Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Rhea Lucalia is located at the east gate in the north. The majestic gate and the magic array of equal height are like an eternal solid wall. The magic power forms a dense mist, embellishing the gate with a hint of mystery.

The seal rejects all those who try to enter the academy, whether they are apprentices or invading enemies.

Or a large caravan full of fragrant flowers.

Wuming and Asmi sat on the largest carriage at the front of the caravan, looking at the sealed gate in front of them.

It's coming. Wuming said, leaning over again and falling on Asumi's lap.

Asumi's knees swelled up, forming a soft pillow whose curves perfectly fit the helmet, protecting Wuming.

In the sealed mist, a figure gradually became clear.

With the sound of tracks and wheels, a generous puppet was spit out from the seal and rolled slowly in front of the large caravan.

The caravan waited for a moment. The puppet's three eyes lit up, and the tracks on its four legs rotated in opposite directions to each other, driving the body in circles.

The six arms were also dancing wildly, and every palm and finger joint on the arm was clicking back and forth, as if they were adapting to the new body.

It's really much more convenient to have hands. The puppet made a female voice.

Are you Se Lian? Ashmi asked while sitting in the car.

It's Jiao Xiao Serian. Serian insisted on her name.

Welcome. Ashimi separated the pillow from his legs and got out of the car to greet him. I will be responsible for escorting you.

Se Lian's three eyes moved back and forth, looking at Ashmi:

Interesting, you don't seem to be human.

How did you find out? Asumi turned around and looked down at her flying skirt.

In order to cure the cursed blood, I specially made some see-through functions. Se Lian stretched out an arm and pointed at his eyes, Although your body looks like a human body, it is not a real human body.

You are very discerning. Ashmi said, I am an artificial life.

That guy didn't lie to me. Se Lian said, You seem to have a high level of intelligence.

Thank you for the compliment. Asumi said.

What about the scroll? Se Lian said, Did Wuming tell you about it?

Ashmi returned to the carriage, groped around Wuming's body, and took out a scroll:

This is it.

Give it to me quickly. Se Lian excitedly stepped forward to get it.

Ashimi didn't stop him, but there was a monster that got in the way.

Can you respect me a little? Can't you even see me? A dry voice sounded from one side.

Ashmi and Serian glanced at the roadside at the same time.

On the roadside not far from the sealed gate, there was a small table. On the table, there was a shriveled, skinny, and extremely old lady.

The old lady wore a clergyman's crown and a silver necklace. Although the clothes on her body had been baptized by the years, it could still be seen that their texture and color were quite noble.

The old lady held a big cane full of bells and supported half of her body hanging in front of the table. One foot was still hooked on the cane, sitting in a wild posture.

Untie your fingers. Se Lian recognized the man's identity.

Seeing that she was finally noticed, the old lady did not retaliate, but looked at them happily:

Show me your palms. I can see your destiny.

I can see it too. Se Lian said indifferently, Just watch the stars.

Hmph, the fate of the stars is just a rough seal, not delicate at all. The old woman pointed her finger and said, I can see your personal fate by looking at your palms. That is the fate of life.

Not interested. Se Lian said as he turned his crawler feet to leave.

I can see clearly whether you can become the king! The old woman Jie Zhi shouted, wanting to prove her ability.

Se Lian didn't take the old woman's bluffing words seriously, but Ashmi was more interested and handed it to the old woman.

Can you see your destiny by looking at your hands? Ashimi was curious. Can you see whether I will become the king?

Of course, everyone has palm prints, which predict a person's destiny. The old woman's eyes had almost disappeared, and she carefully stroked Asumi's palm.

Oh, they are quite delicate and full of scars. They are really a pair of hands with a story... The old woman with finger-clipping sighed in the excitement of finally touching her fingers again.

Suddenly she stopped talking, and squeezed Asumi's hand carefully, and even touched her arm disbelievingly.

Where are your fingerprints? asked the old woman.

Ah... I forgot to do it, Ashmi said. The boss only emphasized to me the burns on my palms and didn't mention any fingerprints.

How could this happen... The old woman Jie Zhi was beyond surprised, her mind seemed to have been burned by Asumi's words.

Interesting. Se Lian walked over with a smile, Show me too.

