The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 202 The Ugly Catacombs
In the underground cemetery, even before entering the cemetery, one can already feel an ominous feeling.

On the ground near the entrance of the cemetery, there is a viscous yellow-brown liquid covering the ground. It is unknown what kind of creature or what is left behind.

This reminded Wuming of the yellow pus left when the epileptic patients burst out their eyeballs, and also like the dirty liquid that flowed out from the internal organs of the immortals when they were on the verge of death.

In short, full of ominousness and filth.

The breath of corruption and death has not yet entered the cemetery, but it has already rushed out from the crack in the door.

It's a pity that this terrible breath met a noseless master, Wuming was caressed by that ugly breath, and there was no reaction at all.

He pushed open the gate that blocked the cemetery and entered it.

Wuming usually doesn't like to enter the cemetery.

Although the money from the tomb robbery was quick, Wuming was unwilling to disturb the death of those people in the cemetery.

Even in the cemetery, he stole the wealth of the people who built the cemetery, not the wealth of the buried body, such as his golden carriage.

Of course, this is related to Wuming's other psychological shadow - he has some resistance to going to the cemetery.

Wuming put away the long sword, picked up a wooden stick, and tied a stone to the wooden stick, then cast a spell, enveloping the stone and wooden stick with a light full of sacred aura, and lit a bright ball of light on his head As a light bulb, it illuminates the surroundings brightly, and then reluctantly continues to move forward.

But the scene that caused Wuming to tremble and worry did not appear. The situation in the cemetery was much warmer than the scene he had imagined, which made him feel relieved——

This cemetery is different from ordinary cemeteries. There are extraordinarily many corpses, corpses piled on top of corpses, rotten flesh on top of rotten flesh.A staircase surrounded by four sides continued to descend, and the smell of corpses soared into the sky in the middle.

Carefully identify those corpses that have entered decay, and some features of feathers, scales, tumors and even tails can be vaguely seen.

Wuming is quite familiar with these characteristics. Even if he is not familiar with them, he can guess them when he sees the undead creatures lying on the pile of corpses—on the pile of corpses, many hybrids are curled up in a ball, breathing weakly.

These were the corpses of hybrids, some fat, perhaps the corpses of the Sons of Omen.

Lying on top of the corpse was a layer of hybrids whose wings were still plump, some had no breath, and some were sleeping peacefully.

Among Wuming's employees, the hybrid is one of the veterans, who helped him through many difficult times, so Wuming is very familiar with them.

The hybrid that had turned into a corpse did not get up as expected, and the hybrid that had not yet become a corpse made Wuming feel kind.He was no longer nervous at once, and stepped on the pile of corpses with light steps, pus and slurry burst out with every step, and he happily advanced in front of those hybrids like a child stepping through fish whites and pig bubbles.

"Wake up." Wuming pushed those hybrids who still had breath.

Most of the hybrids didn't respond, they fell into a deep sleep, with a happy and calm smile on their hideous faces.

There were also some hybrids with particularly sensitive noses, who couldn't stand Wuming's interruption and the soaring stench, and were awakened by Wuming's shaking.

As soon as he woke up, he bared his teeth and fumbled for a hatchet, ax, anchor, and sword from under An Mian's body, intending to cut Wuming.

"I'm a good person." Wuming felt aggrieved, and knocked the bastards down, "Isn't it just disturbing your sleep, why are you so angry?"

The hybrid was persistent, still grinning at Wuming, struggling and trying to continue attacking Wuming, very similar to the posture of the hybrid that Wuming saw in Moen City back then.

Wuming had no choice but to point out. The pink atmosphere permeated the cemetery, dyeing the eyes of the hybrids with a pink ambiguous atmosphere, making them fall asleep.

Wuming moved the hybrids outside the cemetery, and continued to go back, going deep into the tomb.

When you encounter a hybrid, tie it back to the ground, and then continue to go deeper.

However, after searching for a long time, Wuming still couldn't find the perfumer he was looking for, and the mixed race had caught a lot of them.

"Where did it go..." Wuming muttered impatiently.

He went all the way down to the bottom of the cemetery.

"What are you doing?"

Above Wuming's head, a voice shouted angrily.

Wuming was hypnotizing a few hybrids and was about to carry them back when he heard a sound above his head and immediately felt a kind of wind pressure.

Wuming hurriedly led the hybrid to dodge, a burly child of ominous omen jumped down from the sky, and sat down on the pile of corpses, the soup splashed all over Wuming's body.

The burly and fat evil omen got up, holding a big knife in his hand and slung it on his shoulder:
"Those little guys can't do anything to you, don't think you can pass me - what are you doing?"

Wuming waited for the dripping soup to fall, and wiped his helmet:

"I'm pulling them out of the cemetery—there are still living Sons of Omen, I thought they were all hybrids."

