The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 159

Wuming looked at the other self who was rolling all over the floor, as if some memory had been recalled, he took two steps back.

He retreated all the way to the night woman's side, and whispered:
"what's going on?"

"I don't know." The Yeren woman was also a little dazed, "Imitation teardrops have a strong ability to change, and can imitate your appearance."

"Is it only the appearance?" Listening to the wailing, Wuming didn't quite believe it.

"There is still the ability." The night woman said, "Except for the mind, everything can be imitated."

"Can all of them be imitated?" Wuming was shocked, "Can my power also be imitated?"

"This is the product of king-making, and even the power of a king can be imitated." Yeren female said, "But it will still consume power. If the power is insufficient, the change may not be perfect."

Wuming seemed a little disappointed:

"That is to say, you can't create something out of nothing?"

"How is it possible to create something out of nothing?" Ye Ren said, "Even if it changes into your appearance, it must have you first, and then change."

"Okay." Wuming looked at himself who was howling in the distance, "I probably guessed why he did this."

"Why?" Yeren asked subconsciously.

"It's a normal phenomenon." Nameless said, "Without a mind, I'm afraid there will be no will either. Facing that kind of pain with a baby-like innocence may take a while to get used to."

"That pain?"

"Simmer slowly." Wuming gave a thumbs up, "It tastes great."

"Are you kidding?" Yeren rushed to the side of the imitation teardrop, wanting to lift the mask of "Nameless" to have a look.

The flames overflowed uncontrollably from the gaps in the bionic teardrop's armor, and intensified, threatening to burn the surrounding area.

Yeren couldn't get close, so he could only retreat.

Seeing the imitation body rolling on the ground with tears, Ye Ren couldn't understand:
"That is a creation with the potential of a king, how could it show such an ugly face..."

"Based on my experience, kings who have experienced that taste will stay away from the throne." Wuming smiled, admiring himself who was wailing in the distance with an attitude of admiring the younger generation, "It's not too bad for those who are willing to taste that taste repeatedly like me." many."

Nightman lit a cluster of spiritual fires, trying to cool the flames with the coldness.

But when the spirit fire came into contact with the flame, it quickly gathered into the body of the imitation teardrop, and then the flame became more intense.

She was a little panicked.

That is the product of the Eternal City's king-making. It took a lot of effort to get such a finished product. Even if it is not finished, you can't watch it be destroyed like this.

"Don't worry." Wuming reassured Yeren, "You will get used to it after burning it. I did the same thing when I first started burning. After screaming for hundreds of years, I will become numb. After burning for hundreds of years, I will get used to it." Once you get used to it, you can control it when the time comes.”

Wuming said: "Although he is suffering, it is also beneficial."

"What's the benefit?" Ye Ren asked, "Can you transform into a king?"

"He warmed this icy night sky!" Wuming's eyes sparkled, "He became the sun, that's why he is called a king—it's a pity that there are some side effects, the stimulation is too much on weekdays, and the senses will be dull."

"But what does it matter? What you lose is life and strength, but what you gain is endless pain—that is the only proof of your life in your endless life and boring life." Wuming stretched out his hand frantically, and clasped Yeren shoulder, "I heard from the Rebel Eagle Corps that you have been here for a long time, you must be bored, right? Are you interested in becoming the sun?"

Yeren looked at Wuming in amazement, the silk shawl was curled and browned, and burned silently, revealing the night skin inside.

Curly flames sprang out from the gaps in the nameless mask, like tentacles, licking Yeren's cheeks, leaving scorched scars on his face.

The burning pain woke her up, and she struggled violently in Wuming's palm, kicking Wuming with both legs, but she couldn't break free no matter what.

Wuming took the initiative to let go of his hand, and patted the kicked marks on his body:
"Don't want to say it directly, it's too frivolous to touch your hands."

Ye Ren stayed away from the nameless, panting.

She squatted next to the silver teardrop, and the silver teardrop climbed along her arm, filling the scars on her shoulder and face, squirming and changing.

Yeren gritted his teeth: "Our king is the King of the Night, not the Sun King."

"The King of the Night?" Wuming looked at the imitation teardrop, "But a sun is rising here."

Ye Ren also noticed that the surrounding temperature was rising.

