"Compared with being humble, I am still far behind Mr. Zhuge! Hahahaha..." Situ Huanye said with a hearty smile.

"Hahaha..."

…

At night, the two lit a bonfire in the wilderness, and Situ Huanye roasted a hare. After eating, they arranged some spices to prevent wild beasts from attacking, and then fell asleep.

It wasn't until the next morning that Situ Huanye woke up due to the movement around him. It was Zhuge Liang who had already gotten up.

"Brother Situ has a very strong sense of perception. He is so alert even when sleeping." Zhuge Liang said with a smile.

Situ Huanye smiled and yawned: "Haha, you can't help yourself in the world..."

"Haha, a good man can't help himself in the world. It's such a famous saying through the ages!" Zhuge Liang was stunned for a moment, and then he read it deeply, and felt that this sentence was more and more meaningful...

Ashamed...

Without saying a few words, the two of them rode on the road...

It was almost noon when Situ Huanye suddenly had an idea in his heart, so he pulled the reins and stopped in place.

There must be that elixir around here!

"What's wrong? Brother Situ?" Zhuge Liang asked.

Situ Huanye's eyes were still searching around and he replied: "Mr. Zhuge, I seem to smell the elixir! Please help me take a look..."

This sentence... is naturally made up...

"Oh?" Zhuge Liang was also surprised, how can a human nose be so smart!?

After getting off their horses, the two of them looked around.

As if there was a feeling pulling him, Situ Huanye walked straight towards the spiritual grass.

There were a few weeds in front that looked very different from the surrounding land. Situ Huanye stepped forward and pulled up the spiritual grass. He immediately heard the reminder of the magic leaf's reincarnation in his heart: he had obtained the mission item - the spiritual grass that cures the plague.

At this time, Zhuge Liang also walked to Situ Huanye, looked at the spiritual grass in his hand, thought about it carefully, and then said: "This is indeed a spiritual grass, a magical medicine that can cure the plague. If you get the plague,

, as long as you take the medicinal soup made from this herbal medicine, you will be cured within a month."

Plague... spiritual grass...

Hopefully things won't be what I imagined...
Chapter completed!