The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 161

"Where's the pot? Where's my pot?" Wuming searched around.

But no matter how to find it, Wuming turned around a few times along the way he came from, but he couldn't find it.

"Who!" Wuming shouted in the crowd, full of grief and indignation, "Who did this? What does this mean? Who did it? Is there still a king's law? Is there still a law!"

It's a pity that the sorrows and joys of human beings are not the same. The cry of grief and indignation from Wuming's side will at most get some white-eyed ridicules and discussions from passers-by.

It's just that no well-meaning person said that he had seen any live pots.

Nameless sighed: "I can't get it out of asking—you forced me to do this."

Light and shadow circulated around Wuming, images of the past began to emerge from around him, and time rewound in his eyes.

Nameless saw the last trace of the teardrop and the person who took him away.

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In one of Stonewell's gardens, the fragrance was in full bloom.

There are many perfumers secretly stationed here.

In the garden, a perfumer wearing a heavy apron was reprimanding a plainly dressed, civilian-looking guy.

The commoner also held a live pot in his hand, and the live pot shook quietly in his hand without saying a word.

"Who told you to go poaching?" the perfumer scolded, and slapped the commoner on the forehead.

"You." The poacher covered his forehead, "Isn't it an order from you to steal more in the city? You are not willing to send more people, most of them are hiding here, let us go out and make trouble. You still want to scold us? Is there still Wang Fa?"

"We won't be all out until the operation starts, and you're going out stealing to mess with them. I'm talking about stealing ordinary people, stealing unimportant things," said the perfumer. "You steal live pots?"

"This is my old profession." The poacher said, "Isn't our cooperation just for this thing, aren't you going to smash the alchemy?"

"You are a poacher, do you know what poaching is?" the perfumer said bitterly, "Poaching is only outside the big cities, in the villages, and in the wilderness. It’s called poaching? Can a living pot in the city have no owner? Can the living pot be raised by ordinary people?”

"But it's not that noble, I don't see anything unusual about it." The poacher said, "It's just a businessman."

"Businessman?" The perfumer had a headache, "You won't steal from that unknown businessman, will you?"

"How do I know the name of the businessman, let alone the name of the unknown businessman." The poacher said, "A man in armor really doesn't look like a businessman."

"That's it." The perfumer said, "Enxia specially reminded that the businessman is not easy to mess with. Why do you say you messed with him?"

"I can't help it. My hands itch when I see a live pot." The poacher said, "And I've hunted so many live pots. This is the first time I've seen such a strange live pot. It's rare."

"Strange?" The perfumer looked at the living pot in the poacher's hand, "What's so strange? Isn't this just a normal living pot?"

"Ordinary live pots are not so docile," said the poacher, "or rather, not so quiet. Live pots are generally kind. They are innocent, lively and romantic—in other words, stupid, as long as you pretend to be If you are a lost poor person, they will take you to their village and expose the location of a large number of living pots to you."

"Then you're an asshole," said the perfumer.

The poacher curled his lips: "You are a big shot, you just need to pay for the living pot, and you can't get the blood on your hands, so I'm calling us despicable here."

"Okay, what's so special about this living pot?" the perfumer interrupted the poacher.

"Like I said, although the living pot is stupid, it is lively." The poacher said, "Everyone is like a child, talking too much. There are also silent pots, but such pots are not innocent, so I won't let me take them with me." Walk."

The poacher shook the living pot in his hand:
"This guy walked with me, but he didn't speak. And—listen to the sound in the pot. I'm familiar with the contents in the pot. It's just blood and flesh. How can there be such a sound, like the sound of water."

"New variety?" The perfumer became interested, "Did you lift the lid and look inside? What's in the pot?"

"No, I'm stealing something, I just came here. Besides, I only know how to hunt live pots, how can I understand these." The poacher handed the live pot to the perfumer, "No, take it to the master Eye."

The perfumer picked up a small crowbar from his waist and deftly pried off the flat top lid covered with charms on the top of the living pot.

Inside the living pot is a puddle of mercury-colored viscous liquid, which is slowly flowing.

"What is this?" The perfumer frowned, "Is the platinum pot refined?"

The viscous liquid surged and suddenly vibrated and made a sound:

"I am not a white gold pot that becomes a fine pot, but a fine teardrop that becomes a living pot. I can imitate and learn, and I am very curious about you."

"So it can talk." The poacher leaned over curiously, "Did the old pot talk like that?"

"Teardrops..." The perfumer frowned.

As a herbalist with a broken heart and no taboos, he has also dabbled in many taboos.I have also heard about the mysterious existence of teardrops.

"Silver teardrops are so intelligent," said the perfumer.

"But I don't have much wisdom, otherwise how could I obediently be taken away by me." The poacher said, "Does this also have to smash the alchemy?"

"Compared to being taken away by you, it will be more dangerous to be discovered by others." Teardrop said, "Based on the above judgments, I think being taken away by you is a more correct choice."

