In the inn, the gloomy clouds were bleak.

"This shit's wind!" said one of the 17 big businessmen, slamming the table and whimpering.

They tried their best to transport the medicinal herbs here, and they learned that the plague had cured!

It's not the medicine that cures, it's the wind.

This winter, after the first snowfall, the so-called sick people only have to wait until the wind blows, and as soon as the wind blows, the plague will be cured.

Of course, if the body is too weak, it is also possible that after the plague is cured, you will catch the wind chill and die of the wind cold.

But anyway, the plague is over, and these medicinal herbs have become worthless.

It's just that because of the heavy snow and the demons blocking the road, these news can't get out.

Suddenly, the merchants collapsed.

One cried, and the others, infected, wept as well.

This damn wind, this damn snow, has made this world strange and indirectly taken their life.

"Oh no!" someone hurriedly came in from upstairs and shouted, "Lao Liang is dead." ”

Lao Liang is also one of their companions, but he hasn't shown up this afternoon, and everyone is so worried that they don't care too much.

Suddenly got this bad news, and suddenly, there was a commotion.

Everyone went upstairs and broke into the house, and an old man in brocade clothes sat on the ground, his back against the table, hanging his head and not moving. A flask overturned, and the drink spilled all over the floor.

Someone cautiously stepped forward and probed his snort, but he was already out of breath.

He obviously knew how to heal, and after a few more checks, when he saw the powder infected by his fingers, he shook his head and sighed: "It's one coin and ten taels of gold, and he takes one coin and ten taels of gold...... Committed suicide. ”

One coin and ten taels of gold, is a precious poison, powdery, insoluble in water, has a peculiar fragrance, like a peach blossom in March, the taste is slightly sweet, and it will produce drowsiness after taking it.

If you take one penny, you will sleep for three days and three nights, and if there is no one to take care of you, you will die because you don't eat or drink.

And if you take three coins, you will quickly fall asleep, and then, in a dream within two hours, you will die suddenly.

However, because it is very difficult to refine, and the medicinal materials are precious, the price is very expensive, a lethal dose, it requires 300 taels of silver, and there is no market.

Lao Liang chose such a luxurious way of dying, naturally because this poison can make people die without pain. At least, there is no pain on the surface.

In the room, there was silence.

Everyone looked sad, as if they saw their own future.

They joined forces to reduce the price, and the cost was actually not a lot, mainly up and down and road expenses.

The road to Shu is difficult, except for the basin plain, the rest of the place is not easy to walk. Therefore, the cost of the same distance is naturally higher.

Along the way, people eat and chew, plus the checkpoints along the way, the settlement fee after the dead person, the consumption has long exceeded the medicinal materials themselves.

But they still come here because they believe that these herbs can be sold for 10 or even 100 times the price.

As a result, they despair.

The plague is over, and these medicinal herbs are no longer special. Although it can still be sold, the price is not so exaggerated.

In the end, all of them will lose money.

Half of them are bankrupt, and the rest are also seriously damaged. There are only a few Chen Lao and others, who are large and can bear it.

However, something even more desperate happened, there was a shortage of food in the city, and they had money, but they could not buy enough food to go back, because of the food limit.

Now, the price of food in the city is so expensive, and they have to feed so many people, and they stay here until the beginning of spring, until the roads are clear, and when that time comes, everything that was not bankrupt will be bankrupt.

This is forcing people to death!

No, Lao Liang was desperate, so he chose to die.

"What's wrong?" Old Chen's voice came from behind, and everyone turned their heads one after another, Old Chen's expression was not very good-looking, but compared to everyone, he was undoubtedly much calmer.

Now, everyone doesn't care about being betrayed by Chen Lao when they were in Zhangbei County, and they eagerly greeted them.

After all, only Chen Lao can save everyone now, just because Chen Lao has a close relationship with a local snake here.

Xiongwang Village, a barbarian village, is located in a ravine outside the city, which can be reached in a half-day journey.

The people in the stockade are good at hunting and climbing, the men are short and strong, and the women are slender and fit.

This is a big village, with 10,000 people, and there are wizards and witches who are proficient in witchcraft, and it is a force that cannot be offended in the vicinity.

Perhaps, with the help of Old Chen, everyone can scrape together some money and buy some food to leave here.

Although the price of food is high enough to make their flesh ache, it is also many times better than staying here.

Chen Lao looked at the flattering smiling faces of everyone and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. As the saying goes, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and the medicinal materials are at a loss, but he has also regained the hearts of the people.

Now, it was really dangerous outside, and there were fewer people, so he didn't dare to go out of the city to Xiongwang Village. Before, he was racking his brains to figure out how to borrow some people from them, but now, no longer need, they will automatically send people.

But this price made his heart bleed.

Xiong Wangzhai asked him to send medicinal herbs over, and the money for medicinal herbs was calculated according to the local price. But now, not to mention the price, it is still a big problem whether the other party will accept this medicinal material. Although these medicinal materials also have other uses, however, Xiongwangzhai also has its own witchcraft, and many diseases that can be cured by this medicine do not necessarily need to be treated with this medicine.

However, whether Xiongwangzhai buys it or not, he has to go there. The Gu worms in his body gradually showed signs of awakening, which made his heart furious, and he had to go to Xiongwang Village to stabilize the Gu worms in his body first.

After cleaning up the corpse and looking at a group of flattering companions, Chen Lao felt complicated in his heart.

I ordered some good wine and two tables of dishes, and everyone pushed the glasses and changed the glasses. Gradually, there was less food and drink, and people got drunk.

Seeing off the last drunken weeping companion, Chen Lao sat alone at the table, holding the kettle, stunned. He hadn't drunk much, so he wasn't drunk, he was just thinking about something else, and he was so engrossed.

Several guards sat at the table next to him, keeping an eye on him at all times, secretly protecting.

There was a person downstairs, and at this time, it was almost closed, and it was a little unusual to come down at this time.

The people who came down stepped on the stairs and rattled, but Chen Lao didn't pay attention, still immersed in his own world.

The Gu worm in his body was robbed of his son, and the price of medicinal materials plummeted, all of which added up to a bit of a big blow to him, and he was thinking about how to minimize the loss.

And at this moment, the voice of the guards beside me came to my ears.

"Master, Chang Gung...... Devil May Cry wants to talk to you. ”

Chen Lao was slightly stunned, sobered up, looked up, and saw that pair of familiar eyes, although they were already familiar, he still couldn't help but stand on end, and he was very uncomfortable under these eyes.

A smile quickly appeared on his face, stood up, pondered the title, and said, "Hell, brother, it's so late, and you still haven't slept yet?"

"I'll talk to you about something. The ghost cried.