The old woman Xie Zhi seemed to be grasping for a life-saving straw, and immediately grabbed Se Lian's mechanical arm.

This time, the old woman Jie Zhi's face turned even more ugly.

Are you kidding me? said the old woman.

I'm not kidding you, I am this body, and you insist on seeing my fingerprints. Se Lian rotated her wrist 360 degrees, I'm also very curious about Hui, who can change his body at will. Stone magician, can your so-called interpretation of the fingers that is more powerful than the fate of the stars work?

Se Lian's other two hands made a helpless gesture:

Now it seems that it is not possible.

She was deliberately angry with the old lady. When she heard that the old lady despised the fate of the stars, she couldn't help but want to sing the opposite.

No, that's not the case. The old woman's voice was hoarse and dry. Your destiny has been changed. Something has changed your destiny. As long as you are still at the junction, your destiny has been fixed and you are destined to Leading to the visible future. But your palm prints disappeared, and someone changed your destiny...some...power from outside the junction.

That's the star. Se Lian said, It seems that Jie Zhi is still no match for the fate of the starry sky.

Let's go. Ser Lian greeted Asmi and got into the motorcade.

In the carriage, the man covered in iron was sleeping soundly.

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On the Yatan Plateau, Trisha had finished taking care of the injured Rodel soldiers, returned to the caravan, and once again took good care of the hybrids and the Sons of Omen.

Although Wuming promised to support him, facing the unsolvable omen problem, he could not imagine any new method for the moment.

He understood too little of the tainted nature of omen.

We can only try new herbal formulas based on some of the new prescriptions and materials brought by the caravan, and continue to make analgesics to relieve the pain caused by bad omens and malignant lesions of hybrids.

Trisha took away the pus-stained bandage and disposed of it. On the way, she met the golden citizen who had been staying in the caravan.

The Golden People were leaning on a boulder, staring at Trisha.

Why do you want to save the Son of Omen? The Golden People asked Trisha, with obvious hostility in their voices.

Trisha was silent for a moment, thinking about how to answer.

Herbalists are highly respected in the royal city, while the Sons of Omen are hated by the Sons of Gold. And malice can always easily defeat respect and love.

Trisha knew that the Golden People hated the Children of Omen, so what could be said to lessen their malice?

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure it out.

In line with the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, Trisha said:

Whatever someone asks me to do, I will do it.

The owner of the caravan? said the Golden People.

Trisha smiled: The boss has the greatest order. Please don't resent me, please don't curse me.

These words are thorny. Children of evil omen will be abandoned by their parents when they are born, and their ugly hard horns will be cut off. Most of the children of evil omen will die in the process, with great sorrow. Pain and wails.

There is always taboo in crying and death.

These words are the words that adults say when they pray to the young children and innocent souls who have their horns cut off and cry and die in blood and pus.

But after hearing these words, the Golden People showed no anger, and just gave Trisha a deep look.

After Trisha finished handling the bandage and left, the Golden People took out a knife from his arms and sharpened it on the rock he was leaning against.

Millicent was also sharpening her knife, using a sharp piece of golden gravel.

When will the teacher come back... Millicent frequently looked at the end of the road, hoping to see the majestic motorcade again.

You really like your teacher. Letina lay on the giant wolf and chatted with Millicent.

When the teacher comes back, we can move on. Millicent blushed, We can also move on to the Holy Tree.

We can leave by ourselves. Letina said playfully.

The teacher's caravan can definitely be faster, Millicent said.

You really trust him.

Trust is mutual. Millicent said, The teacher also trusts me. Remember, we put the teacher in a coffin before.

Remember, you cried so sadly.

Millicent said: That was the teacher placing his consciousness in the distance. I thought afterward that it was a sign of the teacher's absolute trust in me. The teacher was willing to hand over his undefended body to me and let me take care of it. This is trust. Performance.

Millicent looked rosy and looked proud.

It seems your teacher is back. Letina looked into the distance, using her archer's vision.

Millicent quickly turned around and saw the new convoy approaching, with the eclipse flag waving.

Millicent immediately stood up, sheathed her sword, and went to greet him.

Then he saw Wuming lying on a woman's lap, sleeping soundly.

The woman was extremely beautiful, so beautiful that Millicent felt a little ashamed of herself.

