The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 218 Charity
Se Lian looked at the fallen body in the classroom whose face could not be discerned, and then at Wuming:

"What is this doing?"

"Oh, when you passed by, someone came to attack you." Wuming crawled out from the belly of the corpse, "I killed him."

Se Lian stepped on the pool of blood, observing the corpse whose body was half turned into minced meat:

"Hey, it's really powerful. You don't have any special abilities in this body, right? Although the pyroxene on your body has just been replaced, its energy is limited. How can it be enough to kill a person?"

"I'm very experienced in fighting with large-sized enemies." Wuming said, "I used to fight with enemies the size of mountain monsters. When I turned into a puppet and faced normal people, it was as if I was facing a giant. Go around more and reduce the opponent's physical strength. As long as you don't get caught once and cut slowly, you can always cut the opponent to death."

Wuming looked at the corpse that was almost hacked into pieces, and calmly made a shocking speech.

"Awesome, as expected of you." Selian said, "I used to dissect magicians, and I seldom cut people into pieces like this. At most, I stuffed people into buckets filled with broken pyroxene and let them be eroded. "

Selian retreated to the podium, thinking about something:
"What is the identity of this person? Want to assassinate me?"

"I don't know very well." Nameless said, "It's a magic apprentice, wearing a pyroxene stone mask, but I don't recognize the face inside the mask either."

Wuming speculated: "First of all, it should be possible to rule out the apprentices in Haimo's classroom."

"Why?" asked Selian.

"The people in Haimo Classroom are full of muscles." Wuming said, "This person's muscles are far less tough than those big guys, otherwise I wouldn't be able to deal with the enemy so easily."

"That's probably not the person from Radsley's classroom." Selian sat on the podium with his legs crossed, observing the rags on the corpse, "The mage's robe in Radsley's classroom is full moonlight, not Rhea Lukaria dark blue."

"Maybe it's just a young man who sent someone he doesn't know to prevent the exposure of the mastermind behind it." Wuming said, "It's been a bit long, and it's hard to track down who sent him. But there is one thing that can be done." Confirm—you are still in the academy, and you still have enemies."

"It's not surprising." Se Lian smiled disapprovingly. "Even the original schools of different classrooms in the college have people who are hostile to each other. The origin school is a school that many people resist. They are afraid of me."

Ser Lian propped her cheeks, thinking of what happened in Yatan:
"Fear, it will attract hatred. As long as they regard the origin as a scourge, they will attack me before the danger arrives."

"Why does it sound like you have expected it?" the little puppet said.

"I've dissected a lot of magicians, and I've learned about the souls of many people." Se Lian smiled, "I'm a witch teacher who is proficient in human nature—I'm just too lazy to play with these things."

"Coincidentally, my witch teacher is also very proficient in human nature, and taught me to be also very proficient in human nature." Wuming said, "So, you can do it alone?"

"No problem." Se Lian was full of confidence, "The people of the academy have been shrunk in the academy all year round, and they dare not go out of the academy to practice, nor have the courage to explore unknown areas. His whole level is stuck here, and he can only get through it." A relatively unsuccessful life. Academy apprentices, that's all."

"What are your plans?" Wuming asked, "Come and report your plan to the boss, model employee."

Se Lian sneered: "They took the initiative to attack me. Now I have a good reason to clean up the college. The best person is the one who can't find out, so that I can clean up the whole college once."

"Have courage." Wuming said, "You can't arrange this person here yourself, can you?"

"How could it be, you are my confidant, don't you know me yet?" Serlian said, "I won't be as insidious as that guy Servis, and I will find a puppet to be an outcast—if it was me, I would choose to clean up the academy directly."

Selian's bangs blocked the starlight in her eyes, and she smiled sinisterly in the shadows:

"I persist in spreading the theory of origin and expand the influence of the origin faction in the academy. Now it's finally time to blossom and bear fruit. It's time to rectify the academy and bring the entire Rhea Lucaria into my hands."

"Why does it sound so evil?" Wuming looked sideways, "Don't do bad things, colleges, it's a good thing that all schools can communicate freely."

"I have taken control of the academy, so I can remove the seal," said Se Lian.

"Clean, it must be cleaned." Wuming changed his words immediately, "I have long been unhappy with this old and decayed academy, and Teacher Se Lian is the shining star of the academy!"

