Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Menggert looked into the distance. It was early morning, and he could clearly see the surrounding terrain.

This was a forest, a perfect place for an ambush, and it was impossible to see which direction the coprophags were escaping from.

Menggert turned to look at the thugs who came to rescue the coprophags, trying to judge from their behavior, but found that these people were just running away without any plan.

It is impossible to find coprophags based on their orientation.

Menggert tried to search through the ruts again, but found that the person who abducted the Coprophag was very cautious and left someone to clean the ruts and footprints. In addition, the view in the woods was not wide, so he did not have time to identify it carefully.

By the time he found the right mark, the carriage might have already left the woods and onto the road and started running wildly.

Menggert chased after several people, swept his crutches across his hand, and broke their legs, leaving more than a dozen people behind.

Each of these people looked like little copro-eaters, acting exactly like him, very similar. Although the pain of the broken leg was so intense that they couldn't help but scream in pain, after they regained their breath, they looked at Menggert coldly and resolutely refused to reveal any information.

Mengt looked at their eyes and stopped trying to use torture to interrogate them. This look was very familiar to him. It was the look of a fanatic. He had seen many of them in the Golden King City, and he was even one of them.

Menggert knew that it was the most difficult to get information out of such people. He couldn't even finish them off with the torture of the Golden Tree.

For the golden people, they are not allowed to return to the tree after death. This alone can make people tremble with fear. But these people, they even beg to be defiled, devoured by dung-eaters, and never be reincarnated.

Menggert killed these people, found a boulder to sit on, and accepted the fact that he had lost the Coprophagous Man.

He seemed a little lonely.

A blond figure walked behind him quietly with his hands behind his back, and suddenly patted his shoulder:

Hey, what's wrong? Where's the coprophag?

Mengt heard Lance Sanks' voice and remained silent.

Lance Sanks was still looking around, but he still didn't see the coprophagous figure:

Did you let him go?

Lance Sanks looked at Mongote. Without waiting for a response, he noticed the wound on Mongette's back.

Lance Sanks lifted up Mengt's cloak and helped him treat his wounds: You won't let him run away, will you? I gave you a chance.

His fanatical followers rescued him, Mongot said.

So powerful? Lance Sanks said, Can you kidnap people from a demigod like you?

I am brave and not afraid of death. I sacrificed many abandoned children and stole the copro-eaters away. Menggert said in a muffled voice, I am only one person and I have no skills at all.

Lance Sanks could tell:

You... aren't blaming me for leaving, are you?

Seeing Mengt's silent response, Lance Sanks laughed out loud: Didn't I agree that I would play the bad guy? It was just for that guy to see.

Lance Sanks held Mengt's head:

Are you so sad? Don't cry. Please give me a hug, sister.

Mongot pushed Lance Sanks aside:

I'm worried that those guys will be more unscrupulous. They have already openly attacked me. I don't dare to think about what they will do next.

Menggert covered his head: No, maybe it was because of the thought that he was so worried - the ideal of the coprophagous man is to fill the world with curses. No matter what he wants to do, the one who can interfere with the entire world is the big one. action……

A burst of pain interrupted Menggert's contemplation, and the wound on his back was treated by Lance Sanks - using dragon flames.

You too, why are you so fragile? A few rocks can hurt you. I didn't teach you the dragon thunder blessing, but you should use it. Lance Sanks complained while trying to stop the bleeding.

That's the prayer that Gu Long believes in. What I believe in is the golden tree. Menggert said, I don't want to learn.

Lance Sanks was angry: Your brother is still the son of gold. He doesn't mind learning new things. What are you struggling with? He obviously has the talent of a demigod, but he always restrains himself.

Menggert didn't respond and just sat there.

Lance Sanks saw that Mengt was not learning, so he took out a scroll and stuffed it into his mouth. It seems that as long as he eats the scroll, he can learn to pray.

The two people competed for strength and were engaged in another battle between the golden tree and the ancient dragon. The result was related to the dignity of their respective strengths, and they refused to relax.

