Mu Jian said, "Take me to have a look at where you left those three chickens."
"Alright, okay!"
The villager also seemed to think of this possibility, his face turning frighteningly pale, even his voice carried a slight tremor.
When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, there was no trace of the dead chickens, only a pile of feathers remained.
The County Magistrate smiled bitterly, "It's fate..."
Mu Jian suggested, "My lord, I advise that you report it early, so that the people of Nanfeng Country refrain from consuming poultry during this period."
"Alright!" The County Magistrate nodded, "I shall begin preparations, as for the patients, I leave it to you, Senior Mu!"
Mu Jian nodded, offered a few words of comfort to the villager, and then led a group of people to the gathering place of the patients.