Hearing Wu Ming calling herself a shining star, Se Lian was so happy that she spun in blood: "Thank you."

"But if you directly cleanse, you will turn many people who do not oppose you into enemies." Wuming said, "It's better to be gentle."

"Don't worry, I will first find out who attacked me this time."

"Do you have a solution?" Wuming asked.

Selian pinched his chin covered with bright stones:
"You said the enemy is not strong, right?"

"It's definitely not strong. If it is strong, my small body can't protect you." Wuming said.

"For me, it shouldn't be too strong." Su Lian thought, "And they probably won't know that I will lose consciousness-this man is here to die."

"Why?" Wuming was puzzled, "To frame you?"

"I'm afraid so," said Cerlian.

"Then why hasn't anyone come in yet?" Wuming wondered, "It's been two or three days, and the corpse is almost smelly."

"I guess...they're waiting for the evidence," said Selian, "death is not a big deal, the soul can return to the tree. What they're waiting for is the taboo that all apprentices will resist, waiting for the one who can bring me down The taboo appears—the star seed. They should believe that I will make the magician into a magician ball and conduct research on the origin."

"But the magician was solved by me. You don't have time to do this research at all." Wuming said.

"So as long as this place is cleaned up, I will go out and act like a normal person, waiting for whoever finds the problem first, yelling that the apprentice is missing and suspecting me, and strongly demanding to come to my classroom and residence for inspection, whoever is the most suspicious ’ said Cerlian.

"You can give it a try." Wuming said and ran out, and after a while, carrying a basin of water, he swayed in and walked up to Se Lian.

"Are you going to wash the floor?" Selian said, "It doesn't need to be so troublesome. With some solution, these corpses and blood stains can be cleaned up - I have done it many times."

The little puppet shook his head.

"Okay, but what are you doing here, the blood is under the podium." Se Lian pointed to the plasma on the ground with her toes.

"There is a place where the blood stains can't be used with a solution." Wuming picked up the basin, raised his head, and showed the frozen smile of the puppet.
"Mom, wash your feet."

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After Wuming cleaned up all the blood stains on Se Lian's feet, and dealt with the residue that he made everywhere in the classroom, most of the day had passed.

"Then I'll go back first." Wuming said, "Your treatment should be going well, right?"

Selian was a little embarrassed now:
"Hmm...it didn't go well."

"What's going on?" Wuming asked, "Didn't he survive?"

So Lian messed up the people of gold and told Wuming about the damage to his body.

"I will leave my body to you." Said Se Lian, "You are the only one who is familiar with puppetry at the Yatan."

"This kind of thing actually happened..." Wuming clicked his tongue, "I already felt that the golden people were troublesome—you said he was the one who treated Yula in the end?"

Se Lian nodded: "Looking at what he means, he doesn't seem to be trying to show off."

"Interesting, I'll go back and have a look." Wuming said as he lost consciousness from the puppet and returned to the Yatan Plateau.

Consciousness returned to the body, and the familiar sensations returned.

In the fragrance of the blood rose, a soft touch penetrated into the armor.

Wuming opened his eyes and looked down at the pillow on his lap.

Looking up, I saw Ashmi's painful expression like constipation.

Several tentacles protruded from the pillow formed by her knees, and they were drilling into her armor, touching the flesh inside.

"What are you doing?" Wuming asked.

"Exercising my will." Ashmi's voice was trembling with pain, "Your body is still burning... I'll first partially adapt to this pain, so maybe I can gradually adapt."

"It's gradually becoming numb." Wuming corrected her, "You haven't given up yet, you have courage."

"You are the strongest person I have ever seen." Ashimi bit his lips to bleed, his body almost melted and he couldn't maintain his shape, "I want...to be king."

"Then keep on going, don't just burn yourself, but also remember to add fuel, so that you can burn sustainably and gain energy." Wuming said as he got up from Ashmi's lap and went straight to the perfumer's camp.

"Where's Yula? What about the people of gold?" Wuming yelled as he ran, "And what about Selian's body? Hey, you're going to have an accident as soon as I leave, so don't worry..."

Wuming shut up, and saw Yura sitting on a bed of soft leaves, being fed mush by Tolisha.