The artificial teardrops became brighter and brighter, almost covering the surrounding starlight.

"How to stop him?" Ye Ren could hardly look directly at the teardrops.

"Why do you want to stop it?" Wuming looked at the group of fireballs that were no longer human-shaped, "Isn't this very good?"

Yeren shouted: "I'll take you to get the treasure you want, please let him stop first!"

Wuming reluctantly walks towards the imitation teardrop, and the two of them are enveloped in fire and light.

Wuming squatted beside the imitation teardrop, watching this soldier who was exactly like himself rolling on the ground, feeling quite nostalgic.

"I'm sorry." Wuming pressed the other self, "Don't say you are just like me, even if you are really me, if necessary, you will die."

The flames on the teardrops of the body form an accretion disk, which swirls towards the nameless body until the flames are completely extinguished.

The body that resembles a teardrop is constantly shriveling and gradually shrinking.

"Can he change back?" Wuming turned around and asked Yeren.

"I'll try." Yeren took the silver teardrop beside him and covered it with the shrunken body.

The shrunken "nameless" suddenly swelled, and then the whole collapsed, returning to the original teardrop state.

It's just that the teardrops are much smaller than before, and the shape is more loose, it is almost difficult to gather together, and it looks like it has been hollowed out.

Wuming took out a ritual pot and put the pool of silver tears in it.

"What are you doing?" Night Man asked.

"Didn't you say it, send it to me." Wuming said.

"I..." Yeren wanted to cry, but she didn't expect that Wuming could really take it away.

Holding the pot, Wuming turned and approached Yeren:

"You don't agree?"

I don't know if it was because of witnessing the weird and terrifying scene just now, Yeren felt that Wuming's eyes were quite intimidating.

Wuming stretched out his hand and slid across Yeren's cheek, his fingers stuck into her lips, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth:

"Seeing you like this, I must have these tears."

"What about me?" Yeren dared not move.

"The burns on the face have all recovered, and the teeth have been filled." Wuming admired Yeren's jet-like face and intact shoulders, "This thing may be of great help to me."

Mercury, Teardrop, Son of Platinum, although the connection between Wuming and Wuming is unclear, it does not affect Wuming's conclusion——

"This thing can beautify yourself!" Wuming shook the tears in the ritual pot, "It can also imitate my face, a substitute is a good thing."

Wuming said: "Do you still have this? I want to wholesale it. It would be best if you can give me the manufacturing technology. I will buy it out at a high price."

Yeren was silent for a moment: "It's gone."

"Really?"

"Really." Yeren turned his face aside, "You are not going to get the secret treasure, I will take you there, take it away and leave."

"Okay." Wuming felt a little regretful, "It's important."

Yeren walked through a ruin with Wuming, pointing to the left:

"See that giant?"

Nameless nodded.

In the distant buildings, a giant sits on a huge chair, which is clearly visible even at a distance.

"The treasure you want is in the chair temple." Yeren said, "I'll take you there, that road is not easy."

Wuming nodded ignorantly, followed Yeren through the ruins and entered a dirt road.

Wuming found that there were many horned people who attacked him before.

In addition to the hunters with bows and arrows, there were also people with clubs and antlers as weapons, and a savage and thick female was singing.Echoing the song, some people were shaking their heads, waving their hands and stamping their feet.

"Are these people also night people?" Wuming asked.

"They are the people of the ancestral spirits." Ye Ren said, "Wait a moment, I will go and tell them."

Yeren wrapped the hook sword around his waist, blocked it with a silk cloth, walked quickly to the singing ancestral people, whispered a few words, and then came back:
"Come with me. If you want to pass through the territory of the people of the ancestors, you must notify us in advance, otherwise we will not be able to pass."

Nameless looked back in the direction of the giant chair temple:

"Why do I feel farther away from there?"

"Didn't you see the terrain here?" Yeren said, "It's winding and winding, and it takes a detour to get on the right path."

"I understand this." Wuming immediately expressed his understanding, "I used to have things right in front of me, but I just couldn't get them."

"It's good that you understand." Ye Ren said.

"But why don't you build some ladder elevators?" Wuming said, "That would be more convenient."

"People are gone, what do you need a ladder for?" Ye Ren glanced at him, "The people living underground are just lingering races."

