Just as Sun Shijie was about to enter the house, Xiao Feng stopped him, saying, "Wait a moment."
"What else is there?" Sun Shijie asked impatiently, his silver-gray eyebrows furrowing.
"Do you have more of the substance that gives off this smell?" Xiao Feng went straight to the point.
"I do, but what do you need it for?" Sun Shijie asked quickly.
Xiao Feng answered, "It's to make the villagers leave the village. Otherwise, how do you think a stranger like me could persuade all the villagers?"
"Makes sense!" Sun Shijie nodded, wasting no more words, and handed over a slender wooden tube, similar to a "blowgun" seen in films, along with a small bottle resembling a wind oil essence.
"This small wooden tube is what produces the overwhelming smell. When using it, just give a light blow—not a suck—because inhaling it into your body would cause big trouble." Sun Shijie handed the two items to Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng raised the porcelain bottle in his hand. "What about this?"
