957. - A Difficult Feast
"What's going on?"
Village Chief Cui heard the commotion in the village and hurried to the entrance of the ancestral hall to look outside. After one glance, he immediately hunched his neck and ran back, staring eagerly at the scale in Li Bai's hand. "What a treasure, what a treasure!"
His eyes narrowed, and he looked completely bewitched.
"Hey, hey! Wipe your drool!"
Li Bai kindly reminded him, then casually stuffed Qingyao Demoness's scale back into his pocket.
Since he had already taken it out of the Storage Ring, whether it was in his pocket or not made little difference to its effect.
"Ah! Hehe, sorry, sorry!"
Village Chief Cui finally returned to his senses after being called out. He awkwardly wiped his mouth.
The fact that even all the insects in the village had been frightened out by that "dragon scale" proved beyond doubt that it was a treasure.
If such a "treasure" guarded the village, then perhaps the entire village would never again be troubled by insects. They could even save on pesticides, which would be another considerable expense.
As he thought about it, he quickly wiped his mouth again, afraid that drool would involuntarily spill out once more.
He couldn't think about it anymore. If he did, he might make a mistake.
Money moved the heart, but treasures moved it even more.
The medical team leader, Doctor Sun Shuhui, also looked outside the ancestral hall a few times. He then walked two laps around the courtyard, and, having confirmed that he really couldn't see a single lively insect, muttered, "There really aren't any insects left."
Only then did he once again examine the pocket holding Li Bai's green scale with suspicion and ask, "Did that whatever-you-call-it dragon scale of yours do this?"