The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 271 No one can reject the brilliance of the sun
No one, but blood.

Nameless checked the bloodstain, it had dried up and turned black.

"It seems that something happened the night I moved in."

Apart from this pool of blood, there is no other abnormality in the room.

"Then where did he go out?" Wuming said, groping around the room.

Knocking on the back wall directly opposite the door, there was a hollow sound.

"It's time for you to play Ashmi." Wuming patted his shoulder.

The shapeless body-like teardrop extended a tentacles from the nameless shoulder, sticking to the wall.

The liquid in the tentacles began to wash back and forth at an extremely fast speed, quickly grinding out a small hole in the wall.

The tentacles drilled to the opposite side along the small hole, and an eyeball was pulled out from the tentacles, and it patrolled back and forth.

On the other side of the wall, a mouth grew out of the shoulder:

"There is a corridor, very dark, with small snakes, safe."

"It's very dark, how do you tell?" Wuming asked.

"I didn't see things with my eyes. And when I studied Blazer's curse, I also learned a little about the frequency of different lights." The imitation teardrop said, "As long as you adjust your eyes, you can see things in the dark." object."

"Just like Laya." Wuming understood.

Like a teardrop, it spread out on the wall, penetrated into the gaps in the wall, and then set up many tentacles in the surrounding area to pull down a wall along the wall.

After this, when you come back, you can still go back.

As if tears were dripping down the wall slowly, Wuming lit a fire in his hand and stepped into the secret passage.

I also saw those little snakes in the hidden corridor.

"Is this really a snake? I feel like a snail." Nameless said.

There are indeed some small snake-like creatures on the ground, but they have a conch shell on their backs and a few tentacles on their heads.

Wuming squatted down, observed those weak little snakes, and poked the tentacles of the little snakes.

"It seems to be pretty good."

The little snake opened its mouth and spat out the venom all over Wuming's face.

Nameless tilted his head back, reached out to wipe off the sticky venom on his face, and looked at Ashmi with aggrieved and helpless words:
"How could I have thought that a little snake would drool so much?"

Imitation teardrop turns back into a woman with long skirt and mask, peeping from the side.

"Ah, why don't they bite you?" Wuming objected.

"Maybe you are more conspicuous." Ashimi, who was the teardrop, said, "You are too hot."

"That's right, my body is so hot, it's no wonder there are always monsters so enthusiastic that they want to eat me." Wuming flicked his fingers, and a line of fire extended from the ground, covering the corridor.

When the flame passed through, the little snake was dead.

"Aren't you afraid of being exposed?" Ashmi followed Wuming, stepping over the little snake's body.

"Don't wrong a good person, which eye of yours saw that I did it?" Wuming said with a smile.

The light around him began to twist, changing him into another look.

turned into a brazier.

The brazier turned in a circle: "The fire just went away."

A ball of fire rose from the brazier, illuminating the dark corridor brightly, and the direction of the corridor closed to the bottom of the basin.

This corridor is parallel to the back of the guest room, just like the corridor from the main entrance of the guest room, connecting several guest rooms.

Every time you pass through a room in the hidden corridor, you can see that the color and material of a wall are different from other places.

These are supposed to facilitate access to the guest room from the rear wall.

Wuming also understood why the rooms in the majestic Volcanic Mansion are cramped. It turns out that there is a circle around the two rows of guest rooms.

Wuming conceived this building structure in his mind. This secret corridor is like a pocket, which completely surrounds the two rows of guest rooms, and it is full of prey—the guests in the guest rooms.

In the middle of this pocket, there is an open space, where there is a basement that leads deeper.

In the basement, there was the sound of boning and chopping meat.

A hound knight was prostrate on the ground, tearing apart a corpse with sharp claws in his hands, and was chopping bones to pieces with a curved knife in his hand.

Randomly tearing up the rags thrown aside, it could be vaguely seen that these were the clothes of the traitor who originally lived in that room.

The minced corpse... probably the meat from the unknown source at the dinner party.

The Hound Knight was working feverishly in the corner of the room, and Nameless didn't bother him, leading Ashmi around, through the basement, and into the depths.

The more it walked, the brighter it became. When Wuming walked out of a door, he found himself in the right position of a church.

It seems that the winding and dark road just now, as if the road winding in the belly of a snake is the object of church prayer and sacrifice.

There was no one in the church, but there was a wave of heat blowing over us.

Looking outside the church, the red light flickered, as if it was on fire.

"Volcano Mansion, Volcano Mansion, I finally saw the volcano." Wuming walked towards the door with the blazing red light reflected in his eyes.

Nameless stopped at the door of the church.

A strange sound came from not far outside the door, as if there was the sound of gold and iron intertwined, the sound of tinkling, and the sound of ceramics colliding.

Judging from Wuming's rich combat experience...he couldn't tell what kind of strange sound it was.

To be on the safe side, Wuming was a bit more cautious, pawing his head at the door to look over.

A brazier peeped out from the doorway.

I saw a small road outside the church, and further out was a cliff. From a distance, I could see that there was lava and fire under the cliff. The dull rumble of the fire was coming from below, as if silent giants were constantly hitting Shackles it also breeds its shackles, ready to devour the world.

