At the Low Mountain Courtyard, Chen Mu sought out Old Hao to ask about the situation.
"It's never been this lively in previous years." Old Hao frowned, puffing away at his pipe.
"This year is a bit unusual. Even the carefully tended medicine fields haven't been spared." Old Hao was deeply worried as well.
"How did you deal with it before?" Chen Mu asked.
"There are beast-repelling powders, deterrent artifacts, and you can also raise Mutant Beasts to fight and hunt them."
"Like Supervisor Song?"
"That's right." Old Hao nodded. "I heard Supervisor Song raised Strange Insects back then to assist with Medicine Planting and cultivation."
"Even now, Supervisor Song still often collects Strange Insects to tame."
Chen Mu could not help nodding.
That red Insect Cloud that had once covered the sky had truly opened his eyes.
"Our little patch of land isn't worth using artifacts on."
"Buy some beast-repelling powder, then patrol, drive them away, and kill them yourselves." Old Hao exhaled a puff of smoke helplessly.
"Fortunately, the ones coming in are all ordinary herbivorous Mutant Beasts."
"Otherwise, we'd have no choice but to run."
They had only enjoyed peace for a few days.
Chen Mu's expression darkened as well.
"Looks like I'll have to make a few more patrol rounds at night."
Three days later, deep into the night.
On the west side of Low Hill, within the newly rented ten-acre Yellow Sprout Rice Field.
A bronze bell rang with a deep hum.
Dozens of fist-sized Red Fur Rabbits immediately staggered around as though drunk.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Black-Red Pellets the size of soybeans flew through the air.
The rabbits, whose fur was as tough as metal, were instantly shot clean through.
"This little bit of meat isn't even enough for one bite, and they're