The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 11

The nameless and loud voice echoed on the beach, and the eyes of all the immortals focused on it.

They looked at Wuming for a while, then turned their heads and continued to walk towards the beach.

"Hey, why don't you listen to what people say?" Wuming grabbed an immortal, "Don't you want to earn some runes?"

Looking at the immortals at close range, they are extremely thin, with only one layer of skin more than the dead.Their eye sockets are sunken, and the eyeballs are barely visible.The folds on the face are close to the naked face, and the appearance is terrifying, without any vitality.His movements were sluggish, his joints stiff, like a puppet, moving forward under the control of strings.

These people who are called immortals are actually the most lifeless people.

The long-lived person who was questioned by the nameless looked over:

"Do you think I'm like this, earning runes is still useful?"

The immortal stared at Wuming with those holey eyes, and just watching silently was enough to show a deep power.

The light of blessing is deeply buried in the bottom of the eyes, and it is almost invisible. The blessing in these people's bodies is on the verge of drying up, and life is worse than death.

Wuming took it for granted:
"Of course it is useful. Rune can change your form, can be exchanged for other things, and can make you feel the meaning of life."

Wuming took out the money bag and distributed it to the immortals:

"You are blessed, I am willing to pay you wages in advance."

The immortals looked at each other, looking at the rune in their hands, not knowing what to say.

A long-lived man walking slowly with a cane.

Since this immortal is even older, the crutches are his limbs.His spine seems to have been split, twisting to maintain his human form in the most basic form.

If there is no crutches, his body may be broken in two directly.

The Elder Eternal returned the Rune to Nameless:

"Thank you, good man, but you're a fader, I'm afraid."

"Well, I'm not blessed." Wuming said, "Do you look down on faders?"

"We used to look down on faders, but now I envy you. You are faders, and you don't understand the pain of us people." The immortal said, "Without the finger-wiping witch, we can't turn runes into power, and we can't understand the pain of us people." Returning to the tree, we cannot die normally. If we cannot die, the poison of life will continue to accumulate, bringing us endless pain and driving us crazy."

The old elder said: "Although you are very kind, don't hire us, we will go crazy sooner or later."

"It turns out that you are worried about this point. Being able to consider this point shows that your kindness has not faded away." Wuming held the hand of the immortal, greatly moved.

"And you are too weak, even if you go crazy, you won't cause damage." Wuming added.

There was a moment of silence on the beach, only the sound of the tide surging and the falcon soaring high above.

Just as the old man was about to speak, a giant eagle screamed in the sky and flew down.

For these kings of the sky, the strongest weapon is gravity.Their method of executing their prey is very simple, just fly to a high altitude and then put it down.Even the hard substances like turtle shells will obediently shatter.

The thin and long-lived people became their prey.

Facing the oncoming giant eagle, the immortals panicked at first, but quickly regained their composure. Instead, they stretched out their hands in ecstasy, and let out a dismal and low howl, hoping that they could be captured.

A thunderbolt pierced the giant eagle, and the giant eagle screamed and fell from the sky while spinning.

Wuming grabbed it and started to pluck the hair:
"It's lucky that I came to deliver the meat just as I wanted to cook."

The immortals collectively commented on Wuming, and there was not much resentment in the chaotic eyeballs.

Feeling the resentment of those immortals, Wuming laughed:
"Isn't this quite spiritual. You said that you don't have finger-solving witches, so you can't use runes? Don't worry, I've already started looking for witches. How can there be no witches in the new round table? As for now, why don't you eat first?" Order some food, I'll make you hungry."

Nameless took out a branch from the package.

To be precise, it is an iron branch, the length of a long sword, with forks all over, like a branch.A section of the tail seems to be broken off in the middle.

Nameless held up the branch and shouted:
"Come and eat barbecue."

Dozens of spears fell from the sky and were firmly nailed to the beach, scaring the immortals back.

Wuming didn't care about them, he tore the plucked giant eagle into pieces, inserted them into those spears, lit the fire, turned them over, and sprinkled them with spices.

Soon the aroma permeated the beach, causing a sound of swallowing saliva.

"If you want to die, you might as well be a ghost." Wuming said.

The immortals held rune, looked at Wuming, and looked at the barbecue.The immortals were silent for a moment, and finally took action - they ignored the burning of the flames, tore off the meat from the spear, and stuffed it into their mouths.

Burke ate better than they did, but he also ate voraciously.

"Master, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good." Burke said vaguely.

"Actually, I'm quite confident in cooking." Wuming boasted triumphantly, watching the immortals devouring the barbecue.

Burke said:
"Master, why are you just watching, don't you eat it yourself?"

"I eat as a waste, and I only eat and play when I'm bored occasionally." Wuming said, "You guys eat."

"How could it be a waste, master, you are the one who needs to replenish energy the most." Burke reluctantly handed his own meat to Wuming, reluctant to part.

"Survival and enjoyment are different." Wuming said, "The former is to eat, and the latter is to eat. One provides physical supplements, and the other provides spiritual supplements."

Nameless pointed to those immortals.

Even though it was just a meal, these immortals seemed to have discovered the meaning of life, and many of them were sobbing.

Burke said, "But master, don't you need to enjoy it?"

"Well..." Wuming spread his hands, "I don't have a sense of taste, so I can't enjoy it."

"You're kidding," Burke said. "How do you cook such delicious food without a sense of taste?"

"What is this, I have a friend who even makes wine that can be tasted by people without a sense of taste."

Nameless said meaningfully:

"As for how I can cook without a sense of taste... You should not only thank me for this delicious barbecue, but also thank the sacrificed eagle."

Burke nodded half-understanding:

"Then master, you can't enjoy it, how did you replenish your energy?"

"Just find a target." Wuming looked at the immortals, "My goal now is to do business."

"Isn't business about making money?" Burke said. "Then why are you still giving away the money?"

Nameless hummed:

"You don't understand this, money is a burden, and it is better to get it back only if it is scattered."

"I don't understand," said Burke.

"Looking good." Wuming stepped forward.

He took out his shield again, and tapped to attract the attention of those around him:
"Brothers, all eyes look at me, look at me, look at me, I have something to announce—"

Nameless grinned grinningly:

"Pay for meals, and work for me if you don't have money."

(End of this chapter)