The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 204 The Reasonable Rodel Soldier
Amei's shovel hurt someone, so she quickly put down the shovel.

She separated her two slender legs from side to side, bent down, and the corners of her blouse were loose, revealing a section of her white belly.

Amei stretched out her slender hands, as if to pick a lotus flower——

The soil seemed to be squeezed by something, and it was thrown out from Amei's feet crazily, and it was thrown ten meters away.

Amei started digging directly, and each handful of soil was much smaller, but the frequency was super high, and the efficiency was as good as a big shovel.

"Dog." Wuming stayed away from Ami, avoiding the bold and scattered soil.

After a while, Amei dug out the person buried deep in the soil.

The man was still bleeding and moaned weakly.

"I'm injured, I need to bandage it quickly." Amei looked around, looking for a piece of cloth that could be bandaged.

She looked around but couldn't find it, so she had to tear off a piece of fabric from the corner of her clothes, squatted down and bandaged the seriously injured Rodel soldier, letting him lean on her thigh.

"Is this the way?" Ami looked at Wuming with some uncertainty.

"I don't know very well." Nameless said, "I've always been treated with miracles, just like Melina."

Wu Ming pointed to the wounded who were rescued by Melina, every wounded had a golden tree next to them:

"Aren't you a priest, don't you know how to order healing spells?"

Ami bit her lips: "I don't know... but I know some protective spells and prayers for attack."

"But it won't be treated." Wuming emphasized.

Amy was discouraged:
"We haven't learned much about it... We used to think that as long as the defense is strong enough and the offense is strong enough, you don't need treatment."

"Naive idea." Wuming shook his head.

"Stop making sarcastic remarks." Amei stared at Wuming, "There is still a wounded person here."

"Let me do it." Wuming squatted in front of Rodel's soldier, releasing golden light, healing Rodel's soldier and warming Ami.

Amei stared at the golden light: "You can do everything."

"That's right, I traveled all over the world, relying on farting in the bed - capable of writing and martial arts!" Wuming boasted proudly.

"Okay, I'll dig the soil and you save people." Amei said.

"Then you have to dig quickly." The Rodel soldier in front of Wuming was about to heal, "It can't be too fast, otherwise you might dig out a piece of meat."

"Hmph, let me show you that the magic of attacking is also useful." Ami handed the Rodel soldier to Wuming. After getting up, she clasped her hands together and muttered a word. There was light shining between her palms, and the ancient words were recited through language.

The violent wind blows up, flying sand and rocks in an instant, rolling up sand and dust, blowing all over the sky.

The storm was concentrated into a cylinder, covering only this camp, and Rodel's soldiers who were buried in the mud were soon blown out.

Amei separated her hands, the storm dissipated, she lifted one side of her ponytail, and raised her chin in a proud arc: "Did you see that?"

"I didn't see it." Wuming and Rodel soldiers answered her while they were buried in the thick sand.

"This is your prayer." Wuming stepped out of the soil, marveling at the former Rodel camp that had been blown into a basin.

"Hurry up and save people." Amei urged him.

Wuming greeted Melina, and started treatment immediately, and the depression was filled with warm light balls all over the place.

But even though Wuming and Melina were very efficient, they still couldn't save some of them. Many wounded were not as stable as Melina said, or they were blown by the strong wind, and their injuries showed signs of aggravation.

After a gust of wind blows, Amei has nothing to do. She can only watch Wuming and Melina busy.

The more Amei looked at her, her brows became more and more wrinkled. She didn't know whether she was saddened by seeing the tragic situation of Rodel's soldiers, or was reminded of some sad past, and she started dropping pearls again.

She took a deep breath, stopped looking at the tragic situation everywhere, and prepared to change the direction and change the scenery.

Turning his head, he saw Wuming leaning over and staring at her.

"You seem to like to cry." Wuming said.

"You want to care?" Ami turned around, not letting Wuming look at her. "This is called inner sensitivity. It is because we have strong defenses that we can keep our hearts soft."

"Very good, you cry a lot, you are responsible for hanging your life." Wuming took out a scroll and threw it on Ami's five-horse hairstyle crown, and Ami, who had a strong defense, let out a cry of pain.

"What is this?" Ami took the scroll from her head.

"A prayer." Nameless said, "It's used for hanging, it can make the dying people breathe—probably enough to confess a last word. If you're lucky, they can last until we go to treat them."

