In a mountain hollow.
Brother Huang recalled for a moment before answering, "After trade opened up, quite a few caravans from the Southern Border came here to do business. That coachman's surname was Zhang. He never said his full name. He'd been to Prefecture City once before, but he hadn't brought much stock, just two or three fine horses. Most of the rest were mules, draft cattle, and other livestock. I met him while walking around outside the city gates. We chatted a little, and his horses looked good, so I thought I'd buy some."
Hearing this, Ren Ye's spirits immediately sank.
First, the two breeding sheep carrying the Gu Poison had been given to them for free by the trading caravan, so the coachman surnamed Zhang who led it most likely knew something and could not be uninvolved.
But the transaction had been a chance one. The coachman had only visited Qingliang Prefecture twice altogether, which meant Brother Huang knew very little about him.
The Southern Border was vast, with its Ten Thousand Mountains. If that coachman hid in some remote corner, finding him would be like searching for a needle in the ocean.
What should they do?
Investigating the truth was certainly important, but their most urgent task was to stop the plague from spreading.
His thoughts clear, Ren Ye looked up and asked Old Wu, "Sir, can this plague be controlled with medicine?"
Old Wu, who had the looks of an eccentric genius, scratched the sparse, disheveled hair on his head and shook his head gravely. "We'll discuss that in a moment. Stand back first. I'll find a way to deal with these two sources."
"All right."
Ren Ye nodded and retreated several dozen meters with the others.
Old Wu first summoned a Ceramic Jar the size