Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Seeing how nervous Patch was, Wuming himself waited with anxiety for two days before Latarn finally contacted him again.

The calculation has been completed, and we can probably determine the time and place of landing. Latane said, The shape and size... still need to be determined. I have never seen it before.

What shape? Wuming asked.

Like a loaf of bread, Latane said. Or, like a ship.

When Wuming heard the words, he raised his head slightly with a solemn expression.

He recalled Patch's earlier words of worry.

Can this news be kept secret for now? Wuming said immediately.

No, this is a big deal, and it is a big deal that can only be dealt with by the Golden Dynasty and Kallia working together. Latan said.

You didn't break the stars alone before. Wuming said, At least that's what the legend says.

There is also my beloved horse. Latarn touched the pony on his crotch, But this time the stars are bigger.

How old?

It's three kilometers long and one kilometer wide, Latane said.

Wuming thought for a moment, imagining something of this size pressing down from the sky.

It's indeed not small. Wuming said.

Not small? It's not just small. Latarn said, Judging from your tone, I know you haven't fully understood it. If something of this size falls from the sky, it can destroy half of the border area. If If it hits the golden tree, the golden tree may be destroyed.

so serious?

When you were at the East Asia Altar Divine Grant Tower, did you ever look at the scenery under the tower, the coast composed of cliffs in the eastern part of the royal city? Did you notice that the shape of the coast is curved. Latarn asked.

It seems to have an arc. Wuming recalled, You want to say that it was caused by the collision of stars, right? But are our stars that big this time?

I don't know, I haven't experienced that stone, nor have I experienced such a big stone this time. Latarn said, Maybe it won't be that powerful, but if it falls in the wrong place, it won't matter if it falls in the city. It’s enough to wipe out a city.”

Have you found the landing point? Wuming asked.

After calculation, it will fall on... Galid. Latan said.

Then you are really unlucky. Wuming said, Can you change the location?

Okay, I'll lead it to the Wailing Dunes, Latane said.

I thought you were going to talk about smashing the Ionian swamps.

In that case, corruption will spread all over the border. Latane said, I will ask the people from Red Lion City to move to Nimugefu in advance. I hope you can tell the lord of Nimugefu.

Just say hello to Neferi. Wuming said, On the other hand, you guys, do you have time to hide?

One month is enough, Latane said.

There's still one month left. Wuming relaxed, I thought it would fall tomorrow.

Then you have no idea about the vastness of the starry sky. Latan said, One month is already a very short time.

There is so much time, enough for you to prepare.

It's not that easy. I have experience intercepting stars, but I have never seen stars of this shape before. We have no idea what kind of star children will be born from them. Latarn said, When the time comes, I hope you will Can help.”

Wuming stretched out his palm: 50 to 50.

What?

I want 50% of the share of the crystal mine mining mentioned before.

Taking advantage of the situation.

This is just betraying my fighting power. I am also a poor worker. How can I compare to you demigods who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths.

I'm holding a pyroxene spoon. Latane corrected him, Okay, I promise you. In fact, if you can really intercept this meteorite, you don't have to be so fussy about it.

It's better to be careful. Wuming cut off the communication and went to find Patch.

There's still a month left before it falls, so there's really no need to worry. Wuming thinks it's better to let Patch do the work.

I went out and asked around, but I couldn't be sure. No one knew where Patch was hiding.

It seems that we can only use ritual magic to find it.

Wuming dug out the stock of worm silk that the caravan had not yet consumed, prepared the rune treasure, hung it on a pole, sat on the coffin cart, and swung it around to lure the spider out of the hole.

After a while, Patch showed his head and followed Rune. Chongsi pulled him a little, and Pachi followed him for a while. When they got closer to the car, Wuming upgraded the thing on the fishing rod and tied one of his buttocks upwards. As expected, Patch got closer. Finally, Tanis was placed on the roof of the car. She sat on the roof of the car, looking graceful and graceful, with her long hair blown by the breeze. Skirt, revealing toned calves. A handful of spices floated out from his legs, and Patch got into the coffin car smelling the smell of cumin mutton.

There are no sweet beauties in the carriage, only a suit of armor.

Wuming grabbed Patch and told Patch the information about Latarn.

It does sound like a boat. Wuming said, What do you know? Are we going to run away?

After listening to the unknown report, Patch stopped struggling and fell into deep thought: How big is the boat?

