Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Brynis's headless body stood there for a while, and then collapsed to the ground. Blood mixed with flesh and brains gurgled out from the seven orifices and flowed out along the hole on his neck.

Patch was shocked when he saw the unknown killer: Did you really kill him?

Wuming clapped his hands: As you said, wasn't what I did what everyone expected? This is a just act!

Looking at Wuming's righteous words, Pachi's expression looked a little solemn, and his eyes were uncertain, shining with an inexplicable light.

What's your reaction? Wuming was dissatisfied, I'm just solving a competitor.

Patch glanced at Rohm in his hand:

Do you want to solve this problem too?

I'll save the person first. When he wakes up, I'll ask them if they have any bills or anything. Wuming said, These two places are in chaos.

Wuming muttered: But if the chaos is like this, why don't Nefeli and Man Yue care about it...

Wuming didn't think much about it and went back to heal the wounded.

But what Wuming didn't expect was that there were more wounded people in the factory than he thought. While he was treating them, another wave of wounded people were carried out.

Why are there so many people in this factory? Wuming asked the worker.

The boss said that the ground is precious, and it is best for machines and people to be compact. The worker replied in a muffled voice, carrying the injured person aside.

Are there many more people? Wuming asked.

I don't know. It's hard to see clearly at night, so we're still searching and rescuing, the worker said.

Wuming thought for a while, then released a few warm fireballs in the air, and told the workers to carry the injured to the side of the fireballs. He also entered the factory, preparing to fish out the people first.

At the same time, he did not forget his boss's style, took out the disk, and contacted the employees for treatment.

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The perfumer's ward was filled with smoke and the smell of various herbs mixed together.

Amidst the smoke and grass, many patients of various shapes lay in the ward, being carefully cared for by the perfumers.

In one of the beds, a perfumer and two attendants were holding the patient down, preventing him from getting up.

The patient's eyes were burning as he struggled and yelled.

The crazy wandering businessman was suppressed to the ground and kept roaring.

Where are Hierro's eyes? the perfumer asked the attendant. He is even more crazy.

No more. The entourage said, The supply chain in the Lake District is broken. Hierro Eyeballs are now in very short supply. We don't have enough stock.

I'm not crazy! The wandering businessman had a ferocious expression on his face. His hands were suppressed and he could only control the muscles on his face to ravage his eyeballs with his eyelids. I'm not crazy, he is crazy! Rom is crazy. ! Everyone is dead! The corpse is talking... everyone will die!

The wandering businessman's eyes widened, and his madness seemed to be uncontrollable and about to burst out.

A peaceful and sweet fragrance floated into the room.

Michaela walked into the dim room, and the lavender aura accompanied her body and enveloped the wandering businessman.

The crazy businessman's eyes that could not be closed finally became heavy, the dim light in his eyes dimmed, and he soon fell asleep.

Thank you. The perfumer finally breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Michaela. As a doctor with a high status, it is inevitable to learn about Mikaela's existence when dealing with patients.

Michaela shook her head: Nothing.

The discs on the doctor and Michaela vibrated at the same time.

Serui's image appeared in mid-air:

Unnamed summoned healers to go to Stonewell to treat a group of wounded people.

At the same time, pictures and basic conditions of the injured were shown to the doctors.

Where's Stonewell? asked the perfumer.

A map appeared, marking the location.

Here is... Michaela murmured.

So remote, the perfumer said.

Se Rui nodded: Our teleportation gate is not arranged here, it is a long way away.

Michaela said: I'll go, I'm quick.

Michaela turned around, swaying her blond hair, and disappeared around the corner of the ward.

Detached from Asumi, Mikaela's consciousness was directly projected to the vicinity of the factory.

When she arrived at the factory, Michaela saw the condition of the injured with the help of many people's eyes.

Hearing people's wails and moans, Michaela frowned as she watched.

Wuming was carrying a few wounded people out.

What's going on? Michaela asked.

There was a fire in the factory and the employees were burned. Wuming was not surprised by Mikayla's speed, But can you treat it?

The effect is not that good, but it is enough. Mikaela stood in front of the wounded, shining golden light, filling the wounded with vitality and healing the burns on their bodies.

From the nameless perspective, an ordinary worker was directly hypnotized, walking to the injured like a puppet on strings, and using clumsy movements to release the recovery prayer.

Even if the prayer is released through a puppet, the effect is significant enough, and the wounded heal quickly. The golden light even spread into the factory, stabilizing the condition of the wounded inside.

