Yan Jue no longer deliberately hides his whereabouts from Luo Xiaochen and the others. After all, he lives in the same room, and sooner or later he will notice some problems. For the first two days, he made excuses, but later he felt that those excuses had the same effect, and people with a little brain could break them down, so he simply went out to watch the night with the master every day. And Luo Xiaochen and the others tacitly did not ask "why the master needs your help?" Fang Siyuan and Mu Tou were a little puzzled, but seeing that Xia Zhiming didn't speak, they didn't ask any more.
At that time, Nie Renyan and Ye Zhao were stunned by the almost calm reaction of these four people, but they soon understood that Xia Zhiming and Luo Xiaochen were not the person who was easy to fool. It looks like a big deal, but in fact, he can clearly see many things. Now, 80% of his reactions are guessing about Nie Renyan's affairs.
They didn't open up and say it, but they all tacitly agreed - this is a tacit understanding among these men: if you say it, I will listen carefully, if you don't say it, I will silently support it to the end.
The master, who has to maintain the barrier and fight birds, has been a little sluggish these days. He stopped pacing endlessly, packed the yellow cloth bag in front of the bed, took the cloth pocket, and planned to release the pomegranate with Nie Renyan. Going out to chase the birds, just as he walked to the door and held the handle, he heard a knock on the door: "Master, are you there?"
It's the person in charge of the notification again!
The master is now almost conditioned to react to his voice, and when he hears it, he covers his neck and raises his head to make him dizzy.
"Master, Master, hold on, it's useless to be dizzy or dizzy." Shitou quickly supported him with one hand, twisted the door with the other, and asked the people outside, "What happened again?"
The man said with a sad face: "After the group of people responsible for farming the farmland came back today, their legs started to rot!"
"The leg is rotten?" When the master heard it, it seemed to be a problem that could be solved. In an instant, he was full of blood and came back to life, and said, "Why is the leg rotten? What unclean water did they swim in?"
"It doesn't count." The man said: "We have already inquired carefully. It is said that they did pass a lot of puddles when they came back. They used to pass through those puddles every day, and nothing happened, but I don't know what's going on today, when they passed by, it seemed that some insects sprayed something on them..." The man's expression became very tangled, and he seemed a little confused.
"What did you spray? There are a lot of worms in the wild, and it's normal for them to rot after spraying some juice." The master went into the house and took out a cowhide bag, and stretched out his hand to dig something out of it.
The man shook his head: "The problem, the problem is, those bugs are not spraying du juice."
"It's not du juice, what is that?" the master said: "What are you doing hesitating? Grinding!"
"It was sprayed with sand."
The master's cowhide bag fell off his hands and fell to the ground. He looked up at the person at the door with his mouth half open and said, "What did you spray?"
The man repeated affirmatively: "Sand."
"You mean that there are bugs living in the puddles rushing at them?" the master murmured.
"Um.