Three kilometers long. Wuming repeated.

That might be okay. Patch relaxed, Something of this size might really be a meteorite.

“Isn’t shape the important thing?”

Three kilometers, the wrong size, it won't be that powerful. Patch said easily, with a completely different attitude from Latane.

Then let Latarn worry about it. Wuming said, You come and worry about this with me.

What? Before Pachi could react, Wuming dragged him back to the roof of the car.

The carriage continued to drive and reached a somewhat remote place. Halfway there, the Golden People could still be seen stationed, but soon only Rodel's soldiers were left encamped to guard the place.

Wuming greeted the soldiers, moved on, and arrived at his destination.

No wonder there are so many soldiers guarding it. Patch lay on the roof of the coffin and looked into the distance.

A series of prison cars were grouped together, and through the iron fence, you could see that they were packed with various prisoners. Since prison cars are not as spacious as sewer cells, many people are almost forced into a car, with their arms squeezed between their thighs and almost no room to move.

Curses, groans, and the strange noises caused by disease are endless, and the stench mixed with sweat and blood fills the tip of the nose.

Is the person you are looking for here? Patch had heard about Wuming's plan and knew that he wanted to find a prisoner to be the chief singer of his song and dance troupe.

Patch was also a little curious as to what kind of singing voice could make Wuming so persistent.

He found it in the deepest part of the prison van.

The fecal eater was put into a prison car alone, and was separated from other prison cars at a certain distance. The closest ones to him were also the prison cars of mixed-breed evil omen prisoners.

Just seeing this layout, Patch felt that it was not simple. He seemed to be able to see a sea of ​​blood seeping out of the prison van. Patch was ready to smell the smell of blood.

Why does it smell so bad? Patch asked.

As Patch passed the Son of Omen's prison van, he could also smell the stench caused by chronic illness and life in a cage, but it was not as strange as the smell now.

Very fresh, very pure and rich.

Why do you think people are called copro-eaters? Wuming glanced at Patch.

Patch didn't expect that he would be insulted as soon as they met him. He smelled him before he saw him.

How can I be a singer? Who wants to stand under the stage of such a guy? Patch said.

Maybe. Wuming said, This guy likes filth. Volcanoes like filth. The golden people may not be able to accept filth.

Patch frowned, and got out of the carriage with Wuming, walked to the coprophag's prison car, and finally saw the true face of the coprophag that always appeared in Wuming's mouth.

Patch immediately saw the sun badge hanging on the Coprophagian's chest. The coprophag was sitting cross-legged in the filthy prison van, seemingly in a deep sleep.

Don't tell me that you wanted to recommend him because of that badge. Patch said to Wuming seriously, You are sick.

No way, I'm not happy with him wearing the badge of the sun. Wuming said, But I can't take off his clothes. I just think he seems to know how to sing, and his voice is very...influential?

You mean contagious.

Yes, yes, it's infectious. Wuming said, But I don't understand it very well, so I asked you to control your eyes.

Patch stretched out a spider leg and knocked on the iron bars of the prison car, making a clanging sound to wake up the coprophags.

Patch said: I heard that your voice is very contagious?

Infectiousness? Coprophagia was still a little confused after just waking up. When he heard what Patch said, he immediately said with a smile,

That's right, we want to infect them, make them sick, taint them, and curse them. Hundreds of curses come into being, and thousands of children of the curse are born. After that, tens of thousands of people are affected by the curse. The descendants of the curse multiply endlessly, and from them, several more existences like me are born - endless killing, defilement, and blessings.

Patch turned around and looked at Wuming in disbelief:

You want to release this thing?

Singing, the key point is singing. Wuming quickly explained.

Patch turned around helplessly and tried to communicate with the copro-eater:

I heard you can sing?

Singing? The coprophagic man broke away from his obsession with his grand plan, I can.

Can I hear it? Patch asked.

You can listen to my fart. The coprophag suddenly hit the fence of the prison car, making a loud noise. The force was so great that he knocked the prison car to the ground, I will also defile you and kill you!

Separated by a wall, Patch looked at the ugly armor, not afraid, but frowning.

How can we cooperate? Patch asked Wuming.

If he's so cooperative, he won't stay in jail. Wuming said, Perhaps with good guidance, he'll be obedient.

Let me eat, let me defile, let me curse the whole world! The coprophag was still roaring manically in the cage, biting off his own tongue, and spitting a mouthful of blood onto Patch.

