The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 17 The way of revenge is not just killing clean
The nameless hand slid along the demihuman mother's head to the internal organs, and the burns went down the road, cauterizing her entire body.

Wuming said: "Have you cooked? After hunting, you have to let the blood out, remove the fur, and wash the internal organs. The same is true for sacrifices. If it is a living sacrifice, all the filth in the body must be purified in one breath."

Maggie felt chills in his heart:
"How can you be so clear?"

"I just learned it." Wuming replied.

"What do they want from this cruel sacrificial ceremony?" Nok asked.

"I don't know." Wuming looked around the cemetery and at the smoke-filled Moen City, "It might be all of this."

He put the demihuman's mother back into the tomb, closed the lid of the pavilion, covered it with soil, and completed the unfinished business of the mixed demihuman.Afterwards, the affairs of the city lord were dealt with.

He stood in front of the monument, looked at the inscription of King of Vengeance, and chanted Gu Ao's eulogy in a low voice.

Nameless, the unknown demihuman mother mourned for three seconds, opened her eyes, and looked at Magri and Nok:
"Okay, the things here are done, and now we have to deal with more important things."

"Have you found the murderer?" Magery asked.

Wuming walked to the legendary sword skeleton sword:

"Who does this baby belong to?"

"It's not good to snatch family heirlooms as soon as they die." Ma Geli wiped his saliva.

"What are you pretending to be a faded person who snatches someone else's hearse?" Wuming disdainfully said, "Let me tell you first, I brought you here, and I also dealt with the bunch of demihumans. This is a cemetery, so don't even try to grab it by force. Force me to use corpse explosion."

Nock said, "You might as well just say that this baby belongs to you."

"On the contrary, I'm not interested in this thing." Wuming put his foot into the soil under Jiankui's great sword, weighed the weight of the swordkeku, quite disgusted, "It's too heavy, it affects my journey."

"I'm not too heavy." Margery Fly rubbed his hands.

Nock is very calm: "He will definitely not let you get it easily."

"You are still sensible." Wuming stretched out his hand with a smile, "I will give you [-] runes."

"It's so expensive." Margery's enthusiasm was extinguished at once.

"This is a legendary weapon, Moen's priceless treasure. My bid is to humiliate this weapon." Wuming patted the sharp blade on the sword skeleton.

"Then don't insult it." Magri said, "Legendary weapons are so vulgar, give them to me."

"In order to prevent this legend from falling into the hands of vulgar people like me, why don't you hurry up and redeem it from the sea of ​​suffering?"

Wuming caressed Jiankui, his movements were wretched, as if he was a strange uncle occupying some peerless beauty.Nock figured that if he took off the visor, he might stick out his tongue and lick it.

Ma Geli looked at the Jiankui sword reluctantly:

"It's a pity that I don't have so many runes."

Nameless looked at Magri's equipment from top to bottom:

"Indeed, you can't afford it even if you sell it. How about this, I'll give you credit, and you can give me three thousand runes a month, and you'll pay it off in twelve months."

Magery snapped his fingers:

"That's not more than 1 more expensive."

"Of course it's expensive. I'm lending you money with interest." Wuming said.

Magri counted the money in the bag, thought for a long time, and shook his head:

"Forget it, talk about it later."

Noke shot suddenly, throwing something unknown.

Wuming caught it and found that it was two dark golden eyeballs.

To be precise, it is a golden fragment in the shape of an eyeball, a condensed rune.

"Scarce Rune, twenty-five thousand is just right." Noke said.

Wuming looked at the two eyeballs against the light of the golden tree, pinched and bit, and nodded with satisfaction.

Magery looked at Nok in surprise:

"You are so rich? And when did you get the rare Rune, don't you remember that we opened the tomb of a big man before?"

"Don't worry about it." Noke shoved the sword skeleton to Magri,
"From now on, the loot will be divided into [-]-[-]% until you pay it back."

Wuming has entered the account, and he is in a good mood:
"Welcome to patronize my service in the future."

"There will be no future." Nok said coldly.