"Why don't you go to the surface, don't you want to?" Wuming asked.

Ye Ren seemed to hear something funny, and suddenly chuckled, with sadness in his laughter.

Yeren didn't answer Wuming, but just quickened his pace, walked around the ground for a long time, and finally brought Wuming to the top of a building.

"Jump down from here," Yeren said.

Strolling from the collapsed building that had become ruins, the two walked around for a long time before finally walking into the city.

"Did we really not detour?" Wuming was suspicious.

"I live here, don't I know better than you?" Yeren didn't answer with proof, but asked rhetorically.

The truth is of course far away, Ye Ren asked the people of the ancestral spirits to report urgently to the only remaining people in the city and the bionic teardrops, telling them to hide to prevent being snatched by the shameless human traffickers like Wuming.

"There is no one, it is really deserted." Looking at the strange decoration style, Wuming sighed with emotion at the destruction of a civilization, "By the way, are you familiar with those ancestral people?"

"What are you going to do again?" Yeren looked at him warily.

"Oh, I think they're pretty good at singing and dancing." Wuming said, "I happen to want to form a singing and dancing troupe recently, and wonder if I can hire them."

"Don't provoke them." Yeren said, "Even for me, it took a long time to barely communicate with them."

"Are they that bad-tempered?" Wuming said.

Yeren said: "They hate metal. People like you used to be seen as provocative."

Talking about swords, Yeren has brought Wuming to the chair temple.

The giant sat on a chair, and the towering door opened at his feet.

Yeren said: "I have already brought you the road, but I still say that, don't blame me if you can't take it away."

Ye Ren said this before with a bit of superiority and sarcasm, but now she just hopes that nothing will happen again, and let the unknown knight take it away and finish the job quickly.

Unfortunately, the accident still happened.

"Hey, it's obviously not locked, why can't it be opened?"

Wuming walked into the chair temple, and the treasure chest was placed in the center.

The surface of the entire treasure chest is covered with bronze patterns, which looks antique, and the integrity is very good, and the interface is almost invisible.

Wuming tried to push the top of the box, but the top cover did not budge.He groped for a long time, finally found the gap on the box, and pried it with his long sword, but still did not open the box.

"Looks like you didn't get his fate," Yeren said.

"Fate..." Wuming was stunned.

He has already learned about the fate in stargazing from Serian Lani, and using the starry sky as a seal can provide a powerful sealing ability.

"I didn't have the fate to open the treasure chest?" Wuming couldn't believe it, "I was sent by the client."

Wuming thought for a while with a sad face, and looked at Yeren:
"Is there anything you can do?"

"No, powerless, helpless, this is fate." Yeren said.

"Is there really no way?" Wuming said, "Is there no coup?"

"No."

Anonymous tentatively asked:

"I coax it?"

Yeren looked at Wuming, not knowing what to say.

"Why don't you scold it?" Wuming patted the box.

"Okay, it's pointless to fight against fate, you'd better leave." Yeren said.

"Then how can I do it?" Wuming refused to agree, "Do you know how much effort it took me to come here?"

Nameless looked at the treasure chest contemptuously:
"Little boy, do you think there is nothing I can do about you if you think fate will help you?"

Wuming learned the fate in stargazing from Ser Lian, and also learned how to bypass fate.

He hugged the treasure box, exhaled loudly, and suddenly picked up the whole treasure box and carried it on his shoulders.

Wuming carried the treasure chest, walked out of the chair temple, and waved to Ye Ren:

"Let's go, thank you for leading the way."

Yeren watched Wuming pick up the box, and felt that this person was more and more strange.

But she didn't tangle up, instead she sat slumped on the spot.

In one day, the eternal city of Nokronn lost its two most important treasures.

Although the city has been lost and destroyed, it is still lamentable.

Yeren only hoped that he would not meet this unlucky man again in the future.

She was thinking like this, and when she saw Wuming, she came back again.

"What's the matter?" Yeren couldn't bear it anymore, "There's nothing here, hurry up!"

Wuming looked a little embarrassed, and touched his helmet in embarrassment:

"That...do you know how to get out?"

"How did you come here?" Yeren was surprised.

"I jumped from the elevator." Wuming explained to Ye Ren, "How do I get out now?"