Patch's spider body dodged lightly, and the blood fell to the ground, showing a sickly faint yellow color.

Patch thought for a while: Then give me a high note that will destroy the whole world.

Oh, that's not bad. The dung-eater rubbed against the iron railing and laughed.

The copro-eater grabbed hold of the two rails with both hands and took a deep breath. As if to let the air out of his chest more powerfully, he pulled open the fence of the prison car and let out an earth-shattering but inarticulate roar.

Those vague words seemed to be curses and curses on the world.

In the prison carts surrounding the Coprophagous Man, the Sons of Omen and the Hybrids blocked their ears one after another, and the cart drivers who came with them also showed pained expressions.

Tanith didn't react at all, but she looked at the coprophagous man in surprise.

And Patch, who was closest to the coprophagous man, was overturned immediately, not by the air wave, but more like an insect curled up into a ball after death.

After a while, Pachi came back to his senses and got up tremblingly.

How is it? Wuming looked at Patch with some worry, Is it really not possible?

Wuming didn't have much confidence in his own aesthetics, so he wanted to ask Patch for his opinion. Seeing Patch's reaction, Wuming's heart became a little cold.

Patch shuddered hard, as if to squeeze out the chill and aftertaste from his body.

What a terrible technique, just a random roar based on momentum. Patch said, Don't talk about other things, just this voice should be sentenced to prison.

I didn't choose well? The ring finger picked at the seam of his helmet, like an apprentice waiting for comments from his mentor.

His technique sucks like when you experiment with new dishes, Patch said.

Is there such a bad thing? Wuming was a little embarrassed.

And why did he escape? Patch looked at the prison car that had a large hole for one person, and looked around, Aren't the guards coming? Even if you don't want to hear his voice, you can't be so incompetent.

He won't escape. Wuming reassured Patch.

Sure enough, after the manure-eater finished yelling, he broke back the steel bars and retracted into the prison car.

What does this mean? Patch couldn't understand.

Wuming explained to him: He thought he was a bad omen, and he thought he should go to jail if it was a bad omen, so he stayed in jail and couldn't come out.

Child? Patch looked at the coprophag in surprise.

Forget it, if you think it won't work, let's look for it again. Wuming was a little disappointed, I originally thought it would work this time, but maybe my aesthetics just isn't good enough.

Wuming turned and left, walked a few steps, but didn't hear Patch turn around.

Looking back, he found that Patch was still standing where he was.

What I'm saying is, his skills are terrible, horribly terrible, Patch said, but I can kind of understand what you see in this guy.

What? I don't even know what I'm looking at. Wuming said, I just have a vague feeling.

It's just the feeling. Patch said, This guy's voice is horribly bad, but the emotion it contains is also frighteningly rich, as if it's overflowing from a deeper place. Although his skills are bad, the quality of his voice is very good. Gao, it’s okay to yell like that.”

Tanith also said: This person has the feeling of a volcano.

Patch glanced at Wuming:

You seem to judge his singing by his soul.

Wuming didn't even understand: Is it okay?

That's okay, Patch said. He's too full of emotions.

Is it powerful to be full of emotions? Wuming asked.

Patch smiled: This is a talent. Many people don't have this talent. Once you have emotions, all that's left is to build planks on the invisible bridge - it's very easy.

Will it be easy? Wuming said, Don't it sound very troublesome and difficult?

It's just a metaphor. He just needs to make up for his skills, Patch said. As long as he makes up for his skills and has the right songs and instruments, he should have a bright future.

Making up the skills... Wuming muttered.

I'll do it, Patch said, I'll pack him for you, and you can leave it alone. You can't figure it out either.

Are you okay? Wuming asked.

Let Tanis help me. Patch winked at Wuming, Look at my producer Patch, I'll pack it up for you. Even if he's a puddle of excrement, he'll turn it into gold for you.

Isn't there gold in the excrement at the junction? Wuming said.

That's right. Patch looked at the copro-eater, He is just a piece of shit containing gold. Just use his sharp emotions to pierce the hearts of the golden people, right?

Patch knocked on the iron fence: Come out and follow me to practice your voice.

What kind of shit are you? The dung-eater looked at Patch with murderous intent.

You are terrible at singing, let me teach you. Patch said, Forget about other things, do you understand abdominal breathing? Stop puffing out your chest to show how big your breasts are. Just like a curse frog. Same……