Old Yaman is leading his family to catch bugs. This is a physical job that is unimaginable to ordinary people. He is hunched over in the cold and wet fields, checking each wheat seedling one by one, and crushing the damn bugs as fast as possible, like
After working like this all morning, Old Yaman's third son Shaan went on strike.
"I've had enough. I'm freezing. I've killed hundreds of bugs. When will it end?"
"Shut up, you idiot!" Old Yaman scolded, "How could I have given birth to you, idiot! You can't do anything well!"
The eldest son Kurten couldn't bear it anymore: "There are tens of thousands of bugs in this field alone. We have more than 20 fields. When the wheat is harvested, we won't be able to catch all these bugs."
"Killing a bug can save a wheat plant. These wheats are the basis of our survival!" Old Yaman scolded the eldest son loudly, then turned to Sha'an and yelled, "Don't take off the cowhide on your hands, otherwise it will bite you."
One bite will hurt you to death!"
Before he finished speaking, a sandworm bit through the cowhide and bit Old Yaman's finger.
"Oh my god!" The bone-chilling pain hit him, causing Old Yaman to sit on the ground. "What, what's going on?"
He was too old, and the pain was obviously beyond his endurance. The sons hurriedly helped their father. On the way to the hospital, old Yaman passed out.
When he arrived at the hospital, he did not receive timely treatment. This had nothing to do with discrimination. With his outstanding farming performance, Lao Yaman and his family had already won citizenship. However, there were too many people bitten by the bug today.
The agricultural officer led all the farmers to start an insect-catching operation. In just one afternoon, more than 400 farmers were bitten by the sandworm. All the doctors, including Imma, were helpless. Only Camilla could save them.
.And Carmilla has to face the most complicated witchcraft to expel the poison of the insects into the Borderless Land.
At dusk, after learning the news, Reggie immediately stopped the insect-catching operation. The anxious agricultural officer quickly explained: "Sir, we can't stop. We must catch all the insects while they are still small.
When they grow up..."
"What happens when you grow up?" Reggie smiled and took the flamethrower from Swindell's hand.
"Oh my God!" The agricultural officer turned pale with fright. "Sir, do you want to burn all the crops? This is not a good idea. I have calculated that as long as we catch all the insects within a month,
, we can save at least 70% of the food supply, sir, please don’t be impulsive, please don’t be impulsive!”
Reggie pointed the flamethrower at the sandworm that bit him.
"Do you know the consequences of offending the lord?" Reggie smiled sinisterly, "Accept the sanction!"
Reggie added pressure to the barrel, and a mist was sprayed from the nozzle toward the insects. The insects struggled violently for a while, and then died.
"What is this?" the agricultural officer looked at Reggie in surprise.
"Dichlorovinyl phosphate," Reggie said with a smile, "I call it the poison that makes all enemies fear it, or dichlorvos for short!"
"You want to spray poison on our crops!" The agricultural officer was very smart. He understood Reggie's intention, but he could not accept Reggie's idea. "If you do that, our crops will not be edible."
"There will be a little residue, but most of it will evaporate and will not pose a fatal threat to people." Reggie looked back at Swindell, "You already understand the method. Whether you can mass-produce it depends on your ability."
"Give me three days," Swindell agreed. "As long as there is enough urine wax, it shouldn't be a problem to make a hundred pounds a day."
"Let the farmers have a good rest," Reggie smiled, "and let these damn bugs live for three more days."
…
At dusk the next day, the exhausted Camilla came to Reggie's castle and threw herself into Reggie's arms.
"I risked my life for you, you must reward me!"
In the past two days and one night, Camilla has rescued a total of 531 farmers, which makes her a well-deserved goddess in the eyes of farmers.
"Tell me, my favorite healer," since Imma was not nearby, Reggie became bolder. He put his arm around Camila's waist and said with a smile, "What reward do you want?"
Camila coquettishly said: "Don't think you can send me away with just one kiss. I also want to give you a child like Grace did."
"Really?" Reggie showed an evil smile and slowly slid his hand down Camila's waist.
"I really want to," Camilla said, but she flinched a little at the critical moment, "but I'm really exhausted and I don't even have the strength to give birth to a baby."
"We can make some preparations for having a baby first. I am the one who contributes. In fact, it is not very hard for you..."
"Stop talking about this!" Camila punched Reggie. "I heard that you are going to spray poison on the crops. I advise you not to do it. If everyone in the city is poisoned, there is nothing I can do.
Save them."
"The poison will slowly dissipate after killing the bugs," Reggie gently carried Camilla to the bed, "I know how to control the dose and how to deal with these bugs. Have a good sleep, my little witch.
, when you regain your energy, we will discuss the matter of having children."
Camila tilted her head and looked at Reggie: "I really don't understand who you are. You are omniscient and omnipotent, you are extremely smart but extremely stupid."
Reggie lowered his eyes and said, "Why do you call me stupid?"
"You shouldn't have let the Hades Wizard live, nor should you have indulged that Queen Bayer again and again. You shouldn't have been so kind to your people, they won't be grateful to you..."
Camilla fell asleep, and Reggie covered her with a blanket. Under the candlelight, Reggie reopened the ancient book, and he seemed to have found the origin of this insect in a passage in it.
"The original body of the filthy seed is a worm, and the same lineage of its original body is still there. There are tens of millions of people who like to eat rice and destroy countless fertile fields."
…
The young man who had just finished drinking blood returned to the farmhouse, saw the rising sun, and showed a proud smile.
"My father once said to me that when I have the courage to look directly at the sun, I will have the power to conquer the world."
The waiter leaned over and saluted: "I have never met the great King Komocha, but I believe what he said is right."
"That's not entirely true," the young man shook his head and said, "I often looked directly at the sun on the Bloodfall Continent, but I didn't get any power, because that power belonged to my brother. When he conquered the Bloodfall Continent, he took
I drove out, and he asked me to chase those damn dragons, because the Bloodfall Continent belongs to him, and only he has the power to conquer the world. He just wants me to get away as far away as possible."
The waiter didn't know how to respond, so he could only laugh and said: "The continent of Origino is destined to belong to you."
"I thought so at first," the young man sighed, "but I lost the first battle on this continent. I was tied up in that damn mountain and stayed in that damn cave.
Nearly a hundred years!”
"It's all over, my king."
"It won't pass, I will never forget that memory," the young man stretched, "Close the windows, the sun is really dazzling."
The young man fell into a deep sleep. He was using ancient methods to restore his body. Give him another two years and he would become the evil king of this continent again, King Mandasa.
At noon, Mandasa suddenly woke up. He tore up the quilt and pillow, hugged the pillar beside the bed and roared loudly.
The waiter was at a loss. He did not dare to approach the mandasa. The crazy mandasa might kill him at any time.
Mandasa endured it for a long time, but finally vomited out all the blood he drank last night.
"Someone is killing my people!" Mandasa gasped, "The green-haired devil, he is killing my people!"