The dilapidated pickup truck sped along and stopped in front of an old wooden house.

This should be the residence of the elderly.

After he got out of the car, he skillfully took out the key and opened the door and entered the house. In the kitchen next to the window, he prepared lunch. He looked like an ordinary old man living alone.

Behind the old house, a white-barked zelkova tree is lush and green.

The white dove that was monitoring the old man landed on it. Unexpectedly, several crows emerged from the green leaves and screamed at the white dove's hoarse cries.

A crow was so fierce that it rushed over and tried to peck the white dove.

Frightened, the white dove quickly flapped its wings and flew out.

"crow?"

This inconspicuous detail made Ning Xiuyuan squint his eyes and suddenly thought of a legend in his hometown.

With a thought in his mind, he let go of the heart of the beast, waited for about ten minutes, and caught a raven nearby with jet black ink feathers and blue light. (Corvidae, crow-like bird)

The raven flapped its wings and got into Ning Xiuyuan's guest room. In the blink of an eye, it got out again, spread its wings far beyond the wingspan of a white dove, and flew towards the old man's residence.

Not yet close, Ning Xiuyuan's face changed slightly as he shared the six senses of the raven.

——A faint rotten smell rushed into the raven's nose and was astonishing.

The raven was obviously excited, and even without Ning Xiuyuan's control, he took the initiative and rushed towards the old man's house.

To Ning Xiuyuan, the rancid smell was a bad smell, but to him, it was the fragrance of delicious food.

"Wow-wow-wow-"

The arrival of the raven made the crows on the branches a little irritable and kept chirping.

However, when faced with the existence that was larger than them and dared to fight the eagle, none of them could face the fierceness of the white dove.

The raven ignored its squawking cousin on the branch. It boldly landed on the ground and tilted its head to browse the supporting warehouses of the wooden house.

——The filthy stench that is vague but lingering, as if it has been rotting for centuries, is coming from the warehouse.

It's disgusting to hear and chills the soul!

"An ominous thing, a mourning bird?"

Whispering the nickname crow, Ning Xiuyuan's expression became increasingly gloomy and uncertain.

He subconsciously glanced at the backpack placed on the bedside. The thick polyester fabric blocked the light of the lantern.

When he came back in the morning, he checked the lamp oil and found that it could still last for about a day.

He also had two lamps of oil on him.

One can last for a day and a half, and two can theoretically last three days.

But he must leave half of it to get out of the darkness called "the door".

Therefore, he was fully prepared and still had three days left.

Of course, the premise of all this is that his journey across the two worlds was indeed influenced by the lantern.

Three days?

Ning Xiuyuan took a deep breath, stood up and walked back and forth in the guest room.

He originally planned to use three days to screen out suitable plagues, then conduct experiments on some samples, suppress the destructive power to the smallest possible range, and finally carry out large-scale infections when he was about to leave.

I can’t say how widespread it will be by then, but there should be no problem in infecting this small town.

The population density here is enough for him to integrate some of the Plague Disciples to minimize the risk of losing control.

But the sudden appearance of a mysterious monitor gave him a deep sense of urgency.

He needs strength now!

However, the damn Dujiao spiritual brand limits his ability to directly release plague, which is equivalent to sealing his active attack skills, which makes him particularly passive!

"We must speed up the integration!"

After settling his thoughts, several mice came out of the corner and gathered around Ning Xiuyuan. After about a few seconds, they left one after another.

Ning Xiuyuan strengthened the plague activity and concentration in these mice.

Make them extremely infectious in a short period of time.

Under the control of Ning Xiuyuan, these rats ran all the way to the water main pipe that had been detected long ago.

After a bumpy ride, the group of rats came to the pipe and started gnawing in succession.

I don’t know if it’s because of insufficient tax payments in the countryside;

The water pipes have not yet been upgraded. The main pipes here are mainly iron pipes, which are severely corroded. A few rats can easily gnaw out a hole, and then start peeing one after another.

The plague in the urine that has been strengthened by Ning Xiuyuan will flow to thousands of households in the town through the tap water pipes extending in all directions.

Maybe it will flow to more towns along the water network.

To be honest, such an attack method would be absolutely useless if placed in Ning Xiuyuan's hometown.

It can only take effect in this free land.

The reason is very simple. People in Ning Xiuyuan’s hometown really love drinking hot water!

This is not without precedent. After the whole city was infected, only the people of Tang Dynasty survived. The reason was that they ate boiled water.

Ning Xiuyuan, who had completed the dissemination mission, quietly waited for the plague to spread while monitoring the old man who monitored him.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the Plague Disciples became faintly active, and the air seemed to be filled with a strange sweetness, which was fascinating.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the old man who had been waiting under the hotel all afternoon drove away.

As expected, there was another classic car not far away, but this time the people in the car were much younger, probably forty or fifty years old.

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, under the dim dusk, the raven stood on the branch, preening its feathers gracefully.

At its feet, the old man in the pickup truck, who had not been out all afternoon, opened the warehouse door and used a wheelbarrow to push out a long, soft object wrapped in layers of black garbage bags.

The old man's physical strength was very poor, and it took him a long time before he panted and loaded the thing into the pickup truck and drove away.

Looking at the car's taillights, which almost faded away on the winding road of the rural farm, the raven squawked twice, flapped its wings and chased after it.

All that was left was the buzzing and quivering branches;

And a group of crows, greedy for the last sweet smell of food, squatted in vain on the branches.

Pickup truck, drive farther and farther.

Ning Xiuyuan's face became increasingly ugly.

Because if the pickup truck drives another kilometer, it will exceed his beast's heart.

Just when he decided to use the birds to interfere with the observer's line of sight, rush out of the hotel and shorten the distance, the pickup truck stopped.

It was a villa built in an open field.

The villa is very large and surrounded by beech trees and plane trees.

When the pickup truck arrived, Ning Xiuyuan was surprised to find that a large group of people had gathered outside the villa.

They are generally over fifty years old, and only a few are young and strong.

When the pickup truck arrived, these young men volunteered to rush over and pick up the long object wrapped in a black garbage bag.

In fact, there was more than just the old pickup truck at the scene.

Counting carefully, there are four in total.

They were placed above the crowd's heads, looking like maggots carried by a colony of ants.

The group of people waited outside the villa for about ten minutes. After the last three or five people arrived, a young man stood up.

He walked up to the crowd and spoke impassionedly.

Midway, the old man and several other people shouted to the crowd and received applause and cheers.

After the applause, the group of people chanted an inexplicable hymn collectively.

Yes, it is definitely an anthem.

Ning Xiuyuan, who had become a semi-talented member of the Dawn Cult, even if he could not understand their language, could still hear the flavor of the hymn from the yin and yang tone.

After about five minutes of chanting, the group, led by the leading young man, lined up and entered the villa one by one.

Ning Xiuyuan's heart moved, and the raven flapped its wings and flew towards the window on the second floor of the villa.

"boom!"

A loud noise!

The raven suddenly hit something.

Glass?

wrong!

The raven is still one meter away from the window. Besides, this window is open, where is the glass?

In Ning Xiuyuan's astonishment, Raven suddenly interrupted the sharing of vision.
Chapter completed!