Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

The investigation in Hucun is over, and Wuming and others are also preparing to return to Yatan. It is time to pay wages and pursue wives.

The Hu Village project was finalized, and Wuming was very satisfied with this guaranteed profit-free deal. He was planning to send someone over when he passed by the Dickdas Lift Camp.

Hurry up, hurry up, I can't wait any longer. Wuming urged Melina, Patch and others.

Melina also obediently obeyed Wuming's wishes - she mounted Toret and ran all the way north.

Patch also got on the spirit horse and rode Torret with Melina.

What about me? I haven't mounted my horse yet. Wuming looked at the dust in the distance and pointed at himself.

You can't sit in Torret, so run away. Patch said.

Yeah, aren't you in a hurry? Melina said.

Why is this? Wuming cried and chased Yanchen, We are partners, our bond is here!

As the words passed, the sound of horse hooves slowed down, the smoke gradually dissipated, and Thoret really stopped.

Good brother, you really still care about me. Wuming ran over happily.

I saw a group of people blocking the road ahead. There was also a big tree that had been knocked down and was lying in the middle of the road.

This group of people were of different shapes and costumes, holding their own weapons and looking at Patch and the others with unkind expressions.

It turns out he didn't stop for me. Wuming said.

It's a bond, Patch said. Of course, this kind of thing should be shaken as far away as possible.

The robber opposite finally couldn’t stand it anymore:

Hey, can you respect us? Treat us like we don't exist?

Jie Dao? Wuming looked at Patch.

How else could I have come to stop you and ask you to try some food? Patch looked at those people with disdain, This is a demihuman's business, it's really out of style.

Didn't you do this before?

Be careful what you say. I am now a member of the Volcano, a rebel, and the most brutal group in the border area. Patch crossed his arms and looked very proud.

What's the comparison? Wuming said, The rebels are superior to the robbers?

They have to have us tattooed on them, Patch said.

Bragging—— Wuming looked over and found that behind the group of people, a person who was vaguely an important figure was wearing a thick apron. The apron was painted with slender branches running through the apron, and on the branches were The red snake surrounding it is quite similar to many of the volcanic decorations and beliefs.

You really have tattoos on you. Wuming said, Then can you speak well? Let them get out of the way.

Patch rode the spirit horse, stamping his iron hooves in the air, and jumped lightly over the fallen tree stumps.

I don't even know who this tree stump is trying to stop? Patch stood confidently among the thieves, Ask your boss to come out and speak. I am the rebel of the volcano. If you come out and meet us, I won't go on a killing spree. .”

The robbers showed no signs of weakness and drew their swords at each other:

You were the one who dismantled our trap?

Trap? What trap? Wuming asked.

Stop talking nonsense, you know what you did. The thieves said.

Wuming was helpless: There are people like this. They don't explain anything clearly, and they think everyone is who they think they are. They never think that others may not care at all about the things they are struggling with.

These people should be poachers, Patch said.

Poacher?

Poachers of pots, Patch said. Live pots are very valuable, so naturally there are poachers.

The pit that stuck Alexander before. Wuming remembered it and suddenly realized, The magic power of the living pot is indeed very tempting. They are all people who want to use the magic power of the living pot just like us.

In the spirit of exchanging experiences, Wuming discussed with the poachers their methods of utilization.

How did you use the magic power of the living pot? Wuming asked.

How do we know? The poacher was impatient and a little strange, Anyway, if the master wants it, we will do it, usually just break it into pieces. The whole pot is such a waste of horses, there is too much useless rotten meat in it …”

Wuming shook his head repeatedly after hearing this, losing the desire to continue communicating.

What a waste of natural resources. Wuming said to Patch, Let them leave.

I advise you to show some respect to us. The poacher said, This is a huge industry, from Ningmugefu to the Snow Mountains. What you want to kill is not us, but the entire live pot industry chain. You Do you want to make enemies of all degenerate perfumers?

Seeing the poachers speaking with great force, Wuming was frightened and looked at Patch: Are they telling the truth?

I don't know. Patch also showed timidity. If it is really as big as they say, it should be related to the volcano.