Wuming rushed over at this time and saw Mengt and Lance Sanks holding the scroll in a stalemate, and he breathed a sigh of relief:

Okay, okay, you're fine.

Mengette heard the nameless voice and finally let go, but Lance Sanks took advantage of Mengette's release to pull out the scroll and hit Mengette on the head.

Mengt asked Wuming: How did you find him here?

Wuming said: There was some noise on your side, and someone said there was a fight. I was afraid it was you, so I came over to take a look.

Afraid? said Mengt. What do you know?

Wuming said: Those fans of Coprophagia may be involved, and I'm afraid they will come to trouble you. Coprophagia is quite powerful, and with those fans, you will be in danger - where is Coprophagia?

Wuming looked around but didn't see the copro-eater. He also saw several circles of cloth wrapped around Mengt's body and asked him:

Already ran away? Did the Coprophagia attack you?

The Coprophagians didn't take action—at least not with them, but they brought trebuchets and a lot of ballistae, Mongot said.

Menggert seemed to remember something and stood up:

This is a wilderness. They specially picked this place and escaped with the help of the cover of the woods. I'll first go to the nearby Rodel Soldiers' camp to see where they got the large siege equipment like trebuchets.

Wuming followed Menggert, exchanging information.

When Menggert heard the speculation that those fans might be trying to rob them to buy tickets, he could only comment that it was ridiculous.

Mongot found the catapult in a nearby camp, but the man responsible for it had disappeared.

It can't be someone from the dead, right? Wuming said.

No, Menggert replied, It still needs to be investigated, but I have a little guess - not a good guess.

What? Wuming asked.

I suspect they may also be fans of Coprophagia, Mongert said. His influence is growing.

Wuming said: I thought only people who were unhappy with their lives would like coprophags.

Rodel Soldiers may not be as happy as they want. Menggert said, The war was very difficult. Now that the war is over, and they have watched the royal city collapse with their own eyes, they have not seen the border area prosper. Many soldiers are confused.

But it still needs to be investigated, Mongot said.

After the investigation, what will you do if there is a traitor in the army? Wuming asked.

Executed to death and deprived of the right to return to the tree. Menggert said, The punishment of the golden tree is basically the same. It is very simple. Wear the corresponding shackles of thorns and accept the punishment prescribed by the law. We do not have as rich punishments as the volcano.

A loud eagle call came from high in the sky. Wuming looked up and saw a war eagle landing on his arm.

The messenger. Wuming said, taking off the letter box tied to the eagle's feet, taking a look, and put the note away.

Wuming said: The news from Se Lian, the comparison results are out.

How? Mengt asked.

The dust and soil on the hands of those fans is consistent with the soil where the deceased was located. Wuming said.

Menggert raised his forehead and said: It's really them...these people who actually regard people like Coprophagia as idols, and even do such things for this reason...

Wuming said: Find those people first and then talk.

Menggert said: I have sent my people to investigate the woods, and surrounded the woods to look for ruts. They paid attention to cleaning when they entered the forest, but it is impossible to do this all the way, that would be too slow. .”

Wuming nodded: Then I will wait for good news. Don't rush to kill people when you catch them. I also have something to ask them.

Several people waited quietly for good news for several days, but received no news.

Mengt stood in front of a wooden board with a map of Yatan on it.

Centered on the woods where the Coprophags disappeared, the surrounding terrain was marked. Menggert did not go alone this time. He directly asked Throsh for the army and guarded every intersection, but did not see any Prison van.

Maybe they abandoned the car, broke it into pieces, and scattered away. Lance Sanks speculated for Mengt.

As long as we can catch a few people, we can follow the clues and find their large army. Menggert said, But not a single person was found, which is a bit incredible.

Wuming was also staring at the map with Mengt. Neither he nor Serui said a word.

What do you think? Mengt asked Wuming.

Wuming gave a solemn response - long and leisurely breathing, the person who can make such a sound must have a very good sleep quality.

Wuming's breathing paused suddenly, and he seemed to wake up, with a feeling of confusion as if he was called by the teacher to answer a question while sleeping in class: Ah? Are you asking me? This question...

