The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 220 More Dragon Than Me
Wuming left everyone behind, turned around and walked towards the latrine.

Leaving the others staring at each other.

Ami stared at several people like a dragon, especially Yula.

A Mei said: "To compete with your concubine, so desperately?"

"No way." Yura said, "Aside from defeating her, is there any other way I can stop her? She is always silent, and I have no way to understand her through verbal communication."

"You can actually entrust someone else to kill her." Amei said, "For example, if the boss of this caravan is willing to accept your entrustment, then Little Blood Finger should be able to take it down easily."

"No, I will defeat her." Yura was very stubborn.

"Oh, it's as if you can beat her." Ami hit Yula without hesitation, "It's none of my dragon's business if you beat her. Using the power of a dragon is not relying on external force? I don't even Don't tell me you..."

Ami's saliva flew all over Yula's beard, and he sprayed so much that he didn't even have time to refute.

When Ami finally shut up, Yura lost her temper and said nothing.

"To be honest, I think the best way is to give up your obsession with your concubine." Amei said, "As long as you don't insist on defeating her yourself, it won't be so difficult."

"It's easy to say." Yura smiled wryly, "But after getting along for a long time, looking at her clear eyes, you just can't let go."

"Will you pay more attention to someone after seeing someone for a long time?" Amei asked.

Yura seemed unwilling to talk about such a topic, only saying that he didn't know.

"We don't talk about that kind of thing there," Yura said.

"Your concubine doesn't talk, you don't talk well." A Mei sneered, "It's a good match."

Yula shook her head: "This is not something that can be explained clearly in a few words. We generally experience the charm of it through images."

"Huh?" Ami didn't understand at all, "For example?"

"People in the Land of Reeds don't talk about I love you. We usually say that the moonlight is so beautiful." Yula explained.

Amy looked up at the sky.

In the sky of the Asian altar, the golden tree stands proudly alone, covering the sky and the sun, and the huge full moon that can be observed outside the Asian altar has completely disappeared.

"So that's how it is." Ami understood, "That is to say, before Renara, people in the Land of Reeds didn't fall in love. I completely understand."

"What did you understand..." Yura spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Seeing Yura vomiting blood, Ami checked him.

After being beaten by Wuming and Ami, Yula's body was a little weak at this time, and the wound continued to ooze blood.

"Looking at you like this, you probably can't beat my dragon." Amei nodded in satisfaction after checking.

But it should be more than enough to beat Haida, a blind girl, so don't worry about him being killed by Haida.And Haida couldn't beat anyone, and she was definitely powerless to fight back against the sword of the Golden People.

The people of gold also happened to be the focus of surveillance.

Wanting to understand the power comparison of several people, Amei stepped forward and picked up the wooden board that looked like a torture tool and a long life lock hanging on the neck of the Golden People.

"Come with me." Amy said.

Amei took the people of gold and went to find Wuming.

Amei couldn't help being curious about Wuming's magical brain circuit that went from interrogating the prisoner to the latrine all at once.

Amei is a laid-back person, and she has the leisure to pursue these things that make her curious.

She looked at the people of gold: "Why did you look up at the golden tree every day?"

"As a people of gold, is there anything wrong with praising the golden tree?" the people of gold asked back.

"Come on, I have been taking care of those Rodel soldiers for some time, and they are not like you."

"It means that my faith is more pious." The people of gold responded coldly.

"Is that so? But Rodel soldiers occasionally praise the golden tree, with all kinds of praises in their mouths." Ami stared at the golden people, "I have been watching you all this time. When you look at the golden tree, There are no eulogies, no praying actions and rituals, just watching quietly, what are you thinking? I always feel... when you look at the golden tree, you are a little sad."

During this time, Amei has been quietly watching the golden man, watching him silently staring at the golden tree.It looks like a whole day at a glance, like an old man sitting at the entrance of a village and staring at the busy traffic. Time passes under his gaze, but he himself is eternal.

Ami catches a brief glimpse of the long lifespan of the Golden People.

Faced with Amei's question, the Golden People were taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "So I was going to read the eulogy..."

"What do you mean? Don't you know?" Amei said, her tone was a bit bitter when she saw the people of gold say this.

"I rarely get in touch with other people, and my understanding of the golden tree only exists in stories. Usually... I rarely have the opportunity to look up at it like this." The golden people looked up at the golden tree, "The golden tree is so beautiful..."

