Along the way, Li Dawei kept chattering with Zhang Mu about the changes in the village before and after the end of the world. Zhang Mu listened quietly, occasionally agreeing with a few words.

He had a feeling that when he met the Plant Era agent, all the doubts in his heart would be explained.

The journey was not long. After walking through a section of small earth pits of varying depths, Li Dawei's reminder woke up Zhang Mu who was distracted.

It must be time. The aroma of medicine in the air has become stronger, making people feel refreshed.

However, the closer we got to the mountain, the thicker the fog became, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Sir, that is the small house about 800 meters ahead. The medicine garden there contains the medicinal herbs claimed by every household.

The herbs are picked by herbalists from the mountains and transplanted into soil close to the mountains. We pay them to take care of them for us. Originally, each household received two herbs as a backup in case of a serious illness. "

After saying that, Li Dawei shook his head sadly and said, "Now we can't even get enough food, and there's no point in keeping the herbs. Later, the herb collector disappeared, and the one who came over discussed selling most of the herb garden to him."

The cold wind blew from time to time, and the oil lamp in his hand flickered in the wind. Li Dawei's voice sounded hollow and sad to Zhang Mu for no reason.

But he didn't care. Even if it was a ghost, he had experienced it in his later life. Wasn't it captured by humans and then sent to the hands of those high-ranking officials who were used to a luxurious life and pursued excitement but dared not leave the city to be watched and played with?

Unknown, although with

Uncertainty, but it also piqued Zhang Mu's interest deeply.

Li Dawei raised the oil lamp in his hand, barely illuminating Zhang Mu's field of vision.

Not far away, in the thick fog, there was indeed a small house, surrounded by neatly arranged greenhouses. However, the tops of many of the greenhouses had been pierced, and the part where the medicinal materials extended out had mutated.

Zhang Mu signaled Li Dawei to continue forward, and he followed closely behind.

For some reason, Zhang Mu felt that the distance of 800 meters was a bit long. The aroma of medicinal herbs in the air was so strong that it made people feel groggy. It was Li Dawei's sudden voice that woke Zhang Mu up.

"Sir, another lord wants to see you to discuss the distribution of medicinal materials. What do you think?"

Zhang Mu bit the tip of his tongue, and the sudden pain made his mind regain some clarity.

Is it an invasion of mental power?

No, that's impossible. He had already secretly opened the mental shield just now. It stands to reason that mental attacks below the second level could not affect him silently.

Could it be the scent of medicine in the air?

There is only this possibility of unknown origin. Zhang Mu frowned and said loudly while looking at the small house in front of him,

"Friends inside, why bother to be so mysterious, you are all Jiyuan agents, come out and meet Zhang."

I don't know when, Li Dawei disappeared. When Zhang Mu shifted his attention to the cabin, he disappeared silently in the fog.

He really didn't notice it. The oil lamp was still in Li Dawei's hand.

It was placed on the fence in front of the cabin, and the fire inside was still flickering.

At this moment, the door of the hut in the fog creaked open, but still no figure was seen coming out.

Zhang Mu now felt that it was meaningless. The other party's mysterious behavior showed that he lacked confidence and did not have the strength to fight Zhang Mu head-on.

He grinned and slowly opened the fence. He walked in and said with a smile, "Why, friend, are you so disrespectful? You don't even want to meet me? We can help each other. As for the division of the medicinal materials, we can discuss it."

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared behind Zhang Mu, but Zhang Mu was prepared. At the moment when the air fluctuated, he threw the obsidian dagger out.

The moment the figure was hit, it turned into powder and scattered.

Zhang Mu's strength was actually not that great, and the obsidian dagger was firmly nailed to the wooden stake of the fence, but it did not penetrate.

He walked over, pulled out the obsidian dagger with force, squatted down and looked at the powder on the ground.

He took a handful, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it gently.

Is it pollen?

When Zhang Mu stood up and looked back, he suddenly found that the small house in the fog had disappeared, and in its place were hundreds of plants tangled together, making it impossible to tell what was what.

On the branches of this huge tree, nine corpses were swaying in the wind, rocking back and forth and occasionally bumping into the surrounding corpses.

The fog slowly dissipated, and Zhang Mu's pupils froze when he saw the corpse clearly.

All the people who were hung had a broken black ring on their ring finger!

(End of this chapter)