The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 194 The Bad Omen
Wuming sat on the edge of the cliff, pondered hard for a day with the statue of Luo Zesi, and finally came to a conclusion——

Unable to come up with one, he decided to brainstorm ideas.

Wuming turned around and found that half of the caravan was gone.

None of them are all fighters.

All the faded people were gone, only a few faded people such as Dafu Dajiao remained in place to accompany him.

"Where's the person?" Wuming turned pale with shock.

"Let's go." Patch said, "The faders are very busy. They are going to hunt for the big rune and enter the king's city. It's a favor to help you fight the golem, and it's a duty not to help."

Wuming viciously rubbed Patch's bald head:

"Then it is your duty to help, we are not strong enough now, what should we do?"

Patch's bald head became radiant under Wuming's rubbing.

"Isn't there still Lataen?" Paqi turned his eyes to one side, and the shadow of a troll was reflected on his bald head.

Although the hearse was broken, the mountain demons who pulled the coffin were safe and sound, and they followed the large army without falling behind.

"I forgot about him." Wuming clapped his hands and ran over quickly.

As soon as Wuming ran to the side of the mountain demon, before he could stand still, the mountain demon spoke:

"I should go too, take care."

Speaking of which, the mountain demon's body shook, and the illusion on his body dissipated. He pulled out the big nail on his chest, and was about to jump up and take off.

"Let's go now?" Wuming was dumbfounded, "I brought you to the Asian altar, so you can't share the trouble, can you help me?"

"Going to the Asian altar is the condition you promised." Lataen said, "How can I help you?"

"You are demigod, you have a lot of face, and you are talking to Rodel's side." Wuming said.

"The general attacked Rodell's royal city before." Lataen said, "The Rodell soldiers probably didn't want to sell my face."

Rataen said: "And have you forgotten what I am here for?"

"Hiding your mother?" Wuming said.

"It's star chasing." Lataen said, "Who is my idol?"

"Gefrey." Nameless recalled.

Rataen nodded: "And Ge Fulei is the king of the Golden Dynasty, and you are a faded one. If we don't keep everything together, we may become enemies."

"No..." Wuming covered his face in pain.

The power of the demigod, the power of the demigod, is most vividly reflected in Lataen.At the beginning, Nefeli had a headache for the lord's coalition army, but a quarter of it was destroyed by a meteorite pulled by Lataen.The most important thing is that Wuming still counts on Lataen to provide a steady stream of meteorites. If he is an enemy, he will be in trouble.

Wuming felt that he had to keep Rataen.

"In this way, you follow stars because you admire Ge Fulei." Wuming said, "Then you should do something to attract Ge Fulei's attention."

"for example?"

"For example, the entire meteorite smashed through the royal city." Wuming said, "Ge Fulei must be impressed by you."

"It will really impress you." Lataen nodded in agreement with Wuming, "It's a pity that I can't do it. If I could pull meteorites to hit the city wall at will, the king city would not be unable to take down."

Ratan said: "Have you forgotten, I can only affect the trajectory of the meteorite, or get stuck before it continues to power, but it is too difficult to pull it down freely and decide the landing point."

General Broken Star shook his head: "It depends too much on luck."

Seeing that Lataen would not let go, Wuming had no choice but to stop keeping him.

"It stands to reason that with your combat power, even if you can't directly smash through the city wall, you should be able to win the battle." Wuming said, "With such outstanding personal strength, is there anyone in the royal city who can stop you?"

Based on anonymous observations, too strong personal strength will bring great psychological pressure to the enemy, and it will easily cause a rout.

"Yes." Latan looked at the majestic big golden tree in the distance, "There is an ominous ghost, very evil, hard to guard against."

"Ominous ghost?" Wuming always felt a little familiar, "I saw it when I first entered Stone City."

"It's not surprising that that guy appears anywhere." Lataen said, "He will pretend to be anyone and approach you, and catch you off guard. Maybe the servants around you and the people of gold on the roadside will be him. "

Wuming recalled: "I remember that he can condense his body with his avatar, and the main body may be very strong."

"There are such heroes in the evil omen." Lataen said with emotion, "Crouching tiger, hidden dragon in the royal city, I don't know how many characters are hidden, it is not so easy to take down. In history, the two-layer city wall of the royal city was only The outer layer was captured once."

"Who is that powerful?" Wuming said, "The demigod didn't even take down."

"Dragon Clan." Lataen replied, "Since then, the sky has been strictly guarded by the Royal City. It is still a bit difficult to fly over."