As expected of the Holy Tree Michaela. Wuming saw how powerful Michaela's treatment was, and he became more confident in saving people.

Michaela's eyes were focused on the wounded around her, looking for anyone who was too seriously injured and needed intensive treatment.

Then his eyes caught sight of a headless corpse nearby.

This... Michaela hesitated.

It's Brynis. Patch responded, Can't you recognize it?

I see... Michaela nodded, This is his factory?

Yes. Wuming carried a person out and clapped his hands, Okay, there should be no one else. This is the last one.

Wuming thought of something, picked up the burned child, and showed it to Mikaela:

This child's finger was twisted. Can you treat it?

Michaela squinted her eyes, looked at the child for a while, and shook her head: I can only stimulate people's original vitality. This severed limb seems to have been a long time ago, and this place is far away in Nimgefu, so I am just a phantom now.

Okay. Wuming took the child back.

Michaela added: But Nimgefu doesn't need me. Isn't there a person here who is proficient in limb replacement?

Yeah, I forgot about him. Wuming slapped his head, Look at my zombie brain.

Michaela smiled and suggested:

Why don't you go to Stone City now, find Greg, and borrow him? This kid shouldn't be the only one here with a broken limb.

Wuming asked: Can you draw a portal? It's quite remote here.

It's not precise enough to control others like this, Mikayla said.

But didn't you control the wandering merchants to draw a magic circle and release them before? Wuming was puzzled, Why is it not accurate enough now?

Probably because... Michaela paused and pointed to the wounded in front of her, I have to heal others. It's difficult to be distracted.

Okay, I'll make a run. Wuming used projection magic to notify Stone City, asking Greg to get ready, pack his things and go out, and go to pick up the person himself.

Wuming left, and Michaela rescued people. The workers around him experienced a fire, and they were exhausted and leaned aside to calm down.

Boss Patch, how are you going to deal with that wandering businessman? Michaela suddenly spoke and started talking to Patch.

How do I know? It depends on Wu Ming. Patch said, He has already killed one.

What do you think? Michaela asked.

In my opinion? Patch grinned, In my opinion, kill them all.

When Michaela heard this answer, she nodded and said thoughtfully:

For Boss Patch, it is a very common sense idea, but why are you... afraid now?

How perceptive, Son of God, Patch said.

Michaela asked: What are you afraid of?

Patch laughed, but did not answer:

I don't really want to talk about this kind of topic with someone who can sense my emotions. Goodbye.

Patch waved to Michaela:

When Wuming comes back, just say I'm back.

Aren't you going to take Roma away? Michaela asked.

When Wuming comes back, it's none of my business what he wants to do with him. Patch said, and a few white threads spurted out from the golden armor's chest, like a nail net, and tied Rom to the ground. If anyone comes near this net, their hands will be cut off.

Pakhi also leaves.

Michaela quietly treated the wounded and stared at the unconscious Roma.

After a moment, a man came up behind him and followed his gaze to look at Rom.

Rome was lucky enough not to be directly shot to death. The person behind Michaela spoke with a hint of smile in his tone.

The visitor was a complete stranger, skinny as a stick, his face was thin and his face was wrinkled, and the wrinkled skin was twisted vertically, revealing a vague smile, but his tone of voice was quite familiar.

It's not lucky, Mikayla said. He was dragged all the way here by the neck. He should have been completely paralyzed.

No wonder I smelled shit. The thin man pinched his nose, Did Boss Patch leave because he couldn't stand the smell?

The man walked up to the headless corpse:

Oh, I was wrong, I leaked shit.

The man smiled: He really lived up to his reputation. He was beaten to shit.

Mikayla said, You're going a little too far. Do you need to do this to find a container that can hold the flame?

Nature requires it, the man said. Despair requires despair. Only when despair permeates the earth can we find suitable talents. The larger the base, the easier it is to find real geniuses.

“These people are going to be sacrificed for this?”

They are just mortals without talents, just like fertilizer. Only in this way can the most beautiful flowers be cultivated. The man said, Just like...my current body is the same. Without enough corpses, how can I do this? It’s easy to choose a suitable body. What kind of name should I choose this time? I quite like the name Brynis.”

How about calling her Chappolili, Michaela said abruptly.

Then it will be exposed directly. The man waved his hand, In order to avoid the traitor Haida, I left Yatan specifically to look for a container here. How could I just reveal my identity like this?

Michaela looked deeply at the man.

The man smiled: What's your expression? Could it be that... you're regretting it now? It's you who clearly indulged me. Didn't you start this story yourself?

