The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 195

Wuming sits high on the coffin, happily grilling.

Melina and the Sons of Omens fought under the car.

After a while, the aroma of barbecue attacked the Son of Omen and the hungry and cold caravan indiscriminately.

Wuming picked up the red-hot iron fork, jumped off the coffin, and came to the Son of Ominous Omen, like a superb swordsman, stabbed the iron fork to the nose of the Son of Ominous Omen.

The unknown hand gave one and picked one, and hung a piece of meat on the horn of the Son of Omen - a small sprout-like horn that had grown back from the cut horn.

Wuming was fast, dancing afterimages, and hung a piece of flesh on the nearby Sons of Omen, and those without horns were hung on weapons.

The superb sword skills shocked the children of ominous omen around them, and the offensive of the children of ominous omen eased a little for a while——

Many sons of evil omen were hungry and fiercely tore off pieces of meat, put them in their mouths and began to bite, eating fiercely.

Wuming smiled and handed the last piece of meat on the iron fork to the Son of Omen who had put a big knife against his neck before:

"Is a piece of barbecue enough to exchange our lives?"

The Son of Omen hesitated for a moment, but lost to the spice attack, took the nameless barbecue, and began to eat it.

"I can forgive you." The Son of Ominous Omen said vaguely, "But you are not fleshy enough to be a bad omen here."

"It's okay, I saw a lot of goats on the way here, and there are a lot of fresh meat sources." Wuming said, "How about it, can you eat sheep?"

"Eat."

"That's good. The bighorn sheep are much more delicious than our two-legged sheep. Let these four-legged sheep change our lives." Wuming said, "I'll catch you right now."

"The others have to stay as hostages."

"No problem." Wuming said, "I will personally stay as a hostage, and the task of catching the sheep can be left to my apprentice."

Wuming shouted: "Apprentice! Where is my apprentice?"

"This, this, this." Millicent raised her hand, a thin red-haired swordsman was defending against ten Sons of Ominous Omen at the same time with one hand, and she was still free to wave to Wuming.Seeing Wuming, he jumped up high, smashing away the ominous omens around him like a cannonball, and crossing the caravan to come to Wuming.

This force seems to be more powerful than barbecue. With such a powerful fighter among the enemies, the ominous omens around him are a little hesitant to continue fighting.

The Sons of Omen vaguely realized that the caravan hadn't shown all its fangs, their combat power hadn't been fully shown yet.

The Son of Evil Omen thought to himself, "I didn't expect that such a powerful fighter like Millicent was hidden in the small caravan. He must be the general of this group."

I saw Wuming pat the head of "General":

"It's time to show your knife skills - go prepare lamb slices, let's cook hot pot."

"Okay." Millicent then left like the wind, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Wuming sent Millison to hunt sheep, while he continued to look at the Son of Ominous Omen: "Please ask your companion to stop for a while, it will be bad if you hurt my staff."

Millicent just showed her hand and shocked the Children of Ominous Omen. Now that they heard Wuming say that, even though Wuming's tone was sincere, they still felt a threatening tone.

"Are you threatening me?" The Son of Omen stared at Wuming.

Wuming laughed, with a trace of coldness and mystery:
"We still have a cook under our command. If you hurt the cook, the big meal in a while will be greatly reduced."

The son of evil omen was silent, and after a while, the son of evil omen said: "Why boiled mutton?"

"You eat meat, let's share the soup." Wuming said, "Everyone is very tired, it's time to eat."

The Sons of Omen thought for a while, and finally put down the swords and axes in their hands.

Seeing that the fighting spirit of the Sons of Ominous Omen disappeared, Wuming finally relaxed, raised his arms and shouted:

"Cook, prepare to light the fire and cook!"

The people in the caravan all looked at the hooligan who had already put on the chef's uniform, ready to wait for the hooligan's family's meal today.

Hooligan's culinary skills are indeed very good, and the unity of the caravan has contributed to the hooligan's cooking skills.When meal time comes, the rogue becomes the hero of the caravan.

But this time the hooligan didn't stand up and was watched by everyone, instead he shrank his neck.

The hooligan said: "...isn't this a bit too scary?"

"What's so scary about this?" Wuming said.

"Cooking for the Son of Omen..." the rogue muttered, "I'm a little afraid of being cursed."

The hooligan's words were much more lethal than the nameless words, and the children of ominous omen around them suddenly became quiet.

To be precise, it was dead silence, their ugly faces did not show anger, but their fat and huge bodies were rather cowardly.

Wuming looked at the reactions of the children of evil omens, and said to the hooligans:
"Aren't you afraid of being hacked to death by them?"