"Why do you want to destroy their sleep?" The son of ominous omen suppressed anger in his voice.

"Is this... a restful sleep?" Wuming looked at the pile of corpses around him, "How are you doing? Although I know that people's preferences are free, I still suggest you go see a doctor."

"This is the cemetery." The Son of Ominous Omen reminded Wuming, "And we came here following the doctor's orders."

"That's right, this is a cemetery." Wuming said, "The hybrids I cleared out obviously don't meet the occupancy requirements."

The Son of Omen didn't know how to answer Wuming for a moment.

"You pretend to be confused, don't you?" The Son of Omen said in a deep voice.

"Don't dare, I just think... your living conditions are too bad." Wuming said, "The per capita housing area is not even half a square, right? Sleeping standing up? The life of the dead is also the life, so you can't be so perfunctory!"

Wuming enthusiastically walked over to the Son of Omen, dripping corpses, took his arm kindly, and conjured up an illusion with light magic:
"Look, this is the house I built at Ailey Church. The first phase has already been delivered. Look, it's also a mixed race. Our employees live in a comparable place—" Wuming stomped on the corpse under his feet, "Better Your broken place is much better, your lighting is too poor, and the structure is not reasonable..."

"Shut up!" The Son of Omen was furious, "Are you insulting us? I'm going to kill you—"

In the depths of the cemetery, the core part of the cemetery sealed off by the authorities - the room of the roots of the big tree, the perfumer Tolisha was sitting with a hybrid with red hair that looked a bit like a lion.

The lion hybrid lay comfortably on Tolisha's lap, leaning against the perfumer's heavy apron, breathing evenly.

Tolisha held a snuff bottle and shook it under the lion hybrid's nose. The dense mist overflowed from the pot and was inhaled with the lion hybrid's even breathing.With each inhalation, the lion hybrid's breath became longer and his body more relaxed.

Tolisha hummed a simple rhythmic song, and by the way gave some massages to the lion hybrid.

The trap door was knocked open, and the fat body of the Son of Omen smashed through the thick stone door, and his chubby body rolled all the way to Tuo Lixia before stopping.

The lion hybrid woke up instantly, and looked at the door together with Tolisha. A knight's helmet was poking in through the door, and he also saw Tolisha and the others.

Nameless clapped his hands:

"Hey, I found it, double happiness."

The first joy is that I found the perfumer I was looking for, and the other joy is that Wuming no longer has to find an agency.

Wuming suddenly realized that he didn't want to go to the cemetery, not only because the cemetery was eerie, but also because the mechanism was too annoying.

Wuming looked at the perfumer and asked, "Are you Tolisha?"

"I am, who are you?" The perfumer stood up, brushed his fingers over the spice bag at his waist, and replaced the spice bottle for combat with his fingertips, looking at Wuming warily.

If Tolisha was still wary of Wuming, the awakened hybrids and Sons of Ominous Omen were completely hostile, and they all grabbed their big swords and roared and charged directly at Wuming.

After a while, they all flew back upside down.

Wuming held a purple pyroxene in his hand, and the light of gravity magic emerged around his body, like a sea wave, centered on himself, constantly emerging and spreading outward.

No matter how the son of ominous omen and the lion hybrid charge, they can't break through the high wall of gravity and get close to Wuming.

Wuming ignored the ominous omens and hybrids that were constantly hitting him, and looked at Tolisha through the high magic wall:
"I have no name and no surname. I am a person who has lost the past. You can call me nameless. I am a businessman now, and I came here specially to see Mr.

"Businessman..." Tuo Lixia said, "Did you come to the cemetery to buy?"

Wuming laughed: "Why do you think so—"

"He's a human trafficker!" The Son of Omen interrupted Wuming, angrily angrily said, "He kidnapped many bastards out of the tomb!"

"Human traffickers, come to the cemetery to buy goods?" Wuming said, "Don't make trouble."

"Mixed races are natural slaves." Tolixia said calmly, "Are you a slave trader?"

"Slave trader? How can I be a slave trader?" Wuming said, "The efficiency of slaves is very low. After all, they are already slaves and cannot get worse. There is nothing to lose, and there is no enthusiasm. No matter what slaves do Anything more or less belongs to the master, so they will fish for it."

Wuming clapped his hands: "I have always hired, distributed according to work, and worked as much as I could to fully mobilize their enthusiasm. Overtime is all voluntary. Although the daily labor is several times more than that of slaves, they are all happy. !"

"Sounds more heinous than a slave trader," Tolisha said.

"It's better than letting them lie here and wait to die, right?" Wuming refused to accept, "You are the one who is outrageous."

Tolisha frowned on her face wrapped in a heavy turban:
"What on earth are you here for?"