He stretched, stretched his legs, squatted, and then got up: "Let's go."

The gravitational light flashed away, and Rataen flew into the air on the purple thunder and went straight to the direction of the royal city.

Wuming's retaining words and retaining hands couldn't catch up with the purple lightning and the plump figure at all.

The nameless hand stayed in mid-air, froze for a moment, and put it down resentfully.

He walked back to Patch and tapped his bald head.

"It's all up to you." Nameless said, "As soon as you mention Ratan, he will leave."

Patch's head trembled, and his expression was indifferent:
"You must be the kind of king in ancient times who felt that the gods were wrathful when they encountered a solar eclipse in ancient times and felt that it was not the right time to fight."

"How can I be that kind of person." Wuming said, "I was so angry when I saw the solar eclipse that I wanted to kill the king of the gods."

"Your Majesty, have you thought about how to arrange for your people?" Paqi looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled.

The old and the weak are the immortals, the sick are the merchants, and the disabled are the demihumans and hybrids who are too disabled.

The whole group looked at Wuming pitifully, waiting for the backbone of the caravan to come up with an idea.

The hearse was gone, and a lot of their supplies and commodities were gone. They thought they could set up camp at will, but because they offended Rodel, they probably couldn't set up camp at will now.

"The hearse..." Wuming murmured.

His eyes lit up and he remembered a place.

They fled to the north, which is leading to the place where Wuming came up from the mine tunnel in the first place.

Nameless remembered that there were a large number of abandoned coffins there.

He wanted to reuse those hearses before, but he didn't continue when he encountered things like blood fingers and volcanoes.

Now that there are so many people, it’s time to fix the car and continue on the road.

There were so many hearses there that even his men could sleep in them temporarily.

"Yes." Wuming did as he said, and continued northward with his men, found the path, and then walked westward to the place where the coffin was abandoned.

"Boss, have you found a place to live?" the merchants asked.

"RV!" Wuming replied proudly.

When all the employees saw the nameless RV, they were a little silent.

"Also... okay." The merchants looked at the darkening sky and decided to make do with it.Fortunately, the employees basically have no taboos. After all, the composition of the employees of the large caravan itself is full of taboos and blasphemy.

"Let me tell you, don't think the coffin is bad. The coffin is very comfortable to sleep in. I can sleep in it for a thousand years without waking up." Wuming said, ready to lead the way and be the first to sleep in.

Wuming used the shield to chisel into the large coffin lid on the upper part of the hearse, and then used it as a fulcrum to kick the shield violently, trying to open the coffin like a dung beetle.

"It's quite strong." Wuming spat twice on the palm of his hand, lifted a big stone by the side of the road, stood on top of the coffin, jumped off with the stone in his arms, and smashed it hard on the shield.

The coffin board finally couldn't cover it, and was blown out, revealing the pitch-black space inside.

"What did I say?" Wuming turned to look at the employee, "It looks very comfortable at first glance, and the quality of sleep is good when it's dark."

The employees all stared at Wuming with wide eyes.

"What expression?" Wuming said, "Boss, I was the first to live in—"

Wuming said that he was about to step into the coffin, when he turned his head and saw a big ferocious face almost stuck to his helmet.

A huge fat humanoid was close to the nameless face, and that face seemed to be covered with goat horns, which had been cut off, leaving only some blood-red roots.

At first glance, I thought it was some kind of monster. If it was an ordinary person, it might have run away screaming, or stabbed people with a knife.But Wuming just stared at the humanoid creature, waiting for the monster's next move.

To be precise, it is the language of waiting for monsters.

Wuming doesn't like to take the initiative to attack, and every time he has to wait for the opponent to become hostile before attacking back.

Although the thing in front of him looks like a cat and dog raised by a person who has not yet lived, but the possibility of consciousness cannot be categorically rejected.

Besides, even dogs can understand human nature, and cats can also speak human language.

The monster opened its mouth and actually spoke:

"What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing!"

The monster straightened up and stepped out of the hearse.

The tall body stood in front of Wuming, casting a shadow over him.

"Don't get me wrong, we have no malicious intentions." Wuming raised his hands, indicating that he didn't hold a weapon, "I just want to find a place to live."

"You are looking for a place to live, why did you smash my house?" The monster stared at Wuming, "I was sleeping at home, but fortunately I didn't die and woke up quickly, otherwise I will let you go to pieces at the last blow!"