"Don't say that, we meet everywhere in life." Wuming put away Rune with a smile on his face.

Ma Geli was holding the great sword, and he still couldn't believe it.

He looked at Wuming:

"Is it really sold? This is a legendary weapon. It's legendary."

"It can't be fake." Nok said suddenly.

Ma Geli immediately held the great sword and began to gnaw it, wanting to test its quality, and wanted to try the sword again after gnawing it, but it was too heavy and he could barely move.

"Integrity management, I will not make a one-shot deal." Wuming said.

"After all, this is a legendary weapon. Although [-] is very expensive, it is not a lot for a unique legend." Noke also asked Wuming, "Why are you selling it?"

"Legend..." Wuming smiled, "The legend of Jiankui is because of the Vengeance King, not because of the weapon. No matter how powerful the weapon falls into the hands of trash, it will be just trash."

Magery blushed a little.

Wuming stroked the long sword in his hand:
"A true legend, with the most common weapons and equipment, can be compared to a god. The legend is a person, not a weapon."

The calm language was deafening, and Magri was quite excited after hearing it:
"You're right, I've realized it! I don't want it anymore, take it back!"

Nameless shrunk, protecting the purse:

"Ahem... Well, although people don't rely on weapons, you can use weapons to temper yourself."

He patted Magri on the shoulder:

"Try hard to become a man worthy of Jiankui!"

Moen City is dead and silent, and there is nothing worth checking.

Maglinok said goodbye to Nameless, and they were going to explore the west of the Weeping Peninsula.

Wuming returned to the bound demihumans.

After being tied up for a long time, they have calmed down. Some struggled too much and passed out due to excessive bleeding.

He crouched in front of the demihuman, a warm fireball appeared in his palm, emitting golden light, healing the injured demihuman.

Nameless said to himself:
"I came here because I was afraid that the demi-humans would affect my business. Since your mother is dead, there will be no more demi-humans produced. I can actually leave. What about you? Continue to maintain hatred and kill everyone you see , or go back to the mountains and forests?"

The demihumans were commotion, babbling and roaring.

Wuming said: "You can also occupy this Moen City, which belongs to Greco, but it is the most remote location, and I am afraid no one will come here. I buried your mother in the cemetery of Moen City, If you want to go to worship, you can also go and see."

Wuming stood up and drew his sword, walking towards the demihuman:
"I'm going to untie you. It's up to you how you choose. I advise you not to choose to attack me."

Wuming cut the rope and slowly retreated.

The demihumans panted heavily, staring at Wuming with red eyes, but they didn't attack him the whole time.

"Oh, by the way, there is another place to go." Wuming said, "I heard that there is a sacred tree in the north of the snow mountain that can accommodate everything. If you feel desperate and no one takes you, you can go there to try your luck. I accept you as employees, but if I make this request, I am afraid that you will be furious and feel that you have to be servants again..."

Wuming turned and left: "Choose yourself."

After leaving Moen City, looking back at the majestic Moen City, Wuming felt a little emotional when he thought that there was no one there.

"It's really not something..." Wuming sighed.

At the gate of the city, several demihumans chased after them, carrying hatchets and axes.

Nameless raised the shield vigilantly:
"Do you still want to fight?"

The Asians didn't attack, they stood in front of Wuming, babbling and gesticulating.

"You want to come with me?" Wuming guessed.

Several demi-humans nodded.

"You can do it with me, don't hurt people at will." Wuming said, "With me covering you, no one can abuse you. If you have hatred, you can come to me first. Maybe there will be a better solution than killing the enemy. .”

A few subhumans listened with half understanding, but didn't make a sound.

Wuming brought a few demi-humans back to the Sacrifice Bridge, preparing to go back to the Mengliu Cave. When they approached the bridge checkpoint, they met Haida and a few guards around him.

Wuming asked the demi-humans to stay at a distance to prevent their enemies from being jealous when they met.

"Haven't moved forward yet?" Wuming greeted her, "The demihumans behind are harmless, don't touch them."