"you ask me?"

"You live here, don't you know better than me?"

Yeren lost his temper and replied wearily:

"We are isolated from the world here, and there is no way out."

"How did you build the road? How could there be no turning back?" Wuming was dissatisfied.

"Isolated from the world, do you know what is isolated from the world?" Yeren couldn't help raising his voice, "You came here to blame us?"

"Then what should we do now?" Wuming Yaoyao's hands were pitiful, "Send the Buddha to the West."

Yeren expressionless: "You jumped in from the elevator, just jump out again."

"It's too high, no way." Wuming shook his head, "And I have to take my staff to go. It can't be too difficult."

"Then climb up." Yeren said, "It shouldn't be very far from the surface."

"No... no." Wuming was troubled, "I took the elevator going up when I came here, and now the well mouth must have been blocked by the manhole cover. And I have to hold the box with one hand, and I can't climb it with the other."

"Then think for yourself." Yeren ignored it.

Wuming thought hard for a long time, and saw the pot pinned to his waist.

"Since this thing can transform, can it be turned into something like a drill?" Wuming asked Yeren.

"Yes, yes, what are you going to do?" Ye Ren wondered.

"Do you think he can act on his own and dig through the surface?"

"Maybe, how long are you going to dig? Hundreds of years?"

"Hundreds of years is too long..." Wuming was discouraged, "I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't be so anxious. If I wasn't in a hurry, I wouldn't have jumped in without waiting for the construction to be completed. If I hadn't If you jump in, you won't be unable to get out..."

Yeren also had a headache, if Wuming didn't leave, the people in the city would have to keep hiding.

She can only help Wuming make suggestions:
"Maybe you can ask the people of the ancestral spirits?"

"Then you have to help, I can't communicate with them." Wuming said.

"Okay, okay." Yeren agreed.

"By the way, ask them if they would like to help me open a song and dance troupe." Wuming told Yeren, "The salary is negotiable."

"Leave here first." Yeren pushed Wuming away from the Eternal City.

The two asked all the way, but found nothing.

Whether it's the way to go out, or the performance of the song and dance troupe.

It is true that some ancestral people are particularly tough, and they will climb up and down smooth cliffs and tall trees that are almost at right angles, but Wuming is holding a treasure chest and cannot use it.

"How about...you stand by the entrance well, if someone takes the elevator, you can jump up." Yeren suggested.

"When will I have to wait?" Wuming said in pain, "And it's still the same sentence, I still have to take others out."

"You can't protect yourself, why do you still care about others?" Ye Ren was surprised.

"I promised him. What businessmen pay attention to is honesty!" Wuming was unusually persistent.

Those little slaves were extremely weak and thin. Asking them to jump the elevator was basically tantamount to letting them commit suicide by jumping off a building, or the kind of suicide that would not land for a long time.

Wuming wandered around the neighborhood, but couldn't find a good way, but he got acquainted with the people of the ancestral spirits, and the speed of making friends was much faster than that of the night people.

Wuming's method of making friends is also very simple - you can't fight back.

After being shot with dozens of arrows and smashed with hundreds of clubs, the people of the ancestral spirits accepted this guy covered in iron.

"You have a really good temper." Yeren sat down beside Wuming to rest.

During this time, she has been with Wuming, looking for a way to let the plague god leave.

"There are few living people in my hometown. Unless there is no other way, I usually don't take the initiative to take action." Wuming said, "The worst thing is to die."

Wuming smiled: "Even if I have to fight, I like to watch the enemy's battle more. The martial arts that the opponent has honed all his life, the skills condensed with life, if you don't feel it well, it is a despicable waste."

"Madman..." Ye Ren whispered.

Nameless stood still: "Huh?"

Yeren quickly said, "I'm not talking about you—what are you doing?"

Wuming was squatting on the ground, fiddled with several scarlet stones on the ground.

"What is this?" Wuming rubbed the stone and sniffed it, "Crimson corruption?"

"That's formic acid stone." Yeren said, "It's made from the solidified venom of big ants, and it's often left behind where they move."

"Big ant?" Wuming asked, "How big is it?"

Yeren said: "Let's put it this way, we'll use it as a mount—hey..."

