Chapter 297

Along the way, Li Dawei and Zhang Mu talked about the changes of the village before and after the end of the world. Zhang Mu listened quietly and occasionally echoed.

He had a hunch that when he saw the agent merchant of the botanical era, all his doubts should be explained.

The journey is neither long nor long. After walking through a small pit with different depths, Li Dawei's reminder woke up Zhang Mu who was distracted.

It should be. The smell of medicine in the air is strong, which gives people a boost.

However, the closer to the mountain, the fog became bigger and some people couldn't see clearly.

"My Lord, it's at the hut about 800 meters ahead. The medicine garden there is the medicine claimed by every family.

They were all picked from the mountains and transplanted into the soil similar to the mountains. We paid him money and he helped us take care of them. Originally, each family received two medicinal herbs to keep them for a lifetime. They were seriously ill and recuperated. "

After that, Li Dawei shook his head and said, "now he can't even eat enough, and it's no use keeping the herbs. Later, the medicine collector disappeared. When he came, he discussed selling him most of the medicine garden."

The cold wind around him blows from time to time. The oil lamp in his hand is shining brightly and darkly in the wind. Li Dawei's voice sounds empty and resentful to Zhang Mu for no reason.

But he doesn't care. Even ghosts, he has experienced in later generations. Isn't he captured by humans and sent to those high-level people who are used to extravagant life and pursue stimulation but dare not go out of the city to watch and play?

The unknown, although uncertain, also deeply aroused Zhang Mu's interest.

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

Not far away, in the thick fog, there is indeed a hut surrounded by neat greenhouses, but the tops of many greenhouses have been pierced and stretched out a part of the medicinal materials, which has changed.

Zhang Mu motioned Li Dawei to move on, and he followed closely.

The distance of 800 meters is unknown. Zhang Mu feels that he has been walking for a long time. The smell of medicinal herbs in the air has reached a point, which makes people dizzy. Li Dawei's sudden noise woke Zhang Mu.

"Sir, another adult wants to see you to discuss the distribution of medicinal materials. Do you see?"

Zhang Mu bit the tip of his tongue and suddenly felt pain, which made his mind a little clear.

Is it the invasion of mental power?

No, it's impossible. Just now I have secretly opened the spiritual shield. Logically, the spiritual attack under the second order can't affect him quietly.

Is it the smell of medicine in the air?

There is only one possibility of unknown origin. Zhang Mu frowned, looked at the cabin in front of him and said in a loud voice,

"The friends inside, why do you pretend to be mysterious? They are era agent businessmen. Come out to meet Zhang."

I don't know when Li Dawei has disappeared. When Zhang Mu's attention shifted to the cabin, he quietly disappeared into the fog.

I really didn't realize it. The oil lamp was still in Li Dawei's hand. Now it has been placed on the fence in front of the hut, and the fire inside still flickers.

Just then, the cabin in the fog creaked open the door, but still no figure came out of it.

Zhang Mu felt that he didn't have much meaning at this time. The other party's deception showed that he was lack of confidence and didn't have the strength to meet Zhang Mu.

He grinned and slowly opened the fence. He went in and said with a smile, "why, my friend, do you not give face? We don't want to meet each other? We can help each other. As for the division of medicinal materials, we can discuss."

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared behind Zhang Mu, who was ready to throw the Obsidian dagger out at the moment of fluctuation in the air.

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

Zhang Mu's strength was not strong. The Obsidian dagger was firmly nailed to the stake of the fence, but it didn't penetrate.

He paced over, pulled out the Obsidian dagger, squatted down and looked at the powder on the ground.

He pinched it, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it gently.

Pollen?

When Zhang Mu got up and looked back, he suddenly found that the cabin in the fog had disappeared and replaced by hundreds of entangled plants. He couldn't see what each other was.

On the branches of this giant, nine bodies swayed in the wind and occasionally hit the bodies around them.

The fog slowly dispersed and saw Zhang Mu's pupil of the body.

All the people hanging have a broken black ring on their ring finger!