"I am not afraid of death," said the hooligan, "but if I am cursed, I will never return to the tree."

"What is Returning Tree?" Wuming asked.

The hooligan stared wide-eyed: "Boss, aren't you? You don't know what a returning tree is?"

"I'm asking you back." Wuming said impatiently, "Don't answer questions with questions."

The hooligan replied with some uncertainty: "It is to return to the embrace of the golden tree after death. Wait for the call of the roots of the tree, wait for the guidance of death, and return to the golden tree."

Nameless said: "The premise is that you have to die, right?"

The rogue nodded.

"That's it." Wuming said, "You cook well, and you won't die, so why worry about this thing. Be quick, otherwise you will be regarded as sabotage this week, and your bonus will be deducted."

The hooligan started working reluctantly, readying the iron pot and Martian butterfly, burning wood and preparing a fire.

After Wuming taught the gangster a lesson, he turned around and saw that the Son of Omen had already returned to the coffin, and he didn't seem to be expecting any barbecue anymore. In the night, the huge figure curled up into a ball.

Nameless bent down and stuck his head into the coffin:
"Isn't it? Are you really crying?"

"Which eye of yours saw me cry?" The Son of Ominous Omen stared at Wuming.

"The eyes of the heart." Wuming patted his chest, "I have a lot of eyes, and I can feel that your hearts are bleeding."

"That's probably because the horns grow into the heart." Bad Sign said, "A few people die every month. When they are cut open, they all have horns that grow inward and are pierced by internal organs. Our disease, horns It's not surprising where it grows, and many people's eyeballs are poked in by the horns."

"Don't worry about it." Wuming said, "My caravan has nothing else. There are so many strange people. You guys are nothing. Cooks have a special psychological shadow, so they are more sensitive to your bad omens. .”

"No matter how strange it is, it can't be more strange than the bad omen." The son of the bad omen said, "I know you are afraid of us, so you don't have to pretend to be kind and hide it. Let's leave. This is a rare place for us to live."

"Don't be discouraged, don't you just grow a few horns on your flesh? Look at me, there are even those without flesh—"

Wuming turned around, ready to call Melina over, so that at least the beauty with a delicate appearance could comfort these ugly strong men.

It turned out that Melina was also standing a little far away.

Melina said: "What they said is true. The blood of the Son of Omen is stained. It is indeed an ominous thing."

"It's just unidentified blood." Wuming disagreed, "Millison's body is still corrupt, it's not a problem."

Seeing that Melina still refused to approach, Wuming had no choice but to walk over:

"Are you still afraid of these as a soul body?"

"I'm not afraid," Melina said, "but it's the truth. I don't want to comfort them with lies."

"The blood of the Son of Omen has the trait of defilement?" Wuming was curious, "What kind of defilement is it?"

"That's the remnants of the melting pot of life." Melina said, "Blending all kinds of creatures, all kinds of characteristics will appear on people. Horns, scales, abnormal hair, tails, etc."

"So it was inherited?" Wuming said.

Melina nodded.

"Why do you say it is the trait of defilement?" Wuming asked.

"That trait will spread," Melina said. "If you stay around the omen for a long time, your body and your descendants may also be infected with this curse. It will make people suffer and bring death."

Melina looked at the children of ominous omen sleeping in the coffin:
"In ancient times people liked to have the Son of Omen take the position of priest. People considered that quality sacred."

"The more you talk, the more cordial it becomes." Nameless said, "But I probably know it, no wonder you don't like it."

Melina said: "That's close to the end of madness -- the beginning of all life -- and it's normal to be seen as a bad omen. In this day and age, bad omens are the most tainted by taboos."

"Epileptic." Wuming nodded, "I understand when you say that."

Wuming returned to the coffin after listening to Melina's explanation:

"Friend, I need to discuss something with you."

"What?" asked the Son of Omen.

"Divide us into a few empty coffins. Since you have the trait of defilement, you have to live separately." Wuming said, "After dinner, we probably won't be able to sit together anymore. We have to separate, and you go to the adult's table."

The Son of Bad Omen said: "You still want to eat? Do you want to share our coffins? Do you remember to eat or not?"

Wuming smiled: "Only when you are full will you have the strength to fight with you again. That's the deal. When my apprentice brings the sheep over, I will open the pot."

As soon as Wuming spoke, the sheep arrived.

From this mass grave to the place where the flocks of sheep are everywhere, there is an uphill slope. Millicent is pulling a few logs to make wooden rafts, and transporting the pile of flesh that has been finely sliced ​​into mutton along the downhill slope. come over.

