Chapter 72 Longevity Lock
Yang Yuan instinctively wanted to refuse, but Lin Zhaozhao forcefully pressed him down, saying, "Don't move."
"Fool, you eat as much as you're given. Look, you've got indigestion. Don't you feel uncomfortable?" Lin Zhaozhao rubbed Yang Yuan's stomach, her words laced with undisguised schadenfreude.
Yang Yuan silently endured it, his cheeks quietly turning red.
After rubbing for an unknown amount of time, drowsiness overcame him. Yang Yuan felt a chill on his neck, tucked the blanket in, and heard Lin Zhaozhao's soft voice in his ear, "Birthday gift."
The candle went out, and Yang Yuan stared blankly at the roof beam. Only then did he realize that his hand had touched his neck. His palm tightened, and Yang Yuan shrank further into the quilt, his thin lips pressed together. The next second, he grinned silently, and even his eyes narrowed into crescent shapes.
As drowsiness washed over him, Yang Yuan drifted off to sleep in a good mood, his breathing steady. Occasionally, he would turn over and a corner of the object he was clutching in his palm would peek out from under the covers—it was a gleaming golden longevity lock.
Late at night, in Huichun City
The East Market was as quiet as a rooster's crow, while the West Market was bustling with noise. Outside, it was freezing cold, with snow falling everywhere, and people were suffering from both cold and hunger. Inside the house, there were occasional rustling and creaking sounds that were driving people crazy.
He stood up nimbly, followed the sound, and accurately caught the culprit. In the darkness, the little thing was clearly visible.
"It was just a rat, but it's strange that it has meat on it."
"Burning!" The rat struggled violently upon hearing the human voice and bit straight into the hand, drawing blood. Enraged, the man stomped the rat to death.
He put his finger in his mouth, the taste of blood filling the air, and heard his wife and children murmur in his ear, "Dad, I'm hungry."
The firelight flickered, releasing a sizzling aroma of meat. The child stared intently, and the moment the meat entered their mouths, both the man and woman's eyes welled up with tears.
"It's delicious, even Mom and Dad are eating."
"Okay, Dad will go catch some more."
On the eve of New Year's Eve, the government
While processing official documents, Ning Shiwen had a few drinks when a voice came from outside, "Sir, Chen Song has something to report."
The warmed wine was removed, leaving only a faint aroma of wine in the room.
"What is it?" Ning Shiwen put down the official documents and listened attentively.
"Several deaths have occurred in the city recently."
Tell me more.
"During the heavy snowfall in early spring, many people in the West Market froze to death or died accidentally due to improper heating methods. Strangely, all the bodies had signs of animal bites. According to the investigation, it is likely that they were bitten by rats." Seeing Ning Shiwen's furrowed brows, Chen Song continued, "Sir, after investigating this matter, I found that many people in the West Market had persistent high fevers and difficulty breathing, and died within three days. After further investigation, I found that the deceased either ate rats or were bitten by rats."
"What's even more troublesome is that those who had close contact with the corpse also developed persistent high fever. Zhou Changgui of Huichuntang judged that this was probably the plague."
"Chen Song, immediately send men to the West Market. In case the situation is serious, quickly seal it off."
"Yes." Chen Song quickly led his men away, while Ning Shiwen sipped a cup of warm wine.
The knife is a good knife, but sometimes it's a bit difficult to control.
"My lord, as long as it works for now, that's fine. If it gets out of control, just break it."
"Good, the document has been processed."
"yes."
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