Is there any contact?

I don't know, I didn't even go deep into the volcano before you.

Rebel? Wuming imitated Patch's proud look just now and stood with his arms crossed.

Patch's face was a little red and he glared at Wuming:

Speak less nonsense and think more of solutions.

The poachers saw the hesitant Pachi and others and smiled proudly:

We don't want to embarrass you. You have a lot of stuff on your horse. Take it out and share some with the brothers. Once we share things, we are brothers, so naturally we won't embarrass our brothers.

Wuming ignored the poacher and thought for a while:

It's actually not difficult, just ask.

Ask who?

Tanisi, and our perfumer. Wuming said, It just so happens that you have to return to Yatan quickly.

Then let's fight quickly. Melina had already become impatient. She took out her dagger and looked at the poacher coldly.

You go first, leave these people to me. Wuming said, I have thought of a way to speed up the process for you.

Is there any way? Melina suddenly had an ominous premonition, We are going north, not up.

That's to the north. Wuming took out his staff, I'm thinking that since Torret can move quickly with the help of soul airflow, if the airflow becomes more agitated, it won't be like a boat traveling in a fast river. Has it made a thousand miles?

Wuming raised his staff with a smile and pointed the tip of the pyroxene at Thoret's butt:

Sit still, look at my - spirit! soul! excitement! flow!

A thick torrent of magic power surged out from the staff, drowning Pachemelina and Torrett, and the three of them disappeared in the blink of an eye. The turbulent air currents caused the land along the way to split into two parts like ocean waves.

You did it on purpose! Patch's scream came from the distance.

As you said, stay away from me. Wuming covered the sun with one hand and looked happily at Pachi and the others, who had long since disappeared.

He put away his staff and clapped his hands to the poachers with a pleasant expression:

Okay, let's talk about it - what you call business, the conflict of interests between us. I think we can definitely discuss a plan that satisfies both of us.

The poachers all raised their weapons, aiming at Wuming, their arms trembling.

Threatening us, right? the poachers said, We are not afraid!

How could it be a threat? Wuming put away his weapon and raised his empty hands, I think that although you are using the live pot very extensively, it is not impossible to take both into account.

Wuming raised a finger:

You want fragments, and the pot will indeed break. That's why we need the pot master. The pot village will definitely produce pot fragments, but there will be fewer.

That's not a lot less, the poachers said.

So we need to increase the number of living pots. Wuming said, Living pots are cultivated from human flesh and blood. As long as there are enough human corpses, enough pots can be born.

Wuming smiled:

Need bodies, lots of bodies.

The poachers swallowed and looked at each other. The companionship of poaching together for many years made them immediately understand each other's thoughts.

Almost at the same time, all the poachers turned around and fled in all directions, disappearing in the forest.

When escaping, he did not forget to say harsh words:

Just wait, we will come back.

Wuming stretched out his hand to block it, but he no longer knew what to block.

It seems there is a misunderstanding. Wuming regretted, I was also thinking about whether we could increase the size of Hu Village... Forget it, we will talk about it when we have the opportunity in the future.

Wuming was about to return to Yatan when he saw that the fallen perfumer who had been standing behind the poachers had not yet left. After the poachers ran away, he suddenly became prominent.

The perfumer noticed Wuming looking over and said:

Interesting idea, where do you want to get so many corpses?

The cemetery. Wuming said matter-of-factly, Is there any place with more corpses than the cemetery?

The fallen perfumer laughed:

This is something that is taboo in the Golden Dynasty. You are hindering the 'return to the tree'.

It's really taboo, and I'm taboo too, Wuming said, So I'm looking for you poachers. I don't want to go to the cemetery, but since you are willing to poach, you should be able to rob the tomb.

Nameless said to the fallen perfumer:

You want to cooperate?

Let's talk about it later when we have the opportunity. The fallen perfumer turned and left, quickly disappearing into the forest.

Weird person... Wuming muttered, opening his helmet to reveal a huge gap, through which he could see the scenery in front and behind, and then stretched out his hand to scratch the vaguely exposed white cervical spine.