It feels like... Letina followed on the wolf, He seems to trust a lot of people.

Millicent was suddenly left with only an afterimage, which flashed across the giant wolf Rob's body in an instant. When he reappeared, there was already a fur ball in his hand, and he stuffed it into Letina's mouth with his backhand.

Oh, Rob's hair loss is so serious. Letina, please help him deal with it. Millicent patted Letina on the shoulder and skipped to the carriage.

Are you the rescuer invited by the teacher? Millicent looked up at Asmi, Then please put the teacher down first and go rescue Mr. Yura first.

I am the rescuer.

A crawler-footed doll got off the carriage behind, pulled Millicent away:

You're Millicent, right? Your teacher mentioned it to me - come and help.

Help? Millicent was pulled further and further away by the puppet in a daze, seeing that the carriage Wuming and the beauty were moving away.

Se Lian nodded: I heard that your knife skills are good and your equipment is suitable. Come help me cut my flesh - where is that person?

There's no need to be so anxious, right? Millicent said, Mr. Yura's condition is relatively stable at the moment.

I see you were very anxious just now. Se Lian stared at Millicent with her eyes behind her, Why are you not anxious now?

Millicent was speechless, so she had to take Se Lian to the perfumer's camp. In a tent, Yura was lying inside with shackles on her limbs.

Millicent introduced to Se Lian:

Mr. Yura's injury is stable, but occasionally his body loses control and his strength is extremely strong. In order to prevent hurting others, he restrained him first.

Normal. Se Lian said, Things like cursed blood flow and explode in the blood vessels, bringing powerful power. It's like a machine full of explosives in the blood vessels, making your movements stronger and intoxicating to the Blood Fingers. No. But generally this process will also damage the body, causing the body to gradually collapse.

Se Lian's arm flashed past, and the fingers on his hand stretched out a sharp blade, cutting Yula's skin, revealing a drop of bright red blood.

The blood exploded after contacting the air for a moment, making a loud bang.

How to cure it? Millicent asked.

Bloodletting. Se Lian said, Have you never heard of bloodletting therapy?

Is this really possible? Millicent said. I'm worried that he will be too weak to die, and the blood will explode when it is released. How do I do this?

If he is still conscious, I would suggest that he give up this body directly. Se Lian turned his flexible arms, It is most convenient to change the body.

The flexible arms grabbed Yura's limbs, lifted him above his head, and walked out of the tent petitely.

Jiao Xiao Serian said: But since we don't have this condition, we can only rely on blood transfusion and superb knife skills to achieve it.

The petite Se Lian suddenly began to transform, and the main body of the short and fat body folded and unfolded, turning into an operating table. The head was split open, three eyes were on the edge of the console, and six hands surrounded Yura.

The changes in the petite Se Lian shocked other people in the camp, and the perfumer and the Son of Omen came over curiously.

Just in time. The operator spoke, Perfumer, you are responsible for drawing blood and diluting it.

Trisha was also watching and was stunned when she heard Se Lian's words:

Let's draw blood?

Don't you know how? Se Lian asked.

It's a bit better. We often need to extract body fluids. Trisha said, If you can transform and move freely, you might as well go to the other side. This is where the Son of Omen and the hybrid rest. The rest of the caravan is probably not If you are willing to come, and if you actually come to draw blood, the risk of infection is not small.”

Others? Se Lian's eyes rolled around and looked around, Can't these Children of Omen be used?

Them? Trisha said, Are you kidding me? They are the Children of Omen, and the blood on their bodies is tainted curse blood——

Trisha suddenly stopped talking, seeming to realize something.

Yes. Se Lian took over his words, The blood on them is all cursed blood, which is a slightly lower concentration of cursed blood. The source of power that the Blood Fingers are intoxicated with comes from the same source as the blood on the Sons of Omen. .”

Trisha's mind seemed to be filled with cursed blood, and her ears roared.

Trisha threw herself on the operating table with a respectful attitude: Then can you treat the son of ill omen? Do you know anything about hybrids?

I haven't studied it, Se Lian said. I only know a lot about the nature of cursed blood, and I don't have much research on the phenomenon of evil omen that coexists with cursed blood. But maybe you can try it - do you want to treat these children of evil omen? ?”

And the hybrids, Trisha said.

Hmm...an interesting subject.