Chapter 110 Artificially Raised Plague Rats



Chapter 110 Artificially Raised Plague Rats

Bei Lanshan was running wildly 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 behind 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 and left their stalls, chasing them everywhere.

Bei Lanshan was forced into a dead end without realizing it. He took a deep breath, soared into the air, and created a way for himself if there was no way out.

He stepped on the roof of a villager's house and fled to another alley. Temporarily getting rid of the wandering merchants, Bei Lanshan could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Bei Lanshan took out the 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 cork and pouring out a pill, Bei Lanshan discovered that 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, 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 guess 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 actually 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 this and scattered, and no one answered Bei Lanshan's questions.

Bei Lanshan was a little anxious when he saw that everyone had left. He quickly caught up with one of them and asked, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. Can you tell me what this business is?"

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 if something beyond his understanding 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 his sharp claws: "Your sect is not a good one. It is possible that 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 was hostile to him from the beginning, and 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: "No, there must be some misunderstanding. The people in the sect are very friendly..."

The fox stopped talking, because it knew that no matter what it said, Bei Lanshan would not believe it.

Before dark, Chen Yijin and the other person quietly returned to Qianfang Village with the civet cats 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 wooden face about the wandering merchants chasing them, and the fox fanned the flames.

After listening to Bei Lanshan and Fox's narration, Shen Yijin felt that it was no coincidence that the wandering merchants were selling problematic, low-quality longevity pills in Qianfang Village.

It seems like the Meteorite Sect is behind this.

Shen Yijin guessed so, but didn't dare to say it directly in front of Bei Lanshan.

She took back the medicine bottle and handed it to the leader of the civet cats: "This is the medicine. Animals will become agitated when they smell it. Not just mice, but other animals that have eaten this medicine. Please bring back their bodies."

The civet cat chief took the bottle, poured out a pill and sniffed it.

The scent of the elixir was very special, and it remembered it as soon as it smelled it: "Don't worry, leave this matter to us."

The scent of this elixir is very attractive to animals. Even the civet cat chieftain feels the urge to take a bite after smelling it.

It screened the tribesmen again, leaving behind some with weaker wills, and took the other civet cats to catch mice.

"Didn't you notice the formation on the elixir 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 at him: "I found out. But I thought it was the personal habit of the alchemist, I didn't expect that the wandering businessman would chase you."

Shen Yijin also couldn't have imagined that after the medicine bottle was sold, the wandering merchants could still determine who had the elixir. Knowing that the elixir had fallen into the hands of a cultivator, they would chase after it relentlessly.

The more Shen Yijin thought about it, the more she felt that the motives of the wandering merchants in selling low-grade longevity pills in Qianfang Village were not simple. She had a feeling 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 Shen Yijin with a huge mouse in its mouth. It put the mouse down and said proudly to Shen Yijin, "We have basically caught all the mice in the village! Except for the elixirs in some villagers' homes that have not been eaten by animals, 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 hill nearby, and then pointed at the rat it had brought in: "This is just a rat infected with the disease. So far, we have only found this rat to be problematic, and the tribesmen are still investigating in the village."

In addition, in the homes of people whose elixirs have not been eaten by animals, the civet cat chief has arranged a civet cat to guard them. Once an animal goes to eat the elixir, the civet cat will bring back the animal that has eaten the elixir.

Shen Yijin looked at the mouse infected with the disease and sighed, “This one has good food, it’s actually grown so fat.”

"That's right, it's fed so well!" The little civet echoed, feeling so sorry for the fat mouse. If it hadn't been infected with the disease, it would have been able to enjoy 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 fed by someone?"

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