But soon Wuming stopped paying attention to the fallen perfumer who behaved strangely, and focused on the current difficulties——

How am I going to get back to Yatan, walking... Wuming lamented, and ran along the road, wearing a full body armor.

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I call this the Platinum Cage. Isn't it interesting?

Inside the Volcano Mansion, deep in a dark room, a man whose body was badly damaged and casually wrapped in rags was putting his hands on La Ya's shoulders and introducing something to her with a smile.

In front of the two of them, there was a large hamster cage, with a big-headed frog-like platinum child rolling around inside, driving the wheels.

The man pulled La Ya and stood in front of the cage, squinting his eyes: Did you feel the cool breeze? This thing can also be used as a fan. Unfortunately, here in the volcano, there are either iron maidens or snake people who are not afraid of heat at all, so I had to hide in the snow. ”

Laya looked at the Platinum Son in the cage. White foam was constantly being thrown out of his wide mouth, and the originally pure black eyes had completely turned white.

Oh, I'm not rolling my eyes. The man introduced to La Ya, The blood of the Platinum Sons is white. This is a sign of bloodshot eyes. It looks like they have nebula. It's interesting, right?

Laya took a step back, bumped into the man, and became a little unsteady:

What felony did he commit?

Felony? They didn't commit a crime, the man said.

Then why do you torture them like this? Laya asked.

To make them suffer, the man said.

La Ya looked at the man in horror.

The man said: Pain, despair, resentment... can bring all kinds of powerful power. Lord Rakad needs these powers.

Is this the secret hidden in the volcano... Laya murmured, closing her eyes tightly and not looking at those things. She asked the man, What I want to know is your so-called snake man's birth ceremony. Why are you showing me these? ?”

Before you taste the main course, you must have an appetizer. When you reveal the truth, you must have a foreshadowing. The man's fingers passed through La Ya's human-shaped illusion and scratched her scales, Foreplay is very important, my child.

I just want to know how I was born. Laya said with her eyes closed.

The man sighed: It's really not cute - well, I'll tell you.

The man took La Ya all the way to a church.

The interior and exterior of the church are filled with red candles, and the decoration is all red, giving it a strange pagan feel.

I was here last time, Laya said.

I know, I see it, the man said, but you only took away the amniotic membrane and didn't continue, which made me look forward to it in vain.

I...I didn't find any other way. Laya was at a loss.

The man walked to a side door of the church and called for La Ya to come over.

The ground lifted, sending the two men upward.

So there is a ladder here? Laya was surprised, I didn't see it at all.

Stupid child. The man led La Ya through many remote places, You have also seen that we will torture all kinds of people. From their pain and their wails, we discovered a lot of power. These powers are also The power necessary to realize my king’s great wish.”

They are too pitiful... La Ya thought of those Platinum Sons.

Poor kids, you actually feel sorry for them, the man said.

What's the meaning?

Usually snake people don't sympathize with humans. After all, their looks are very different. The man said, Obviously, kid, you didn't get a normal education. Even the Platinum Son can sympathize with it. It's not as good as a human being, it's just a little bit humanoid. That’s all.”

La Ya whispered: Maybe it's because my mother is also a human being...

The man glanced at Laya:

By now, you should have realized the fact that Tanis is not your mother.

Laya said: I believe my mother loves me, and she must have her reasons. I just want to find this reason...

Now that you have found a reason, you can forgive her? The man laughed.

I have never complained about Lady Tanith in the first place. Laya argued, I just...want to know my origins and why Lady Tanith abandoned her own principles and lied and concealed...I want to speak from the bottom of my heart. , call that adult ‘Mother’ again.”

The man's lips curled up into a smile:

As I said before, my king Larkard, your father, needs power that can rival the golden tree. To do this, he needs all kinds of power. To induce despair, and letting the epilepsy spread is just one of the ways. But making snake people is another way.

La Ya bit her lower lip. This answer did not shake her mind. She already had a vague answer in her heart.

Where are we going? Laya asked.

Go to the audience hall to meet your father. The man smiled, It will be easier to understand if you see it with your own eyes. And you haven't met your father yet, right? The great king, and your biological mother.