"Go get someone to drag him out."
The third senior brother hurried into the herb field, but had not run far before he too collapsed in a fit, breaking a large patch of garlic seedlings.
The disciples were all in an uproar.
The Ancient Immortal was furious.
"Damn it, what's going on?"
He threw aside his tablet, jumped into the herb field himself, and pulled up his third disciple, only to find him still trembling and convulsing, eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth.
"This... this isn't from being harmed by the poisonous garlic..."
The Ancient Immortal looked down at his feet.
Sizzle~
The mud underfoot was sparking with blue electric arcs.
He looked at the new machines buried in the field, then at the large generator rumbling at the field's edge, feeling the relentless surge of electricity at his feet!
"Are these machines... leaking electricity?"
He dropped the disciple in his hands, bent down, and pulled a poisonous garlic from the soil.