Behind her, followed by a woman.

"Why did you bring a two-legged sheep?" Wuming rubbed his chin and muttered to himself, "The two-legged sheep is not delicious."

When Millicent approached with the mutton and the woman, Wuming was a little surprised to see the woman's face.

He still knew this person, it was the woman he had rescued from Bloodfinger when he and Paqi Dajiao went to the Asian altar.

"why you?"

"Why is it always you?"

Wuming and the woman spoke in unison.

"I stepped on the spot last time, and this time I brought my caravan." Wuming said, "What's wrong with you?"

Nameless looked at Millicent: "Has she been hunted down again?"

Millicent nodded: "She was being hunted down by a blood finger, and I saved her by the way."

Millicent described the blood finger:
"It's a silent dragon knight, covered in blood red, with a double-edged knife. That blood finger is very powerful. If it wasn't for her unwillingness to fight, it might have been a hard fight."

Nameless looked at the woman: "So you like Blood Finger? Are you Blood Rose?"

"I am naturally beautiful." The woman squinted at Wuming.

"Forget it, that's not important." Wuming said, "It costs [-] runes to save someone, thank you."

"Why are there still some odds and zeros?" the woman said, "and why the price has increased. It wasn't two thousand runes last time."

"It's also two thousand this time." Wuming said, "But you have to eat before leaving? A meal of mutton will cost you five hundred runes, which is cheap enough."

The woman froze, and counted on her fingers:

"Combining my life is worth... four meals of mutton?"

"This is a discounted price, and the normal price will be doubled." Wuming corrected her, "That means a meal is not worth it."

"You!" The woman had a bad impression of Wuming, and when she heard him say that, she stared angrily.

"But I suspect that you can't afford this." Wuming shook his head and began to prepare the dishes, "You can sit at the merchant's table—"

A few scattered broken runes fell into Wuming's arms, interrupting his words.When Wuming put away Luen, he saw that the woman was already on the hearse with a gloomy face, as if she didn't shy away from the child of ill omen in the coffin.

"Just as long as you are happy." Wuming said, "Then you can eat at the same table as the bad omen."

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At the dinner table, although the businessman and the immortal were far away from the evil omen, the overall distinction was not very clear.

The hybrids acted as a transition between the two waves of people. These Defilers who were also cursed for contact with the furnace had a similar situation to the Sons of Omen, and they were also one of the oldest groups in the caravan. buffer zone.

Wuming Millicent and the others sat on the side of the evil omen, eating mutton fearlessly as if no one was watching.

"You agreed to only drink soup?" said the Son of Ominous Omen.

"I'm the owner of the caravan, isn't it normal for the boss to draw cakes?" Wuming picked up some pieces of mutton confidently, and put them into his mouth along the gap of the armor.

"Businessmen are like this." The woman also spoke to the side, "It's different from those faded heroes who aspire to become kings."

"You don't even know my name, but you are very good at choking people." Wuming said, "Once is a chance meeting, and twice is fate. Get to know me, my name is Wuming, what is your name? What do you do?"

"A lowly businessman is not worthy to know my name." The woman raised her head, not looking at the nameless.

"So big?" Wuming was displeased, "What are you doing? Don't look down on the caravan, let me tell you, you better be really big, otherwise I won't give you a discount."

"I am a priest," said the woman proudly.

"Priest?" Wuming was stunned, "Something like... a witch?"

"Almost, but I'm more like a priest," the woman said, "to instruct and teach."

The woman patted her chest: "In other words, she is my sister!"

Wuming stood in awe: "Disrespect, disrespect—would you teach others to become witches?"

"I teach warriors," the woman said, "I don't train witches who are so soft and fragile—what's your expression?"

Wuming could see the disappointment through the helmet.

"It's nothing, I'm short of teachers now." Wuming said, "It doesn't matter if you can train fighters, can you help me?"

"Help for what?" said the woman. "Don't think that a meal will let me help you, a despicable businessman."

Wuming looked at Tufu who was eating not far away: "There is a faded man over there, and he is also a warrior who wants to become a king."

"Hmph..." The woman rubbed her chin and observed Tuofu, "It's a bit of a talent, and it's worth cultivating."

"That's great--"

"I didn't say I'd help you," the woman said. "Now it's my turn to get paid."

"What do you want?" Wuming asked.

The woman thought for a while: "Help me kill someone."

"It can't be that blood finger?"

"Otherwise who else could it be? I'm so tired of chasing me every day." The woman said, "It's as disgusting as a blood fly."

"Blood flies revolve around excrement." Wuming reminded her.

(End of this chapter)