"Learning to pray now?" Amei said, "It's too difficult..."

"I've given you the spell, when you learn it depends on yourself." Wuming turned his head and continued to save people.

Amei gritted her teeth, sat down cross-legged on the spot, opened the scroll, and watched it carefully.

After Melina Wuming saved half of the people, Amei got up and rushed to the weak soldiers. As the tears dripped down, the golden tears melted into their bodies, driving their lives to dance together.

"What kind of prayer is this?" Melina also noticed the spell used by Ami and asked Wuming.

"Farewell to tears." Wuming explained to Melina.

"There is such a useful prayer, why don't you use it yourself?" Melina was surprised.

"This question is very good. This question is very in-depth." Wuming said, "This prayer is very good, but there is a little problem."

"what?"

Wuming glanced at Ami, her eyes were already red and swollen.

"It's kind of useless." Nameless said, "And I don't shed tears, or it's hard for my body to secrete tears. The liquid that can be secreted is not a good thing."

"A prayer that requires a medium?" Melina said. "Sounds more like a spell or magic."

"Maybe it can be used without tears, I don't know." Wuming said, "I've never used that thing before."

"You want to say you're too strong to ever use this thing?" Melina said.

"Usually the enemy is too strong to use it in time, or it will be useless even if it is used." Wuming said, "Anyway, our lives are worthless, and hanging lives is not an important thing to us."

"Life is still beautiful." Melina said, "Only by living can there be hope for the future."

"In other words, it is a life without hope and future, so it is not uncommon to want to die." Wuming said.

Melina stopped arguing with Wuming and focused on treating the wounded.

After working in silence for a while, he found that Wuming had been standing there without moving.

Melina said, "What are you doing?"

Wuming looked in one direction: "What is that? Did you put it too?"

Following the nameless finger, Melina looked towards the center of the crater.

In the deepest part of the numerous golden saplings released by Melina, there is a more transparent, not so bright, sapling with only faint light.

"No," Melina said, "that's... a sapling."

"The sapling of the golden tree?" Wuming asked.

"No." Melina shook her head, "A sapling similar to blessing."

"Is there any difference from blessing?" Wuming asked.

"Blessing guides the living, this guides the undead." Melina said.

"Oh, so this one is here to call you home for dinner." Wuming was stunned.

Melina was speechless: "Can't you guide these undead?"

"It's also possible." Wuming didn't insist.

Melina glanced at the sapling, but stopped looking at it.

"Since this is similar to blessing, does that mean that some people will not be able to see this sapling just like they can't see blessing?" Wuming asked.

"Maybe." Melina sighed. "After the magic ring was broken, too many things collapsed. The living cannot see the blessings, they cannot go to the golden tree, and the return of the dead to the tree is also blocked."

"That's why your body was burned but you didn't die?" Wuming asked.

"I don't know." Melina didn't want to talk about this topic, "You don't want to delve into this topic, the living should not ask the dead."

"I have some things I want to understand." Wuming said, "So I don't want to miss any clues. If I'm lucky, maybe I can meet other dead souls, some dead souls that I really want to meet again."

"I don't know." Melina said, "The death rune had already been removed when the golden law was born. Under the rule of the golden law, people are no longer shrouded in the shadow of death, and life and gold live forever. My mother didn't tell me much about death."

"Okay." Wuming put this question aside for the time being, and turned to treat the wounded.

With the joint efforts of many people, the camp was finally cleaned up.

The living people are on one side, the dead are on the other side, the number is about [-]-[-].

"I did my best." Amei was lying on the ground, her eyes were already swollen like a child of platinum.

"Congratulations, you are about to have the qualities a witch should have—" Wuming said, "become a blind man."

"Thank you." Amei said softly, but she didn't refute Wuming.

"You're welcome." Nameless said, "After we're done, it's time for us to hurry."

"Thank you." There was another thank you in a rough voice.

Nameless said: "Are you very thirsty? If you are thirsty, you can squeeze some tears to drink—"

Wuming turned his head and looked over, it was Rodel's soldier who was talking.

"It's all what we should do." Wuming rushed over immediately, smiling kindly, "We just dispatched thousands of people, did not eat or drink for three days and three nights, and spent tens of millions of runes to rescue you. You are welcome. There should be a fee, but you are refugees, so we won't charge you, just hurry up and rebuild after the disaster."