"You judge that we won't hurt you?" The perfumer was curious about the intelligence level of the teardrop.

"I judge that the person who carries me will save me." Imitation teardrop said, "Actually, in order to imitate, my perception ability is particularly keen-that person has already arrived."

"Here?" The perfumer looked around in horror.

The flowers and plants in the garden are luxuriant, and the tall flowers and trees cover the sight, and no one can be seen.

Both the perfumer and the poacher were silent for a moment, listening to what was going on around them.

But after listening for a long time, except for the sound of mosquitoes flying, there was no abnormality.

The poacher heaved a sigh of relief, and slapped the living pot with a slap:
"Scare your grandpa me?"

The silver liquid in the living pot was slapped and splashed out.

The poacher followed the silver teardrops and saw a pair of gloomy eyes.

Beside the two, a warrior in iron armor and the poacher looked at each other calmly.

It was the businessman dressed as a warrior.

"Where did they come from!" The poacher was so frightened that he almost threw the pot in his hand.

"It's just muting magic." Wuming said, "I just said something was wrong. Something was wrong with the first wave of people who stole me. How could they spot my spices at a glance? There are so many spices in my bag, but they just got them right away." A spice that can be directly used as an attack method and can also disturb people's sight is so slippery."

Wuming looked at the surrounding gardens:
"It turned out that the perfumer was looking for me."

The perfumer quickly distanced himself from Wuming:

"How did you find it?"

Wuming did not answer him, and said to himself:

"As for me, in the eyes of some employees, I am not a good boss. I never hesitate when employees need to suffer, and some employees have not returned from Gaile. The employees who cheated on me are still working underground , I haven’t returned to the ground yet. I have to bargain for one rune to buy things of ten runes, and sell them at twenty runes. However, even if I am like this, there are things I won’t do—then It's theft!"

Tears in the poacher's hand said calmly:
"Didn't you just steal the portal before?"

"I'm picking up waste! It's useless anyway, and there's no one living in the city." Wuming was confident, and then pointed at the poachers and the perfumer in a strong manner:
"You bastards, you actually do such a despicable thing-know why I don't do this kind of thing? I'm tired of doing it-I don't bother to get something for nothing! You bastards, bullying me? On the street Stealing, there is no law. I will let you know today, and it will be the end of the fight against the government!"

Wuming said a lot of words happily, and the perfumer and poacher on the opposite side were very calm.

The poacher snickered: "Have you finished? Then go to hell."

The flowers and plants around Wuming surged, and a bunch of perfumers came out, three floors inside and three floors outside, completely surrounding Wuming.

The poacher laughed and said, "In your next life, talk less, maybe you can still escape."

Before Wuming could speak again, the perfumer next to the poacher punched the poacher first:
"If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have this trouble."

Other perfumers also look anonymous:

"What? Are you going to kill me?"

"It can't be exposed here yet." The perfumer said, "Just practice before the official action."

All the perfumers have their hands stretched to their waists, with various flacons held at their fingertips.

Wuming glanced at them: "It seems that you are not ready to surrender."

"What? You surrounded us all by yourself?" said the poacher, "Scared you silly."

The soil under Wuming's feet collapsed and flew directly in front of the poacher.

The perfumer who was ready immediately sprinkled the spices, and the spices drifted away to form a spherical protective shield, protecting the poachers and himself, and hit the nameless.

Then the spices flew, the shield shattered, and Wuming's figure froze.

The poacher was taken aback by the speed Wuming showed. Seeing Wuming suddenly appearing in front of his face, his feet trembled, he sat down on the ground, and moved back again and again.

Wuming looked at the spices floating in the air, frowned, completely ignored the perfumer beside him, and continued to grab the poachers.

Another cluster of spices appeared, protecting the poachers.

The nameless hand touched the shield, and the shield shattered.

But the nameless hand was not fast, and with a little force, he caught the poacher.

"Let me go." The poacher struggled, took out his knife, and poked it into the gap of the nameless arm armor, blood spattered everywhere.

But Wuming didn't notice it, and ignored the flaming spices behind him, just looked at the poacher and sneered:
"Work hard in your next life, don't always think about getting something for nothing."

There was no movement in Wuming's hand. The poacher's body suddenly swelled up a bit, and his eyeballs protruded, almost popping out.

Then the flames rushed out of his body, blowing the poacher's body into pieces, and the flesh and blood were scorched black by the flames before they hit the ground.

The living pot in the poacher's hand jumped up, wrapped around Wuming's neck, and hung behind him.

After killing the poachers, Wuming stretched out his other hand to catch the perfumer next to him.

Witnessing the sight of Wuming blowing up people up close, the perfumer didn't dare to be careless, and retreated violently while putting a protective cover on his body.

Judging from Wuming's actions just now, he will still be blocked by the protective cover. As long as he retreats while he pauses and puts on a new protective cover, he will be safe and sound.

