In the low mountain courtyard, Chen Mu asked Mr. Hao to inquire about the news.

"It wasn't so lively in previous years." Hao Lao frowned and smoked.

"There's something wrong this year. Even the carefully tended medicine fields have not been spared." Old Hao was also worried.

"How did you deal with it before?" Chen Mu asked.

"There are animal-repelling powders, shock and deterrent magic tools, and it can also tame alien beasts to fight hunting and killing."

"Like Song Prison?"

"right."

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