Shen Hao's eyes widened as he said in a deep voice, "Think carefully before you speak. Why do you suspect it's a plague?"
Plague is a major matter in any world, and even mentioning the word lightly can bring serious consequences. The accusation of spreading rumors is enough to doom most people.
Wang Wu, although submissive and timid, was not particularly afraid. He said, "I saw what a plague looked like when I was a child. It looks the same."
"You're not from Jingxi?" As far as Shen Hao knew, there hadn't been a plague in Jingxi for many years.
"Mm. I grew up in Jingzhong. Back then, a plague broke out there—that's why we fled here, so I remember it very clearly."
A man who had witnessed a plague—these words carried some credibility. But Shen Hao showed no reaction, only motioned for the Guard to give Wang Wu some broken silver, then boarded his carriage and returned home. However, the word "plague" continued to echo anxiously in his mind.
