Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Wuming was kicked down, there was no scream, only the sound of the wind.

Wuming disappeared at the bottom of the dark valley in the blink of an eye. A moment later, there was a crisp sound of falling to the ground, and then there was no sound again.

Isn't this...a bit too much? Tragus the Great Horn asked hesitantly.

Or can you really kick people down without hurting them? Ami looked at Patch with expectation, You are indeed a hero, and you have such ability? How do you do it? Gravity magic? Superb martial arts? Or someone What is the force of lightning on metal?

I think too much about you. Patch rolled his eyes, It's just that guy doesn't care about the injury.

Just as he was talking, the elevator suddenly started and slowly moved downwards.

Sure enough, it's okay. Patch clicked his tongue, That guy is difficult to kill, and he doesn't care about his injuries. He is a complete madman. I have kicked many people, but he is not that easy to die - even if he dies, I don't take it seriously anymore - —Oh, there is also a big guy like this, so the two of them are from the same origin.

Wait a minute. Tragus the Great Horned realized something, He is coming up in the elevator now.

Otherwise Patch didn't know why Tragus would say such an obvious thing.

Dajiao continued: The talisman is in his hand.

Of course he has the talisman, Patch said.

The heavily armored goat knight turned his helmet and stared at the giant golem not far away.

The golem's body began to shine with orange light, the meteorite on its body emitted a dazzling light of pyroxene, and the machine was waking up.

Several people looked at each other.

Run! Patch shouted and hid inside the temple that held the elevator. Go around these pillars and drag Wuming back.

A large golem arrow shot out from the giant bow and hit Patch. The dust raised almost buried him, and the earth shook and almost made him jump.

A single normal attack from a giant creature can produce an effect comparable to the Hammer of Tragus.

Several people used various methods to get around to the back of the elevator room. Tragus resisted several attacks to buy time for others, and then hid behind the house himself.

The golem's attack deliberately avoids the building carrying the elevator, like hitting a mouse through the legs of a table. It is cumbersome and difficult to attack them, but the aftermath of the attack sweeps across everyone's faces, which always makes people's hearts beat faster. Moreover, the golem's attack may attract Rodel soldiers. If the soldiers come over and Wuming doesn't arrive with the talisman, they will have to run away again as stowaways.

Everyone circled the pillar to avoid the attack of the giant golem, hoping that Wuming would come over in the elevator. They suddenly understood what Wuming meant when he said that the elevator was too slow.

The huge elevator platform rose, and the nameless figure could finally be seen from the platform.

An invisible force field enveloped the surroundings. The demons seemed to be appeased, and the light on their bodies began to extinguish. They returned to their original positions with stiff, mechanical steps, and continued to look at the royal city, as if they were eternal sculptures.

Wuming still didn't know that Pachi and the others were in a state of ecstasy just now. He rubbed his hands and arched his back, his eyes filled with anticipation:

I tested it, and it turns out it can't kill anyone.

Patch breathed heavily, calmed his heart rate, and said to Wuming:

It just won't kill you.

I believe that I can't kill anyone else. Wuming said.

Come on, don't try to enslave me. Patch refused.

Don't you think the elevator is too slow?

Patch hesitated for a moment and finally admitted:

It's a bit slow, but I won't be a human elevator.

Okay. Wuming said regretfully, I have to find another way.

Wuming waved his hand: Then let's go find the perfumer first.

Patch raised his eyebrows: Have you agreed not to go far away?

Wu Ming couldn't go far away because there were two troublesome people.

The troublesome person was present, and Wuming couldn't speak directly. He just looked at A Mei and then at the golden citizen.

He said: Isn't it okay?

Patch understood: What about the Volcano Mansion?

Wuming looked at Patch with the same eyes he had just looked at the troublesome person.

Patch gritted his teeth: You are so thoughtful.

Wuming hugged Patch's neck:

Don't worry, follow me. Why don't you worry? Those people at Huoshan Mansion won't do anything to you.

I won't feel at ease if I follow you. Patch sighed.

A Mei didn't react too well: Where are you going?

Patch explained: He is going to the perfumer to cure the bad omen.