"I heard that you are an expert on how to cure the omens of mixed races." Wuming said, "I am here to ask for your advice and obtain your results."

"What do you want this for?" Tolisha asked, "It's all useless knowledge."

"There is no useless knowledge." Wuming said, "Even if you fail, at least you can help me clear the mines and tell me which road is blocked, so that I can save energy and find a better way."

"A better way?"

Nameless nodded: "I want to try to treat the omen of the mixed species."

"Cure the omen of mixed race... What's your plan?" Tolisha asked.

"Of course it liberates these laborers." Wuming said, "I've discovered it a long time ago. Mixed races and bad omens, although their appearance is not acceptable to the people of gold, their bodies are very strong; their intelligence is also quite well developed. And the body is quite strong; although it is a slave, the body is very strong!"

Wuming compared his thumbs to the hybrid and Ominous Son who were still impacting his gravity magic:
"The body is very strong."

These words suddenly aroused a chill in them, they stopped attacking by coincidence, stayed away from Wuming, and stood behind Tuo Lixia.

"So you have to hire them as labor." Tolixia concluded.

"It's not just them." Wuming said, "I also want you."

Now Tolisha also took half a step back: "What do you mean?"

"You are a good person." Nameless said.

Tolisha didn't understand anymore.

Nameless continued: "You are a good person, a well-respected herbalist. Although your strength is mediocre and your power is not high, your social influence is very good. I want to open up sales in the Asian Forum, and I need your good image and reputation. Good sir—I need your good name."

Tuo Lixia shook her head slightly: "Your purpose is really naked, you don't hide it at all."

"Will you believe me when I say some high-sounding reasons?" Wuming said, "Anyway, people will only believe what they want to believe. The real reason is not important, as long as it can convince you."

"You say that... how can I believe you?"

Nameless said: "Now you can only rely on faith - you can't prove it, you just have to see if you are willing to believe. Or... are you willing to take another gamble, bet on whether you can find a cure for the bad omen?" Method."

Seeing that the three of them didn't charge up again, Wuming put away the pyroxene and gravity magic, and continued, "I'm also betting on whether you still have the courage to see if you give up completely—and leave the method entirely to the omen hunters." method."

"Faith..." Tuo Lixia's mouth was full of pain, "We have no faith for a long time. The foot of the great golden tree keeps giving birth to bad omens. During the war, Wangcheng sent us doctors to fight... Faith is too ethereal. Evidence is needed. Why should I believe that you can lead me to find a cure for the omen? Do you have any secret method?"

Wuming scratched his head: "The secret method to cure bad omens? If I have one, why would I look for you? I definitely don't have a clue."

"Then why should I give up the current method and let them continue to suffer?" Tuolixia said.

"They look... so miserable." Wuming looked at the lion hybrid and the son of ominous omen, "I have no way to make these monsters return to normal people, and I can't think of any way to restore them. But I have The way ordinary people become monsters."

The three of Tolisha were puzzled at the same time.

Wuming stretched out his finger, and a twisted and ominous flame rose from the fingertip.

"I can create creatures that are more distorted than Ominous Hybrids." Wuming said, "Perhaps you can find a way to reverse them by studying the birth of monsters?"

Tolixia's eyes reflected the distorted flame of her ring finger:
"Is that epilepsy?"

"Who knows." Wuming said, "But it's just as chaotic as epileptic fire, and it's just as unknown, and it will give birth to sad creatures."

Tuo Lixia thought for a while: "Not to mention whether it is feasible or not, even if you can really actively create bad omens and spread curses-you want to heal the stain by creating stains?"

"I think it's almost the same as using physical methods to solve the pollution problem." Wuming said calmly.

Tolisha hesitated: "Let me think about it."

Nameless nodded, faced the three of them, and slowly retreated outside the door.

Walking to the door, Wuming stopped again, staring at the three of Tolixia.

"When I see you people, I always think of my teacher." Wuming said, "The teacher who taught me this ominous power has suffered from it all her life, and she has no power to recover from it, but if I have the opportunity, I want to be there You see here the day the monster returns to normal."

Nameless extinguished the flame:
"Listen to my advice, even if you really want to stick to your own method, you should let them die outside the cemetery—and then transport them to the cemetery. Your environment is too bad."

"I can't help it." Tolisha said, "You are not the only one who wants to stop me. I can only hide here with the ominous hybrids and wait for death here."

"Oh? Is there a colleague?" Wuming's eyes became fierce. "Is there anyone else who wants to compete with me for labor? What price does he charge you? I will pay double."

"It's the one with the sun badge," Tolisha said.

"Sun Badge?"

Wuming's ferocious eyes melted in an instant, staring wide, round and shining, like a big cat with round eyes.

(End of this chapter)