There is only one reason why I opened the passage to epilepsy. Michaela said calmly, You can guess what the reason is.

For the sake of that poor girl, Chappolili said, in order for you to see the ring and become the true god, you have to let others throw yourself into the cauldron of fire and burn yourself. It's really unbearable to watch. You made the right choice. , that shows that you are a truly loving man of God.”

I heard that your eyes were crushed because of this mouth, and you are indeed worthy of your reputation. Michaela said, Be careful of being buried alive again.

Under the man's cloudy eyes, an exaggerated smile appeared:

You are worrying too much. The lamentation and misery of this world will not stop, and corpses will continue to be produced. As long as the world remains in such chaos, Chappoli will remain immortal.

Mikaela said: Hurry up and find the container. I don't have much time, and your time... doesn't matter either.

Shapolili smiled: Don't worry, we will find it.

Chappoli looked very calm.

You're very confident, Michaela said, It can't be that...it has been found, right?

He is worthy of being the most terrifying man of God. Even if he cannot read my heart, he can still be keenly aware of the truth. Chapolili said, We do have a suitable partner, but the wonderful bud still needs to be cultivated. , need to inject despair and lamentation to make the flowers of madness bloom. But I believe that the real king, our king of epilepsy, will make the right choice and embark on the path that belongs to him. Please also believe me , everything I do is to achieve this.”

Chapolili bowed to Michaela, turned 180 degrees, walked like a jester, left the factory, and disappeared into the darkness.

It was just getting dark, and Patch had already returned to Yatan. If Wuming knew Patch's speed, he would definitely marvel at why he didn't go to Stone City to find Greg.

Patch did not return to the caravan, but went straight to the cabaret.

Since there were no coprophags here, the popularity has plummeted, but for the audience who like Tanith's dance, the current environment is more comfortable.

Tanis got up early and was putting on makeup to prepare for the day's performance. From queen to dancer, Tanith is now living a comfortable life.

The dressing room curtain opened and Patch walked in.

Patch? Tanis was surprised, Why are you here at this time? I heard you were out.

The things have been done and I'll be back. Patch replied in a muffled voice, found a chair and sat down.

Tanis noticed something was wrong with Patch:

What's wrong?

Patch thought for a while and asked Tanis:

If you think about it carefully, do you remember that Wuming killed anyone?

Tanis thought about it and shook her head:

I haven't had much time to join the caravan, and I haven't had much interaction with Wu Ming. I haven't seen him kill anyone. Why are you asking? You haven't been with him very early. You don't know if he has killed anyone?

It's precisely because I know the root cause that makes me a little scared... Patch said, That guy... actually didn't kill as many people as I did.

Tanis was a little confused: But why do you care about this kind of thing? We have all killed many people.

Yes, we have killed many people. Pachipi smiled, That guy wants to be the sun, what is the sun? The sun is very warm, but it may not be just. The sun talks about justice... I'm afraid .”

Patch said: I have never said that I am a good person, and I don't bother to call myself a good person. Tanis, it's the same with you. We have killed many people. Follow the nameless hybrid and massacre across the city, intercept and kill with bad omens Passers-by. Many of the immortals who are following Wuming now are the dignitaries who buried the caravan alive. How many of those faded warriors have not killed people to seize treasures?

Patch scratched his bald head:

When the iron fist of justice hits us, we are the most vulnerable.

Don't worry so much, right? Tanis said. Maybe Wuming didn't think that much. It's not just the first or second time that guy talks nonsense.

Wu Ming's recent state is not quite right. Patch said, It's not just today that he is out of sorts. I always feel that he is... nervous.

Nervous? Tanith said.

Patch nodded: He used to be described as lazy and stupid. But now...although it's not obvious, but after staying with him for so long, I always feel...some of his actions after he came back from the snow-capped mountains... Not so calm anymore, or he feels like he can't be so calm anymore. For us, there may be no difference between the two.

Patch twisted his fingers together: Wuming is very strong. He has huge power. When the person who has this power is no longer calm, I don't know what will happen.

You've been with him for so long, hasn't he ever been in this state? Tanis said, Maybe it's just a cyclical change, and we women are like this too.

I've actually seen it. Patch showed a bitter smile. At the end of every tour, he would show signs of this. But in the past, it was mostly because his friends kept dying, and despair and depression accumulated bit by bit. This kind of signs appeared. It'll show up. Now it's more like...

Patch was silent for a while and said: With the amount of runes he has accumulated now, I am really afraid that one day I will see many bugs on his face.