Lance Sanks picked up the small chalk tip next to the board and threw it on the unknown helmet, making a clanging sound.

We are all thinking hard, but you are lazy. Lance Sanks scolded Wu Ming righteously.

Wuming said: I have an external brain, you don't need me - Serui, what do you think?

Serui looked at the various markings on the map:

Rodel's soldiers are indeed very well-defended. Unless everyone in the group of people who rescued the Coprophagous Man is far above the average, it is impossible not to be discovered. And judging from the samples of several people that Menggert has left behind, They clearly don't have that average quality.

That's what's weird, Mongot said.

Out of these places, there's only one place that hasn't been looked at yet, Serui said.

Se Rui jumped off Wuming's shoulder, clasped his hands behind his back, walked to the board, stretched out his hand and was ready to point.

Se Rui found that he was too short and not tall enough, so his pointer was not clear. He patted Wuming's leg and motioned for Wuming to stand over.

Wuming lifted Se Rui up, and Se Rui pointed to the forest where the coprophagous man disappeared:

The most likely possibility at the moment is that they haven't left the woods yet.

Mengt frowned and murmured:

Quite brave.

Lance Sanks said: They all attacked the demigods, and of course they are bold. So this is a bet that if our search fails, we will remove the people, and they will have a chance to leave?

You will know after a search. Menggert said, I will dispatch another team of people to explore into the woods.

Wuming said: As expected of King Elden's son, his human resources are enviable. But this forest is not small, I'm afraid it will take some effort.

Menggert took a deep look at Wuming:

You brought it up, what do you want to do?

Wuming smiled: Why don't we let my people come and cut down the woods directly. This way they will have nothing to hide from, and we will be short of trees.

The abacus is a good one, said Menggert.

OK?

Both options have their own advantages and disadvantages, Menggert said. Can you ensure the safety of your employees and prevent them from infiltrating and escaping?

That's no problem. Wuming said, In the past, my caravan had to continue doing business under the covetousness of Suzhu hunters, and I accumulated a lot of experience.

Then it's your responsibility to find them as soon as possible. Menggert handed the matter over to Wuming.

As expected, Wuming was very efficient. The next day, they received news that the Coprophagous Man was discovered.

Are your people injured? Menggert said, Just leave it to my people next.

Wuming looked at the description of the letter with a strange tone:

I'm afraid your people are not needed. It's quite safe. Let's go take a look.

Won't the coprophag and his supporters resist? Or are you going to take action yourself? Menggert was a little surprised.

Here you go, come and see. Wuming said.

Menggert followed Wuming to the woods, bypassing many trees along the way.

Menggert looked at the giant trees passing by:

So deep? It doesn't look like the path you mentioned. How did the loggers find such a deep place? Aren't you looking in from the outside?

There was a gust of wind, Wuming said, They smelled it.

Menggert was confused, but soon understood what Wuming meant by smelling it.

I also saw the scene of safety that Wuming mentioned.

The prison car they had been looking for was sitting safely in the forest. Some weeds had climbed up between the wheels, and it seemed that it had not been moved for a long time.

The copro-eater was still in the prison car, just like the prison car itself, ugly, but very peaceful. If his body wasn't still heaving a little, you might have thought he was dead.

Near the prison van, a circle of people died, giving the prison van and the dung-eaters a foul stench.

Mengt and Wuming stepped forward to identify them, and they were roughly sure that they were the fans of the Coprophagia who robbed the prison van. They defended around the carriage in a radial shape, falling outwards with the prison van as the center. Their faces had long been rotten and their expressions were unrecognizable. .

No wonder we didn't come out of the forest. Wuming said, There's no one to pull the cart, so we can't come out.

Menggert looked solemn: Who did it?

I think there's no need to think about it, Wuming said. Everyone's falling direction was centered on the prison van. Their postures before death were completely unprepared, but the coprophagic ones were completely unprepared.

I killed them, the coprophag said in the prison van.

Oh? Wuming said, Killing relatives for justice? Killing people and silencing them?