"Your appearance is like plastic surgery." Wuming said, "This is your home? Why are you sleeping in a coffin?"

"Don't you also want to sleep in coffins?" the monster asked back.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Wuming said, "The unlucky Golden Dynasty puppet didn't recognize us and smashed our luggage."

"Then we can't do anything about it." The monster said, "What can we do? It's not that we can't survive, who wants to live in a container. Summer is warm and winter is cool, and there is an echo when we fart. Sleeping on the dry grass in a circle of water basins; bad luck, the rain is heavier. It rains in a light rain house outside, and it rains heavily in a moderate rain house outside. Sometimes the rain is too heavy, so I can only go outside to hide from the rain and wait for the rain to pass Try to find a way to pour water..."

Although the monster is ferocious and frightening, it speaks with a very broken mouth and talks endlessly.

Wuming also listened carefully, nodding his head from time to time.

"Brother, you are also a hard-working person." Wuming sighed, as if he understood the other party in this way, and could become the other party's buddy.

"It's such a hard life and you still demolish my house!" The monster scolded Wuming mercilessly, and took out a big knife from the coffin.

The size of the big knife is no less than that of the cannibal knife in the epileptic fire village, and it is even more simple and heavy.

Wuming saw the monster raised the knife, jumped back quickly, pointed at the monster and said, "Speak up if you have something to say."

The monster ignored Wuming, and raised the knife as a horizontal shot.

But it hit the coffin and echoed.

Wuming saw that the monster had no intention of killing him, so he continued to persuade: "We don't know if this coffin has an owner. I saw that they were abandoned here, and I thought it was a trash can."

"You say our house is a dumpster?" the monster roared. "Even if it is, you can't say it!"

Accompanied by the monster's roar, most of the coffin panels in this hearse cemetery moved, and monsters walked out in twos and threes.

They are all big and round, with severed horny wounds all over their bodies, and they all carry heavy weapons.

The originally quiet mass grave suddenly turned into a trap surrounded by powerful enemies, surrounding the caravan and constantly tightening the encirclement.

After avoiding the Rodel soldiers, they were surrounded by monsters again, and some employees cried.

It was mainly the immortals who cried, they looked at the monster and shouted the ominous omen.

"Evil omen? Where is the omen?" Wuming immediately looked around.

Enemies that can make Latan feel troublesome, one face-to-face can probably cause more than half of his men to be killed or injured. Wuming dare not be careless.

"These people are evil omens, sons of evil omens." Melina approached Wuming, "Those who were stained with cursed blood and gave birth to sharp horns."

"Oh, so it's a race, I thought it was specifically referring to ghosts with ominous omens." Wuming felt relieved.

Kaidan mercenaries and hybrids stood in front, raising their weapons to guard against monsters.

The monster in front of Wuming saw his companions coming out, and raised a long knife across Wuming's neck:
"Wait to die, you guys."

"We didn't do it on purpose, we can compensate you." Wuming said, "If you don't mind making room for us, I will be more grateful."

"There is a place that is very warm," said the Son of Omen.

"That's a good feeling." Wuming said.

"That's in our stomachs."

Wuming's face collapsed: "Why does everyone like to eat people? Are people so delicious? You are all so fat, eat too much and be careful to become a drowning pig."

"Stop talking nonsense, demolish our house, and want to occupy the magpie's nest. We are so miserable and still won't let us go. I will fight with you!" The son of evil omen said, he raised his knife and chopped.

Wuming took a wrong step, dodged the big knife, then turned around sharply, and put his hands on Melina's shoulders.

"What?" Melina shrank.

"I'll leave this to you first, don't get hurt, give me some time."

"You are really good at calling people, big boss." Melina said in a bad tone.

Wuming had already jumped onto the hearse.

"You still step on my house!" The son of evil omen's eyes turned red, "I won't... let people trample on me!"

The Son of Evil Omen wants to jump up too, despite his stocky body, he jumps quite high, and he is about to follow Wuming onto the hearse.

Melina buried an afterimage in the arms of the Son of Ominous Omen, and with a force in her hand, the Son of Ominous Omen flew away.

Despite her reluctance, Melina stayed by Wuming's side, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Melina glanced at the hearse, and was so angry that she was almost slashed by the machete of the Son of Omen.

Nameless took out a few pieces of meat and skewered them on an iron fork. A fire was raised below, and spices were sprinkled on the meat above, which was a joy.

(End of this chapter)