Ami raised her eyebrows: What about my mission? Is no one going to kill Blood Finger?

I'm going - Before Tragus could speak, Patch covered his mouth, and then looked at Ami with the eyes that Wuming looked at himself, Just wait and wait, as long as we are by your side, there will always be a chance.

A Mei looked a little sad: Why is it that no hero can take the initiative? Why can't I meet the real king...

Wuming and the golden people both looked at Ami.

What are you looking at? Ami stared back at them, Have you never seen a beauty?

Amei is indeed quite outstanding in appearance, with a very beautiful appearance, exquisite and standard facial features. Her figure is outlined in a white silk robe, and her long hair has a light golden luster and is very smooth, like a pinched doll.

Wuming said: I have posted the mission for you. Just wait, there may be heroes in the front row to help you.

Ami was stunned: When did you issue the mission?

Just now. Wuming said, There is our camp under the big lift of Dickas. I used my information network to spread the news.

Wuming took out a scroll from the cloth bag.

After unfolding, it is a brand new Wanted Order.

The appearance of the dragon knight Blood Finger is vividly painted on it, and there is a text description below, describing in detail her strength and moves, as well as the location where she appears.

The last string of big numbers indicates the bounty of the mission.

There is also a line of tiny text below the bounty: If the caravan has insufficient funds, lost spells will be used as compensation. The warrior who accepts this task agrees to this clause by default.

Can this attract a real warrior? Ami looked at the portrait on the scroll intently, A real king never cares about money.

I originally wanted to draw you as well and say that I would reward you with a female priestess. Wuming said.

Why didn't you write? Amy said.

How can a truly strong man be moved by a woman's lust? Wu Yiming said sternly, That will only affect the speed at which they can draw their swords.

Really? Amy was confused.

Wuming said: Actually, it's because most of the powerful faded ones are accompanied by witches. I think if they are really listed, they might not come.

Ami felt inexplicably resentful: Okay, you are right. Those bastards don't care about anything after they have a witch. Obviously I have paid a lot...

Anyway, just wait with peace of mind. Wuming said, You see what the poem says, when the heroes grow up in the iron cradle, the brave hearts will go to visit the almighty gods as before. Before that, instead of It is better to sleep peacefully than to wade alone.”

You can also read poetry? Patch looked sideways.

Hmph, I'm no longer the rough guy who only knew how to fight and kill. Wuming raised his head proudly, I am now a cultured person and a person of status!

Wuming greeted the others:

Walk around, go find the perfumer, and save the bad omen.

Why do you want to find a perfumer? Why do you want to save Bad Omen? The golden people who had always been silent suddenly spoke.

Although his appearance is no different from other golden people, his narrow eyes reveal meanness and xenophobia, but the emphasis in his words is very calm and solemn.

The perfumer is a well-known herbalist. Wuming said, He is a scholar.

The Golden People stared at Wuming calmly, waiting for his further explanation.

Wuming said: In other words, we are literate people - we literate people need to communicate with each other.

The corners of the Golden People's eyes twitched and they turned their heads slightly, as if any words Wuming said were no longer worth listening to.

Patch smiled: His reasons are just a few: to build a good relationship with the perfumer, use the perfumer's influence to build a good relationship with the royal city, and open up business routes; he is interested in the perfumer's herbal medicine, Prepare to do business; he will save the evil omen.

Why save the bad omen? the golden people asked again.

That's an invincible good guy, nothing weird happens to him. Patch disagreed.

Patch said, realizing something, looking at the golden people and smiling:

That's just his idea, I don't care. You golden people are probably very resistant to bad omens, and you want to kill him quickly, right? I advise you not to project your resentment onto that guy, it's meaningless.

Patch looked at Wuming who was walking at the front with high spirits:

That guy grew up in the cradle of malice. He has probably been desensitized to that kind of emotion for a long time. You can't change his mind in that way.

The Golden People said nothing and followed the large army in silence.

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Outside Stonewell, during the bridge construction project, Fan Lei was hard at work digging and moving. As an ordinary worker, he was contributing to the completion of the bridge.

