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Chapter 201 - Lost Family

 But the bug disappeared.

The wooden stick burned quietly, and a red spot was burned on the back of her hand.

Fortunately, the clouds on this piece of land have been treated, and the flammable materials have been moved away or burned. The sparks splashed into the soft black soil and were extinguished immediately.

"Xiao Xi, did you just see the bug?"

[No, but the sound of the rabbit is so unpleasant.]

Another hallucination? Are these rabbits hallucinogenic?

Yun Tuan put the torch back under the pot, and then heard a sharp scream, like a scream made when a person's toe hits the corner of the table.

This rabbit is very energetic.

She thought for a moment, then squatted down without looking down, "Hey, do you have a white brother?"

The rabbit's screams stopped for a few seconds and then continued.

Yun Tuan asked a few more questions about the blackmail beast. Later, the rabbit got tired and lay down quietly.

It may not understand human speech.

But Yun Tuan couldn’t find a translator who understood rabbit language.

The task stalled. She drank a few mouthfuls of chicken soup and frowned. There were very few condiments these days, and the food cooked with just herbs and pheasants was not delicious.

At least it doesn’t match its fragrance at all.

She barely filled her stomach and took a few glances into the pot, feeling that she could make do with dinner.

The leftovers from that night were thrown into two pits. They were omnivorous animals anyway, and she had no need to ensure their health.

For more than twenty days, she and the two monsters lived in peace.

Yun Tuan goes to the mountainside towards the village every day to observe the situation——

The plague gradually spread, and the elderly and children were too weak to carry it. There were funerals in the village every two or three days. Some poor families couldn't afford coffins, so they simply put their dead relatives on bullock carts and took them away.
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Usually they are pulled to a more remote place and buried.

Of course, there were also people who forced themselves to go to the town to seek medical treatment, but Yun Tuan never saw them come back.

Plague is a highly contagious disease, so she can't get too close to her. Even on the mountain, she needs to disinfect it with herbs every day, burn incense or take it internally.

The medicine is three-part poisonous. Blind and excessive use will cause big problems.

But she will stay here for a year, and as long as she doesn't try to kill herself by making guinea grass to produce Nanxing, the side effects will not show up so quickly.

Gradually, fewer people went out.

I don’t know if he died or if he coexisted with the disease.

Yun Tuan's wooden house is gradually being completed, and her arm muscle lines are much more obvious than before.

She often regrets it when she is cleaning - she has trained so hard that she cannot take it with her when she leaves the park, and her muscles can only turn back into fat.

On this day, a group of people wearing dark red clothes entered the village.

Yun Tuan counted more than forty.

These people walk steadily and move very fast, and they look well-trained at first sight.

Apparently, the town discovered something unusual about this village. Instead of sending a doctor, they sent a team of official servants, presumably not to treat illnesses, but to massacre...

She lowered her body a little to avoid being discovered.

But their goal was obviously not achieved. A quarter of an hour after the team entered the village, it rained heavily.

Yun Tuan put on a raincoat, slipped out the two monsters (she had previously put collars that restricted their movement on them with difficulty), and placed them in two separate bamboo baskets.

She went inside to take shelter from the rain.

When constructing the roof of this wooden house, she deliberately made it at a steep angle for drainage.

However, I don’t know how long the rain will last and whether it will wash away all the tarpaulin and related paint fixed to the roof...

The clouds listened nervously to the sound of rain hitting the wooden board, always suspecting that it would crack.

But there are many triangular structures used in the house, so it should not collapse.

Just as I was thinking about it, there was a "boom" not far away!

Senior’s little shabby house collapsed?


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