Ami always felt that there was indescribable sadness in the tone of the people of gold, probably that is the charm that Yura said needs to be experienced carefully.

Charm...

A Mei sniffled and immediately covered her nose.

A Mei looked forward, covered her nose and said in a muffled voice, "What are you doing?"

Ahead, Wuming was squatting in front of a pile of golden excrement, observing carefully.

Hearing Ami's question, Wuming turned his head and looked over.

His eyes lit up when he saw the people of gold.

Wuming stood up, took out a cracked pot from his waist, and brought it to the people of gold.

"One hundred and one crack pot, do you want it?" Wuming said, "This is a huge discount price, and you can't get this price anywhere."

"Why are you suddenly selling crack pots to me..." The people of gold were a little at a loss.

"You always need containers, right?" Wuming said.

"I wouldn't buy this kind of thing if I needed it." The Golden People looked at the cracks on the cracked pot, "How long is the shelf life of this thing?"

"That's it!" Wuming took the crack pot back, "I finally know why the people of gold don't want to buy my product."

"Why?" Amy asked.

"Because of the expiration date."

Wu Ming pointed to the excrement not far away, unable to restrain his excitement:

"In our hometown, this kind of thing will dry out, the water will evaporate, and the taste will decay. But look here, it's very fresh, very—"

Amei took a step back, and asked the people of gold sideways: "Is he crazy because he can't sell things?"

"It's possible." The Golden People took a step back with Ami.

"Don't you understand?" Wuming said, "When you helped me monitor, I also visited the homes of some people of gold. Do you know what is in their homes? Gold utensils, the patterns on them are very simple , at least a hundred years of history."

Wu Ming pointed to the beach of gold not far away:

"These golden people, even the shelf life of shit is longer than our commodities. The values ​​​​brought by their super long lifespan is the abnormal pursuit of shelf life - just like me who have long lost the ability to eat and excrete Will miss it like shit."

"I don't think you need to add the last sentence." Amei held her nose and took the Golden People back a step, "Why is this conclusion drawn from excrement?"

"If you want to understand, you must use a metaphor... I met a guy before and gave me inspiration." Wuming murmured, "The point is not there, the point is the golden people's abnormal pursuit of the shelf life."

"Is there anything wrong with pursuing eternity?" said the Golden People. "Isn't it normal for a product to last for 200 years?"

"It can't be like this!" Wuming was excited, "How can I make money like this?"

"Why do you want to do business?" The Golden People asked back. "There used to be large caravans. They kept harvesting runes for energy. The products sold to the Golden People only have a few years of life, and they will be scrapped when they expire. Some people They don’t even have to go out once, but in order to buy goods, they are actually asked to go out of the house, out of the street, and generate ‘flow’, do you think the people of gold would like such fragile things? Will they like this way of destroying eternity?”

Wuming was speechless for a while, covering his head and squatting on the ground.

Although he found the reason, it didn't change the fact that he couldn't sell Blood Rose.

Wuming is very clear about the shelf life of the blood rose.

As soon as the flowering period comes, within two months it must begin to wither.

If it is separated from blood soil and blood pool watering, it will wither in a day or two.

Like a blood fly, it blooms ferociously, but it is also pitifully short-lived.

How could this thing be sold to the people of gold.

Wuming felt a little regretful that he had competed with the Blood Dynasty's people for business.

He scratched his head and paced back and forth, thinking for a long time, then suddenly looked at A Mei:
"By the way, what's going on with Yura?"

"I taught him a lesson." Amei said, "That guy is a little obsessed with power. He should still stay with the dragon now—what do you want from him?"

"Help me find Bloodfinger." Standing in front of Yura, Wuming answered like this.

Yula was a little surprised, she didn't expect Wuming to go out for a trip, and when she came back, she was enthusiastically willing to help.

"But I can't accept your kindness." Yura said, "Obviously I don't have any runes to pay you. And I hope to become stronger and defeat her alone."

"I just asked you to help me find Bloodfinger, and I didn't say I would help you." Wuming said, "I want to cooperate with Blood Dynasty again, do you have a way to help me match up?"

Yula was stunned: "Are you looking for a Bloodfinger hunter to help you connect with Bloodfinger?"

"Can't you?" Wuming said, "As a Bloodfinger hunter, you must be familiar with many Bloodfingers, right? Just like I am familiar with the location of dung beetles—introduce me to a Bloodfinger."

"I don't know." Yura said, "I killed everyone I knew."