"I want to wait for you," said Hedda. "Where are your two companions?"

"Oh, they wanted to go to the west, so they broke up." Wuming said.

Haida seemed very happy to hear the split, and asked:

"Has the message been delivered?"

Nameless nodded: "Sent."

Haida was a little surprised, then smiled and said:
"Thank you. I think my father will come back after seeing the letter."

"Oh, the city lord died a long time ago." Wuming replied.

"What?" Haida was shocked, "Didn't you say it was delivered?"

Wuming said: "Didn't you just want us to see the tragedy of Moen City? We have indeed received this message."

Haeda said, "Why do you think so?"

"Oh, it seems that I misunderstood, goodbye." Wuming was about to call the Asian people to leave, "Can you tell the outpost in front for me, I am leaving. You should be able to command those people, right? Although the city lord The daughter is Irena, but the checkpoints are also yours, aren't they?"

"Wait a minute." Haida stood up to stop her, holding Wuming's arm.

"For a blind man, your movements are really precise." Wuming said.

"It's true that I can't see the outside world clearly," said Heda, "but I can see the guidance of the lights, just like the faded ones can see blessings."

"So what do you want to say?" Wuming asked.

Haida let go of her hand, took two steps back, and said solemnly:
"You are right, I am indeed a Finger Witch."

"Oh, then what?" Wuming asked.

"But the finger I serve is different." Heda said, "it is not tolerated by the world, and I cannot touch it. The witch is the existence that connects the finger and the faded one, but now I can neither see the finger, I The Faded also abandoned me and turned their backs on their mission."

"Wouldn't the sacrificial ceremony in the city be dedicated to that finger?" Wuming said.

"You can actually see the sacrificial ceremony. You really are my lamp." Haida said, "But it was not sacrificed to Lord Finger, but for me."

"you?"

Haida nodded: "My last body was destroyed with the abandonment of the faded person, and the ceremony prompted my rebirth, just like the merchants sacrificed themselves to summon Lord Finger."

"Sacrificing oneself is not the same as sacrificing others." Wuming said, "It can be seen that you have planned for a long time and are very thorough. I am afraid that the girl will really escape here, thinking that she will be safe when she reaches the checkpoint. But I didn't expect that the checkpoint People are no longer her father's soldiers."

Wuming looked at the guard beside Haida:
"From the checkpoint on the bridge, you people... are almost all talking corpses."

Heda asked, "How did you find out?"

"I can still tell the difference between the dead and the living." Wuming smiled, "After all, I am such a person myself."

"No wonder the lights guide me..." Haida murmured, "Do you know that I let them let you in?"

"I guessed it." Nameless said, "Why?"

"Guidance from the lights." Haida said, "The lights on the other side will guide me to Lord Finger, but suddenly another strong guidance appeared. The lights on the other side have never been so strong. Not even the former quasi-king With the bright light, I seem to see a human-shaped sun appearing nearby."

The more Haida said, the more excited she became: "You must be the faded person given to us by the heavens, and the lights let us meet."

She stepped forward to hold Nameless's hand:
"This world has never shown me its face so clearly, only you, only your outline is so clear... let me be your witch!"

Nameless pulled out his hand:
"Crazy enough of you."

Haida shook her head: "You are wrong, we are only responsible for lighting the fire, and it is not us who keep Moen City burning. If there is no long-term abuse of the demihumans by the residents of Moen City, they will not erupt. If there is no deep resentment, we will not Can't be born. It's not us that's crazy, it's the world."

Haida said: "We are born of sin and pain, but our wish is to eliminate sin and pain."

"The method is to actively ignite the fire to accelerate the destruction of Moen?" Wuming said, "Then you have succeeded, and no one can commit crimes and feel pain."

"In order to realize the great plan, this is a necessary sacrifice." Haida's expression was sacred. "We are willing to sacrifice everything, including myself. Just to let people understand and tolerate each other."

"I don't want to hide from you, I believe you can make the right judgment, this is almost your fate." Haida said, "There has never been a qualified person like you. Even those demigods are rarely You can be selected as a god by two fingers. And you can be recognized by Lord Finger as a person with the qualifications of a god..."

