Usually, it was QingWu causing trouble for others, so her sudden premonition that she was about to have bad luck left even Xiao Chenyuan curious.
"What kind of bad luck are we talking about?" he asked.
QingWu shook her head. "I can't say for sure... probably just some sneaky ghosts plotting against me."
Xiao Chenyuan frowned slightly but saw that she didn't seem too concerned, so he didn't press further.
The southern ridges were heavily affected by the disaster, and according to the Seventh King's assessment, the situation near the county city was already considered relatively mild.
The locusts had flown through the area before, but only in small waves that were still manageable to kill off. Farmers in the fields were now racing against time, desperately trying to salvage whatever crops they could.
The further south they traveled, the worse the devastation became. The fields were stripped bare, not a single blade of grass in sight.