A Mei and the others all looked sideways: "Where are the thousands of people for three days and three nights..."

The Rodel soldiers didn't know the truth, and they were very grateful to hear Wuming say this:

"How can I do that, you are really good people, please tell me your names? I must report to Wangcheng to praise your good people and good deeds."

Wuming coughed twice: "Oh, since you are so generous, I will reluctantly tell you. I am a businessman, and I am going to bring my caravan to do business in Yatan, but I did not expect to meet your death. I went over to save you with a snap, and soon, I dug you out."

"Isn't it three days and three nights?" Amei reminded him from the side.

Wuming stared back at her: "This is an exaggerated rhetorical method!"

Wuming looked back at Rodel's soldier again, and put on an amiable expression again:

"Oh, military lord, is there anything else I need to help? If you are inconvenient to travel, we can bring up a batch of horses, as long as you give permission to open the big elevator here, and don't let the golems attack us. "

Wuming was very enthusiastic, but what he got in return was silence.

The moment he uttered the word businessman, the scene froze.Obviously there are many more people in the ruins now, but the scene seems to be colder than before when they were all buried under the ground.

"Are you a businessman?" Rodel's soldier's voice was a little low, and he no longer had the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe.

"Yes, good businessman." Wuming said.

"There is still a caravan." Rodel soldier asked again.

"The big caravan operates a variety of businesses, and I guarantee that you will be satisfied." Wuming said.

The Rodel soldier was silent.

A soldier stood up suddenly and drew his long sword.

"What to do?" Wuming raised his shield vigilantly, "Revenge for kindness, right?"

The soldier did not attack Wuming, but directly raised his sword and wiped his neck, fell to the ground, twitched twice, and did not move.

The corner of Wuming's mouth also twitched twice: "What do you mean?"

A few more soldiers stood up and wiped their necks neatly.

Now Wuming couldn't stand anymore:

"What are you doing? Touching porcelain, right? I haven't finished knocking on the stick, so you're going to touch my porcelain?"

"They have a strong temper." The Rodel soldier in front of Wuming said, "They are unwilling to accept the merchant's kindness."

"It can't be so exaggerated..." Wuming said, "Life is precious, and there is hope only when you live?"

"Who told you?" Rodel soldier asked.

Wuming looked at Melina, and found that Melina had a gloomy expression.

"Don't you think so?" Wuming asked.

"Life is indeed precious, but the life saved by the merchant is not so precious." Rodel soldier said, and was about to draw out his long sword to kill himself.

Just as the sword was drawn halfway, a fist suddenly smacked over and hit the face, sending Rodel's soldier flying.

It was Ami, panting, her voice was low and full of murderous intent:
"My eyes are swollen from crying...to be so disrespectful to the fruits of my labor..."

She shouldered the huge shovel and squinted at the soldiers.

A majestic momentum and pressure emanated from Amei's body, overwhelming the soldiers, as if they were being targeted by a giant dragon.

"Who are you..." Rodel soldier was astonished.

They didn't get an answer, and Amei rushed towards them with a shovel in her hand, and the screams echoed in the crater for a while.

After a while, the eyes of all the Rodel soldiers became more red and swollen than Ami's, some were already bruised, and the more serious eyeballs were knocked out, and they were picking up the eyeballs all over the floor to put them back.

Panting heavily, Amei used a shovel as a crutch, and shouted:
"Who dares to die again, I will shoot him to death!"

The Rodel soldier sat on the spot obediently, not daring to make a sound.

It was still Wuming who became a peacemaker, ran to Ami, and calmed her down:

"You rest first, we have something to discuss, don't hurt your peace."

"Who is it?" Ami complained, angrily walked aside, sat with her back, not looking at those Rodel soldiers.

Wuming said to the Rodel soldier: "You have also seen that my companion has a bad temper, and he will kill people when he comes back. Everyone take a step back, and I will take care of you."

The Rodel soldier was silent for a moment, and finally stretched out his hand, shaking hands with Wuming to make peace.

"Golem, I will turn back and ask the officer to turn it off for you." Rodel soldier said.

"It's a deal." Wuming shook Rodel's soldier's hand amiably, "I knew that you must be reasonable and good people, military lord."

(End of this chapter)