"Liar, didn't you just get hurt by a bloody finger." Wuming said, "Your name is Elunora, right? It's decided, you go find Elunora, I'll negotiate with her, and get rid of my flowers first .”

The nameless conditions were obviously unacceptable to Yura, and he always responded with silence and delay.

"I'm a businessman, so I don't want to force you, and it's not good to force you." Wuming said, "If you want anything, just say it, and I will try my best to satisfy you."

Hearing Wuming's words, Yura glanced at the flying dragon.

"That won't work." Wuming said, "Ami will tear you apart."

"I don't want anything, I just need to become stronger." Yura said, "Dragon food is the only way."

"That's not necessarily true." Nameless said, "Are you a fader?"

Yura pulls Ami over:

"Fade, you can use witches and runes to become stronger."

Yula was stunned: "Can it still be like this?"

"Yes." Wuming said, "Our caravan business is very comprehensive—"

"No, I'm not a witch yet." Ami waved her hand to interrupt Wuming, "And I don't really want to transform Runes for him."

Wuming was stunned: "Why? Witches should serve Fade."

"Make him stronger and kill my dragon?"

Nameless had a headache.

Melina would probably not transform Rune for anyone other than Tufu, and Haida wanted to kill Yura, so she couldn't give her a chance to do something wrong.Ami hates Yura again...

Yura's newly raised hope dissipated:
"Forget it, I'll figure it out myself."

"Don't worry, I still have a solution." Wuming said, "Why did you kill the dragon?"

"In order to perform the Dragon Feast Ceremony, I turned the power of the dragon into my own."

"What power does a dragon have?" Wuming asked.

"The dragon's power, life force, dragon's breath and roar..." Yula listed Wuming, "These are all the dragon's power."

"Didn't it say that dragons can use lightning?" Wuming said.

"That's the power of the ancient dragon," Yura said. "The ancient dragon is the ancestor of the dragon. Ordinary dragons don't have that kind of power."

"Oh, isn't that more powerful than a dragon, why don't you learn that power?" Wuming said.

"Let the dragon hunters believe in dragons?"

"Can't you?"

"What do you say?"

The ring finger tapped on the helmet:
"In fact, you can use thunder and lightning without belief, or you don't believe in dragons. You see, the sheep in the Asian altar can use thunder and lightning—"

"That's not Gu Long's lightning!" Ah Mei yelled.

"It's all the same, sheep and dragon." Wuming didn't care.

Ah Mei is very concerned: "How can it be the same? Can a sheep become a dragon? If it can generate electricity, it is a dragon?"

Wuming ignored Ami’s complaints, and said to Yura:
"You want to gain the power of a dragon, don't you?"

Yura nodded: "Eleunora is a good dragon hunter. She must have performed many dragon feast rituals. I also need to eat more dragon hearts to compete with her."

"Is she the one who eats the most dragon hearts?" Wuming was curious.

"No." Yura said, "The ultimate goal of the strongest dragon feeder is to become a dragon."

"Being transformed into a dragon is a dragon that is more dragon than her." Wuming concluded, "I'm familiar with this."

"Are you familiar?" Yula looked at Wuming, "Have you also performed the Dragon Feast Ritual?"

"No." Nameless said, "But I have this."

He pulled out a stone.

It looks like just an ordinary gravel, but there is a clear flying dragon pattern engraved on the stone, which has an inexplicable and mysterious feeling, which is fascinating.

"What is this?" Ameura said in unison.

Wuming patted his shoulder as if showing off first.

The viscous silver liquid fell off his body and fell to the ground, expanding into a beautiful woman.

"Ashimi, help me use this stone. You have imitated me, so you should be able to use this ritual." Wuming threw the stone at her, "Take off your clothes, or your clothes may be torn."

"I think I don't have to take off my clothes," Ashmi said.

"It's okay, anyway, your clothes are also mimicry." Wuming said, "The power you inspire, just follow its power."

"What is it?" Ami became more and more curious.

"A tool that can turn people into dragons." Wuming smiled.

"what?!"

As if responding to Ami's shock, Ashmi held the stone and roared to the sky:
"Bah!!!"

Under Ami's gaze, Ashmi's body began to deform. His body was as thin as an ascetic monk. His fingers stretched out with sharp claws, and the horniness broke out from his head, and soon turned into a dragon's head.

It's just that the dragon's head is also small, like a sheep.

"Why is it a sheep!" Amei closed her eyes and shouted.

(End of this chapter)