But this time the nameless hand didn't stop, a layer of flames ignited on the gauntlet, a layer of not-so-thick flames licked the surroundings, and blew up the protective cover the moment it touched it, but the nameless hand didn't suffer any damage. Obstacle, unabated, quickly grabbed the perfumer's neck.

There was another burst of fireworks, the perfumer's head was blown away, and what spewed from his body was not blood, but sparks.

In the fragrant garden, there are constantly fireworks blooming from it, competing for splendor and beauty in the garden, and each firework has a fragrance and beauty that the flowers in the garden have never had.

The perfumers discovered that the killing techniques and knowledge of poisons they were proud of were all invalid at this time.

The spark spice that explodes when it comes into contact with air has no effect on the tin man in front of it; the poisonous spice that sprays people is sprayed on Wuming, and a burst of fire flashes, and all the poisonous gas is burned up.

The person using the protective cover couldn't stop the big hands of the Tin Woodman at all. Those hands were like giant snakes devouring the golden tree, devouring all the lives it stared at.

It's not a cannon, it's not a monstrous flame or mighty force that kills everyone instantly, and there's no fanatical battle cry. Instead, it uses both hands, one by one, to seriously and meticulously kill every individual.

This makes them feel even more what it means to kill everything and what it means to be cruel like a demon.

This man didn't just want to destroy them, but to make them feel the greatest fear before they died.

The fallen perfumers sewed the coat of arms of two snakes around the golden tree on their aprons to show their blasphemy and curse on the golden tree.Sent into battle, without the honor and responsibility of a herbalist, to use poison and fire with impunity.

Now they met the monster in the flames, terrified of true felony and blasphemy, and began to pray to the Golden Tree.

But the Golden Tree didn't answer their prayers, and the Ironclad ignored their prayers, burning them with fire like no perfumers had ever seen.

The desperate perfumers tried to try their luck by switching to spices that are not commonly used.

The acid that can corrode metal and affect the flesh is swayed, staining the nameless armor with spots of rust, but a flash of golden light flashes, and the armor is restored as new.

You drank the spices himself, and wanted to compete with Wuming as a perfumer, but before he got close, he was blown into ashes by a fireball.

Some people continued to sway spices, put layers of protective shields on their bodies, and were destroyed layer by layer by flames. In the end, they could not escape the fate of being choked by iron hands and turned into fireworks.

Seeing this, a perfumer quickly gave up the same technique and poured another spice into the body.

Wuming noticed the perfumer and slapped him.

When the palm touched the perfumer's body, Wuming's body shook, and the gauntlet and the perfumer's body made a sound of gold and iron.

The explosion in Wuming's hand exploded, but it didn't directly explode the perfumer's body as usual.

The perfumer's body shook violently, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding, but the joy of not being killed by a single blow made him see hope, showing the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

The surviving perfumers around also saw hope, and drank the same spice one after another, turning their bodies into iron blocks.

"Yo, your body is very strong." Wuming also smiled, "But can you still run away?"

The perfumers froze, physically.

Although his body turned into steel, his movements also slowed down.

Originally, the perfumers' clothes were light, and although they were slow, they could move with some effort, but a white trap was placed on them, making it even more difficult for them to move.

The perfumer in front of Wuming roared:
"Run away if you haven't taken the medicine, let's hold him back!"

Speaking of which, the perfumer was about to hug Wuming, holding Wuming with his strengthened body.

"It's still a bit tragic." Wuming said and raised his hand.

The golden thunder condensed in Wuming's hands, and smashed down like a hammer.

The perfumer's clothes were still there, but his body turned into ashes and collapsed.

This time Wuming didn't catch up with the fleeing people and strangled them to death one by one, but held the golden lightning in his hand, like a javelin, stabbing them all to death one by one.

After finishing this, Wuming looked at the headless corpses and ashes all over the sky, tidied up the rags on the armor, and said disgustedly:

"A bunch of scum."

He clapped his hands:

"Is there anything alive in the garden?"

Behind the nameless, teardrops made a sound:
"There are no powerful life forms within the range of my perception."

Nameless nodded: "Call work."

Tears jumped off Wuming's back, still imitating a living pot, shaking his head and following behind Wuming.

"Why are you following me?" Wuming said.

Tears do not understand the meaning of nameless.

"I'm done, but you don't have any." Wuming said, "Won't you change? Gather me all the flowers and herbs in this garden."

Tears froze: "Collect flowers?"

"Otherwise?" Wuming said, "I didn't set fire to them and burned them all. I struggled to strangle them one by one. I just wanted to preserve the flowers here as much as possible. I looked at them when I came here. They are all precious medicinal materials, so I picked them quickly. "

Tears are silent for a moment:

"Didn't it say you can't steal?"

Wuming glared at him: "Nonsense, this set of rhetoric is a method I use to slander others, saying I can't do it, you know?"

"So that's the case." Tears nodded, "There is no end to learning."

He changed obediently into a four-wheeled cart with a basket surrounded by many sickles and arms, and began to walk along the garden clearing, harvesting the flowers and plants on both sides with efficiency and precision.

(End of this chapter)