Chapter 134 Plague

Mature people don't ask about the past.

Smart people don't ask about the present.

Open-minded people don't ask about the future.

So don't always ask me what to do.

If I knew, why would I tell you the above three sentences?

——Taken from the 6385th chapter of "My Diary" by Zhang Moshen, the Supreme Saint Demon of Heaven and Earth

"Well, that's about it."

After Zhang Mo finished his instructions, Yang Shuo respectfully took the paper and pen, wrote everything down, and nodded from time to time.

Look, look.

This is what a great elder looks like.

Know how to do things, understand the rules, and complete the tasks assigned by the sect master immediately.

Go up when there are difficulties, and go up when there are no difficulties.

In comparison, Lao Gou and Lao Li are all scum.

Zhang Mo became more and more angry as he thought about it, so he simply asked Yang Shuo to call Lao Li.

He wanted to scold him and vent his anger.

Not long after, Lao Li came running over happily.

Before Zhang Mo could scold him, Lao Li himself shouted, "Master, something is wrong!"

Zhang Mo's face fell immediately, and he stared at him and said, "I'm fine. As long as you don't curse me, I can be even better."

Lao Li waved his hands and said, "Master, I didn't say you were wrong. It's the people below, the people below are wrong."

Zhang Mo said helplessly, "It's almost the end of the year. What trouble have they caused again? Did they fight over a thief again? I've said it before, if you want to catch someone alive, go to another county. If you can't change your bad habits, chop them up and use them as medicine."

Lao Li hurriedly replied, "No, no. Master, it's not a fight. It's a plague, a plague!"

"What the hell?"

Zhang Mo's eyebrows almost stood up immediately.

Yang Shuo next to him also looked at Lao Li with a weird look on his face.

"I told you to start a plague, so you did. Do you understand the metaphor, you idiot? Do you understand the metaphor?"

Yang Shuo's lips were moving, he really wanted to curse.

But at this time, in order to help Lao Li complete the plan of luring the snake out of the hole, he really couldn't say anything.

Oh, it's true that you are short-handed and short-mouthed.

Damn Lao Li, you are so deceiving!

Lao Li was still concentrating on his performance at this time.

"Chicken plague, it's chicken plague. It came too hard, many of our people were infected."

Zhang Mo was even more puzzled after hearing it.

"Evil cultivators, are they afraid of plague? Those people would like to sleep with the dead. Last time, I saw a guy who specializes in cultivating corpse poison, injecting poison into himself every day. The more poisonous it is, the happier he is. He hugs the corpse and kisses it all day long. I don't know how disgusting it is."

Old Li immediately replied: "It's a minority. After all, such people are a minority, Sect Master."

Zhang Mo said: "Really? I saw a circle of people waiting in line to kiss them."

Old Li felt that he couldn't make it up anymore. It was really a bit outrageous that the evil cultivators would be afraid of the plague.

Fortunately, there was Yang Shuo next to him, who immediately said: "Sect Master, maybe this plague is a little special."

Old Li nodded immediately and said: "Special, it is indeed special."

Zhang Mo still didn't believe it, and stood up and said: "Take me to see it. Don't wait until the whole county city is really infected. Lead the way!"

Old Li saw that the Sect Master really wanted to see it, and sweat almost fell on his forehead.

But there was no way, he didn't dare to tell the truth.

It was just a small thing to deceive the Sect Master. If he dared to say that he planned to use the sect master as bait, I'm afraid he would definitely not be able to keep his position as an elder.

Walking out quickly, Lao Li took Zhang Mo to the southwest courtyard of the county governor's mansion.

It turned out that this place was where the servants lived, and now it is also where the demon cultivators responsible for defense live.

As soon as he reached the door, Lao Li stopped Zhang Mo and said, "Sect Master, don't go in, be careful of the plague. And, this, Sect Master, wear it!"

Lao Li took out the veil hat that he had prepared long ago, which was a bit like a bamboo hat, with a veil underneath to cover the face.

This thing is to prevent the plague and cover the mouth and nose. Zhang Mo took a few glances, said nothing, and slowly put it on.

"How can you see if you don't go in?"

Zhang Mo asked.

Lao Li said, "I'll pull those patients out, and you'll know at a glance."

"Can you pull them out? The disease is not serious."

Zhang Mo was puzzled.

Old Li rushed in and called people: "You guys, hurry up, plague, plague!"

Of course, the people were specially prepared in advance, and as soon as the plague was mentioned. Immediately, several people began to act.

"Oh, I'm plagued!"

"Oh my god, I'm dying!"

Several people crawled out, shouting louder than normal people, and then began to perform various strange postures, wishing to make themselves into a ball.

"Uh, what are they doing?"

Zhang Mo said that the scene in front of him was difficult to understand. He had seen plague, but this one was really not like it, more like a seizure.

Old Li looked wrong, and whispered again and again: "What are you acting, chicken plague, chicken plague, do you understand?"

Several demon cultivators suddenly showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Chicken plague, right!"

"Oh, elder, you should have said it earlier!"

Then they began to perform confidently.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

"Chicken! Chicken! Chicken!"

Some were flapping their wings, some were calling to the sun, and some were running around in circles.

Old Li was completely speechless, and Zhang Mo was also completely stunned.

"This is not chicken plague, it's mental illness, it needs to be treated!"

Yang Shuo wiped his sweat and said: "It has to be treated, it has to be treated. Sect Master, you'd better not watch it. Be careful of infection. Lao Li and I will handle it. Don't worry, it will never affect the banquet, and it will never go to the county city. I guarantee it with my head."

"Really? Then you guys handle it. I don't want to see these chickens at the banquet, no, people!"

Zhang Mo turned and left with a strange look on his face.

Yang Shuo secretly gestured his middle finger at Lao Li.

Go to hell!

What a lousy thing you did!

Lao Li watched the Sect Master and Yang Shuo leave, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, it seems to have been passed.

Fortunately, fortunately.

The Sect Master didn't know if he saw it. Anyway, the Sect Master didn't expose them on the spot. Even if he saw through it, he probably wouldn't bother to say it.

Everything continued, the first purpose was to let the Sect Master wear a veil hat, so that he could find a substitute.

The second purpose was to spread the news of the plague, and then he and Yang Shuo could leave a loophole for those who wanted to assassinate the clan leader.

It was impossible to do everything perfectly, and he could only do his best.

As long as the news of the plague spread from the county governor's mansion, he was sure that the other party would take the bait.

Okay, the most critical level was finally passed, as long as the clan leader didn't get angry.

Staring at the "chickens" in front of him, Lao Li shouted: "Okay, a bunch of idiots, it's really bad luck for me to ask you to act. Get out of here quickly and spread the news for me. I want the whole county to know that there is a plague in the county governor's mansion and the defense capacity has been greatly reduced. Hurry!"

"Yes, elder!"

Lao Li left angrily.

The "chickens" looked at each other, and then began to blame each other.

"You're just a bad actor, what are you yelling about? You're just short of laying eggs!"

"You acted well, why don't you take off?"

"Why did you push me?"

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing!!"

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