the elixir was very special, and it remembered it immediately after smelling it: "Don't worry, leave this matter to us."
The scent of this elixir is very attractive to animals. Even the leader of the civet cats feels the urge to take a bite after smelling it.
It screened the tribesmen again, leaving behind some of those with weaker wills, and took the other civet cats to catch mice.
"Haven't you noticed the formation on the pill before?" Bei Lanshan stood behind Shen Yijin at some point and spoke softly.
Shen Yijin was startled by him and quickly turned around to look him in the face: "I noticed. But I thought it was just the alchemist's personal habit, I didn't expect that a wandering merchant would chase you."
Shen Yijin had never imagined that after the medicine bottle was sold, the wandering merchants could still determine who had the pills. Knowing that the pills had fallen into the hands of a cultivator, they would still pursue them relentlessly.
The more Shen Yijin thought about it, the more she felt that the itinerant merchants' motives in selling low-grade longevity pills in Qianfang Village were not simple. She had a premonition that this operation to prevent the outbreak of the plague would not be so smooth.
The civet cats moved very quickly and caught most of the mice in the village in just a cup of tea.
The little civet came to Chen Yijin, carrying a large mouse in its mouth. It put the mouse down and proudly said to her, "We've caught almost all the mice in the village! Aside from a few villagers whose elixirs haven't been eaten by animals yet, all the mice that were poisoned by the elixirs are here."
The little civet pointed with its paw at the pile of rats piled up like a small hill nearby, then pointed at the rat it had brought in. "This is just a rat infected with the plague. So far, we've only found this one rat with a problem. The tribesmen are still investigating in the village."
In addition, in the homes of people whose elixirs have not been eaten by animals, the leader of the civet cat tribe has arranged a civet cat to guard them. Once an animal goes to eat the elixir, the civet cat will bring the animal back.
Shen Yijin looked at the mouse infected with the plague and sighed, "This one has a good diet. It's actually grown so fat."
"That's right, it's fed so well!" The little civet cat agreed. It felt so sorry for the fat mouse. If it hadn't been infected with the disease, it could have enjoyed a good mouse feast.
Shen Yijin was startled when she heard this, wondering if she was too sensitive: "What did you say? Was it specially raised by someone?"
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