During the busy farming season, the countryside was abuzz with activity, and Xuan San was no exception. He had been racking his brains and had finally come up with a method for revenge.
At this moment, in the most remote small mountain village of White Stone Town.
Xuan San looked at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, his eyes emitting an unusual glow.
He had purchased it at a high price from Beijiang. Inside was blood extracted from a plague patient.
It was summer, and many households drank directly from raw water sources. By pouring the blood into the river, the plague would gradually spread.
It wouldn't take long before White Stone Town, and even Ning Tian Mansion would be infected with the plague.
And the Imperial approach to dealing with plague was to burn the city if it couldn't be cured; by then, no one would be able to escape.
Qin Longyun, Qiao Duo'er, Wind Liyang... all these people would be funeral offerings for Silver Moon!