"It's really cured?" Wuming said, "The golden people were cured?"

Tolisha nodded silently when she heard Wuming's words.

Tolisha was a little bit shocked, and always felt that she had been in the catacombs for a long time, and she was a little out of date.

How can a golden citizen know more about the cursed blood than himself after watching it for a while?Is this reasonable?

Wuming leaned in front of Yula, squeezed this and that, and looked at Yula, who was still a little weak, but his face was much more normal, and marveled: "That's great? What about the people of gold? They are talented."

Tolisha and Yura looked in the same direction at the same time.

The golden man was being tied to a wooden stake. In front of him, Pachi Ami and others were sitting on a barbecue with a lethal amount of spices, and they kept fanning the golden man's fire.

Patch said viciously: "Although you have made up for it, but, ah, you committed crimes on my territory without authorization, and it was in vain for us to bring you into the camp. Is this how you repay our trust in you?"

After finishing talking, Patch poked Ami next to him:

"You also say a few words."

A Mei didn't have time to speak harshly, she picked up the delicious barbecue and stuffed it into her mouth, slurring her words so that she couldn't hear anything clearly.

Faced with such torture, the people of gold are fearless in the face of danger, with awe-inspiring righteousness, as if they are about to die generously, and they are full of disdain for the food on the bonfire.

"Put it down quickly." Wuming stepped forward and put the Golden People down.

When the Golden People were put down, they just rubbed their wrists, and kept smirking at Wuming who rescued him.

Wuming looked at him with a smile on his face, brushed off the dust from his body, and approached him kindly:

"Look at your dirty body, it smells like cumin and mutton. Go take a bath in the nearby lake?"

The people of gold ignored Wuming.

"I can't tell, master, you can cure cursed blood." Wuming said, "Are you also a doctor in Yatan?"

"No." The Golden People replied in a muffled voice.

"That's the patient." Wuming said, "As the saying goes, a long illness makes a doctor—are you also infected with curse blood?"

The people of gold stared at Wuming coldly, without saying a word.

"Not yet?" Wuming said, "That's an ordinary resident."

Wuming clapped his hands: "What you want is ordinary residents. I have something that I want to give you."

Under the puzzled expression of the people of gold, Wuming ran to the convoy and came back soon, with his hands behind his back.

Wuming didn't make a fool of himself, and quickly handed the things hidden behind his back to the people of gold:

"Give it to you."

A delicate and fragrant blood rose.

The Golden People's expression became even weirder now. Looking at Wuming, he took a few steps back.

"What do you want?" said the Golden Man.

"What do you think of this flower?" Wuming said, "Is it fragrant? Is it beautiful?"

"Okay... what do you want to do?"

"If it costs money, how much are you willing to buy?" Wuming took out a small notebook, "Common residents' opinions are important references, I need to set a price for my baby, it can't be too low, and it can't be too high to make people daunted .These flowers are in full bloom, so they must be sold at the most beautiful time."

The Golden People's expression relaxed:

"You want to sell flowers?"

"Otherwise, what do you think I'm going to do?" Wuming said.

The people of gold fell silent again.

"Respond quickly, what's your opinion?" Wuming said, "Can you accept four hundred runes? I heard that the people on the Yatan Plateau are all nobles and masters. Everyone is rich, I will definitely Would four hundred runes be too insulting to them? Maybe you can make a bouquet of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine runes, which should match their identities..."

The more Wuming talked, the more excited he became, and his eyes on the people of gold became brighter and brighter.

The people of gold clearly heard the sound of saliva being sucked back from Wuming's mouth that kept chanting.

In the end, the people of gold did not answer Wuming, but only asked him to find someone else to sell.

"I don't need flowers." The Golden People replied.

Wuming was not discouraged, and immediately found the wounded Rodell soldiers, as well as the Rodell soldiers who were stationed here again.

After asking around, Wuming finally got the general opinion of the people of gold in the Asian altar, and found a suitable price range——

"Damn it, poor man!"

Wuming threw the flower to the ground angrily, standing on the edge of the cliff and roaring.

After roaring, he was speechless.

No one in the Asian altar is willing to spend money on flowers.

"Is labor and management here to do public welfare and charity!" Wuming roared.

(End of this chapter)