Yeren and Wuming looked at each other, the corners of Yeren's mouth raised, and Wuming's eyebrows and eyes curled up.

The two knew it, and both of them thought of a way.

Nameless asked: "Can big ants climb trees?"

"No problem, it's okay to climb upright with people." Yeren said, "If you are covered in iron, you may be overweight."

"I can use lightness magic." Wuming said, "Where can I get big ants? Is it easy to tame?"

"Very difficult to tame." Yeren poured cold water on Wuming, "We have never tamed ants before."

"You are all forced by the overlord?" Wuming frowned, "I can, but those little slaves can't..."

"It's charm." Yeren said.

"You guys can be charming." Wuming was surprised.

"I won't, but some people will." Yeren said, "Maybe I can help you contact them."

"No, just help me find ants." Wuming said, "I can charm."

"You can be charming." Ye Ren looked sideways, with a chill.

"I still have a lot of surprises that you don't know about." Wuming clapped his hands, "Hurry up, go find the ants."

Sending Yeren away, Wuming was thinking about something, fell into deep thought, and muttered to himself:

"Charming..."

There are not many ants here, but after mobilizing the people of the ancestral spirits, Ye Ren and Wuming himself to search painstakingly, they still waited for a few ants to climb up on the edge of the cliff.

"A few are enough." Wuming said, "It's just a few more trips."

Wuming sat on an ant as big as a horse with a treasure chest in his arms, and tied vines around his body, binding himself and the ant tightly.

The ant's eyes are flooded with pink, docile and tame.

Following Wuming's command, the big ant jumped onto a big tree trunk next to the cliff, and climbed down the tree trunk vertically, like walking on flat ground.

When Wuming stood at the bottom of the Shifra River again, he was so moved that he wanted to shed tears.

He returned by riding an ant, this time climbing a rock wall, and returned to the upper level smoothly.

Since then, the cliff has been a broad road.

Wuming used this up and down to prove the reliability of the ants, and the other little slaves also sat on the ants, and were constantly moved down by the ants.

On the last trip, Wuming sat on the ant and asked the night man:

"Do you want to be together?"

After walking together for a long time, Ye Ren is no longer so afraid of Wuming, she gently shook her head: "What am I going to, this is my hometown."

"Understood." Wuming looked at the ruined Eternal City, "No matter how broken it is, it's still my hometown. It's good that you still have a home."

"Don't you have a home?" Ye Ren asked.

"I have no home since I forgot my name." Wuming said, "But any good place can be my home."

"You really don't have a name?" Yeren said.

When the two were exploring, in order to facilitate communication, they also asked each other's names.Yeren didn't believe that Wuming didn't have a name, but deliberately concealed it, so he resolutely refused to reveal his name, and the two kept calling each other "Hello".

"Why am I lying to you? We are businessmen and operate with integrity."

Nameless glanced at the fake starry sky in the underground world:
"Your scenery is good, it can be developed into a scenic spot."

"Trick people to come here to check in, and then be killed by the people of the ancestors?"

"Haha, forget it." Wuming said, "Let's go."

"Wait a moment." Yeren called Wuming to stop, "I've helped you a lot, and you can do me a favor too—don't reveal the news here. You can't let Supreme Will focus on this place."

"Supreme Will?" Wuming was a little unfamiliar with this name.

He had only heard of this name from the mouths of some faded people, but the news was so little that Nameless thought it was just some kind of illusory belief.

"It's better for you not to inquire about the existence of that thing—it's not good for you." Yeren said, "I just ask you not to disclose the news here to the outside world."

"Yes." Wuming said, "I've already checked. Your place is very poor, and tourism is not allowed. There is no oil to squeeze. I won't come again, and I won't ask others to come."

"Thank you." Ye Ren's tone seemed to be a sigh.

"However, there is an entrance well under here, which can't stop people." Wuming said, "If you change your mind, you can throw something down here. If you're lucky, I might be able to receive it."

Wuming commanded the ant to take the little slave down, picked up the treasure box himself, and cast light magic on himself.

"Wait a little longer." Ye Ren spoke again.

"Is there anything else?" Wuming cast gravity magic.

The Night Man said, "My name is Amastacia - Starflower."

Wuming was taken aback for a moment, then nodded:

"Goodbye, Amastasha."

(End of this chapter)