Fan Lei seems to cherish his hard-earned limbs, using them to exert his strength, and from time to time he will hum songs with his recovered mouth.

Fan Lei's songs are full of exotic style and are very popular among colleagues on the construction site.

In addition to working with the prisoners of war to build bridges, he usually helped Greg deal with the corpses and wounded on the battlefield.

After the war, blood roses were everywhere. Fan Lei collected a large number of blood roses and planted them in one place without knowing what to do.

It seems that everything has returned to normal, and even the war prisoners who are workers live a dull and hopeful life.

pity……

Fan Lei glanced at the two figures in the distance, turned around to work, and the kind expression on his face twisted for a moment.

Veteran O'Neill, and Bloodfinger hunter Yura.

As two people who contributed a lot during the lord's war, they were treated politely in Stonewell, and they were treated as guests - that is to say, they could have enough food and clothing without having to do any work. For Fan Lei, who only had to work to have food. It is undoubtedly a thorn in the side.

Of course, this was just an inconspicuous reason. Fan Lei knew that he was being targeted by these two people.

Greg has been targeted since before his identity was revealed, maybe even earlier.

They want to find a way to the Blood Dynasty from themselves. Fan Lei was keenly aware of the other party's intentions.

The two of them worked in shifts, and the surveillance was never relaxed for a moment.

Fan Lei was glad that he had been forced to keep his mouth shut some time ago, and he was constantly thinking of ways to separate the two of them.

He has found a way to return to the Blood Dynasty and meet the Blood King directly. As long as he can separate the two of them, he can implement his plan with peace of mind and return to the Blood Dynasty again.

As long as one person is removed, one person cannot monitor oneself seamlessly.

Fan Lei kept waiting, wondering where the world would be without these two old men.

Until recently, he finally waited.

A wanted poster flew to Stonewell, from Patch's store.

As Stonewell's most important ally, Wuming's commission naturally spread throughout Stonewell as quickly as possible.

Both Fan Lei and Bloodfinger Hunter Yura received the news.

Are you leaving? veteran O'Neal said.

Iron Hat nodded, Yura said:

The reason why I stayed with you was to find traces of Eleonora. Now that I have clues, I need to find her.

O'Neill looked at Fan Lei in the distance with a tangled expression.

Yura smiled: Just continue to look at him.

Can you do it alone? O'Neill said.

Yura pointed to his chest:

With your golden needle, at least my condition is much better.

O'Neill insisted and asked: I ask you, can you do it alone?

Yura was silent.

The voice under the iron hat is getting older:

'Pure Purple Blood Finger' Eleonora, she is a rare genius... I could feel it when I hunted dragons with her. She can slay giant dragons by herself and silently pursue the power of dragons. Naturally, I It’s far inferior to her.”

Then you're not going to die? O'Neill said.

I'm going to wake her up. Yura pulled out a long knife like a clothes pole, Wake up that stupid woman who is crazy about cursed blood.

O'Neill took another look at Fan Lei in the distance and made up his mind:

I will go with you.

No, this is my mission and has nothing to do with you. Yura said, This is your chance to find clues to your master, and you can't ruin it because of me.

Yura pointed to his chest:

My life has been extended because of your master. Although my body has entered an old age, I feel that I am at an unprecedented peak. If I join the competition with you for several days, I may not lose.

Yura vibrated the sword, the blade groaned softly, and then put it back to his waist.

You tightened his iron hat and left alone:

Goodbye, old friend.

Yura left.

From then on, O'Neill could only monitor Fan Lei alone.

But it was also on the same day that Yura left that O'Neill discovered that Fan Lei's unchanging whereabouts began to change.

He began to run more frequently to the garden where the blood roses were planted, and more frequently transported the flesh and blood of the blood roses into the garden.

The veteran saw this and couldn't figure out what Fan Lei was up to.

After all, he was alone, and it was difficult for him to monitor Fan Lei all the time. Every time he woke up from his nap, the veteran had to quickly search for Fan Lei's whereabouts. Fortunately, Fan Lei did not do more than start planting flowers. The veteran has gradually become accustomed to this kind of sleep-deprived life.

This life continued until Fan Lei disappeared.