Haida was so excited that she almost knelt down to Wuming.

Nameless fell into silence:

"Why do you look at me with your fingers so high?"

"You have the potential to bring the world back to chaos!" Haida was sure, "Even if I couldn't see it, you gave me a very powerful impression. You must have the power to burn the world down. I am willing to dedicate everything I have to you."

"Everything..." Wuming rubbed his chin and moaned, as if he was considering this proposal.

"I will be your witch, and turn rune into your path." Haida said sincerely, "You will be my king, my god."

She caresses the nameless chest:
"If you need other services, I can also hug you and bring you comfort."

Wuming stared at Haida and suddenly smiled:
"It's really good at seeing people."

"You agreed?" Haida was pleasantly surprised.

"I happen to be short of witches. Since you are willing to do anything, I have no reason to refuse." Wuming put his arms around Haida, "I just made a lot of money, and I am worried that I can't spend it."

Heda bowed:

"Please let me touch you, let Rune turn into your inner power—"

"Not here." Nameless said, "Go home first."

Haida was stunned: "I can serve you anytime and anywhere."

"Come on, come and see." Wuming took Haida's hand and strode out of the bridge.

"By the way, do you have any horses? It's hard for me to lack a mount for my journey." Wuming began to ask for favors.

Haida shook her head apologetically: "When Moen fell, the war horse was also killed by the demihumans. We can't take out the war horse for the time being. But there are other animals that can be ridden."

"Oh? What is it?" Wuming was curious.

Ten minutes later, Wuming stood in front of a big mouse, a little embarrassed.

The mouse was bigger than a horse, and with yellow flames in its eyes, it stayed where it was.

"It's okay, it's important to hurry." Wuming pulled Heida and sat on the mouse together.

The demihumans and several warriors with smoldering eyes also rode on big rats and followed behind.

The mouse is galloping, wretched and wretched.

A day later, Wuming returned to Mengliu Cave.

At this time, the Mengliu Cave was much more lively than when he first arrived. There were Patch and the gang of thieves, there were Patch's faded younger brother, and a bunch of withered immortals.

Seeing Wuming return safely, Burke ran over crying, jumping up and down.

Haida looked at these people in Mengliu Cave, and her guards described the scene before her.

As one of the spokesmen of the Overturning Force in the world, Haida has many great scenes in her memory, and she pretends to be the pattern of the whole world in her heart.

Among the group of people in front of them, the faded ones were almost naked, and the thieves were slovenly, let alone the immortals.

To put it bluntly, it is ugly fish and rotten shrimp.

Haida still hopes that her king can have more powerful subordinates, so as to help him ignite the world.

But Haida is not impatient, and the fire-bending forces are willing to wait for a thousand years, dormant for a thousand years.

Besides, she has become the king's witch.

The king and the witch are inseparable, forming a solid triangle with the fingers, and neither can do without the other.

As the time spent together increases, the relationship will naturally become closer and the relationship will become deeper.

Time, time nurtures all things.

Just as Haida was thinking, she felt Wuming hugging her waist again.

"King, you need my service—"

Wuming hugged Heda:

"Come and turn Rune into power."

"Okay." Haida smiled and groped to sit on the chair, "Please give me your hand."

Wuming did not follow suit, and in Haida's eyes, Wuming's torch-like figure moved away from her instead.

"King?" Haida wondered.

"Come here, come here." Wuming approached Haida again, and put his hand close to Haida.

Haida felt relieved, and stretched out her hand, ready to help Wuming transform Rune.

She suddenly felt a skinny and festering hand being placed in the palm of her hand, and an indescribable rancid smell came to her nostrils.

"King?" Haida's tone was a little frightened.

In front of Haida, the immortals lined up in a long line.

Wuming stood beside the team with his waist in his arms, looking at the immortals, and waved his hand in high spirits:

"Hurry up and start transforming, they can't wait!"

(End of this chapter)