But the voice Wuming heard was obviously not this one, but the furnace knight standing on the path facing the cliff.

Like a giant statue, the furnace knight stood quietly on the road, with a large water tank in front of him.

The water in the tank was dark and deep, and it was impossible to see what was in it, nor what the furnace knight was going to do.

Nameless held his breath, waiting for something.

As if waiting for a silent volcanic eruption, waiting for a high-accumulated thundercloud to collapse instantly, Wuming can feel that something is gaining momentum.

Sure enough, the furnace moved.

I saw the furnace knight put on a posture, and the big sword in his hand began to float above his palm out of thin air, and then rotated.

The golden debris kept drifting away with the rotation, and the big sword was like a fan with only one blade. The vortex power of the furnace violently rotated the entire sword body, continuously accumulating power.

The furnace knight twisted his body and smashed down, smashing the violent vortex power into the water tank.

The water in the tank immediately swirled and swirled under the agitation of the big sword, and the water surface of the whole tank sank, forming a waterspout.

Wuming finally saw the items in the tank clearly——

some dirty laundry.

The Furnace Knight continued to rotate the blade with a muffled sound, stirring the water tank.

The clothes in the tank are also getting cleaner.

Next to the furnace knight, there is also a large horned shield erected upside down, pots and pans are placed in the shield, water is added, and there is a fire to sterilize.The boiling water was gurgling, and the pots and pans made of ceramics collided with the metal shield constantly, making a clanging sound.

After the Furnace Knight had finished washing, he took the clothes out of the tank and wrapped them around the sword.

There was another violent spin, and the water on the clothes was thrown off, and then there was a sudden slap, and the clothes were slapped on the rocks.

Steam erupted from the hot rocks of the volcano, and a piece of clothing was dried in an instant.

The tinkling sound I heard just now came from this.

The brazier shrank back again, stood at the door, and said with emotion:

"What a good knight who manages the house. He is worthy of being the first knight order in the legendary junction. If I have such a good employee, why worry about the business road being blocked."

"How do we get there?" Ashmi asked a more realistic question.

It's just such a not-so-wide road, and the furnaces are all blocked. It's not easy for them to sneak through it.

"Is there any way to lure him away?" Wuming guessed.

"How?" Ashmi asked.

Nameless is also a little uncertain.

"Throw away your shoes?" Wuming suggested.

"Do you have shoes?" Ashmi looked at the brazier.

"My full body armor, what do you think?"

"Then I don't have any shoes." Ashmi hooked up his feet, looking at his feet, which were tied with only a few strips of cloth, with the toes and ankles exposed, "Why don't you make me into this person without shoes."

"She's a house girl, she doesn't leave the gate every day, so she might be a bit sloppy." Wuming said, "Look around, find out if there is anything you can throw in the church, to attract his attention, thrilling and exciting." Exciting."

Ashmi searched for a long time, but couldn't find anything.

I went all the way back and touched it, but I didn't find anything.

Finally, the two candles enshrined in the church were pulled out.

"Will it work?" Ashmi held two candles, a little uncertain.

"It's definitely no problem." Wuming said, "These knights are all rigid guys. They will definitely go to check when they hear the noise. You throw it all the way, and he follows it all the way. You can take him away by throwing it in the sack."

Ashmi showed his face suspiciously, and threw a candle far away.

The candle was thrown high, jumped over the head of the furnace, and landed on the other side of the path, making a crisp sound.

Looking at the furnace again, there was no reaction at all.

He was washing clothes vigorously, and the rumbling sound drowned out other sounds.

Ashmi threw another candle, this time closer and louder.

Then a snake man stretched its neck, picked it up in one mouthful, and swallowed it into its stomach.

After eating, he still babbled and babbled, and the snake tongue added a circle around his mouth.

Ashmi sat back, a little listless.

"Isn't it that you failed twice, and you're depressed?" Wuming said, "I'm not talking about you, but you are someone who wants to be a king. You must have the stamina and firm will of a king."

The brazier taught Ashmi a lesson unceremoniously.

"Brother, what am I?" Ashmi said.

"It's like a teardrop," said the brazier.

"It's liquid." Ashmi said, "Although I'm not afraid of fire, but I've been around magma for a long time—I'm going to do it."

"Is it this hot?" Wuming was stunned.

Seeing the brazier lit and talking, Ashmi didn't feel back pain, and understood that the teardrops of the imitation body and the joys and sorrows of the brazier are not connected.

She took out a broken jug from under her skirt, and there was still some water in it.

"Where did you get the jar?" Wuming wondered.

"It was stolen from the hound knight just now, and it seems to be left by the prisoners imprisoned there." Ashmi said.

"Great, isn't there a jar here? It's thrilling and exciting, Ashmi." Wuming said.

"Wait for me to drink some water." Ashmi raised his head and replenished the water in the jar into his body.

A big sword struck, and Ashmi was poked and flew out, flying upside down and collapsing the altar of the church.

The furnace knight was already full of evil spirits, walking towards Ashmi with killing intent every step of the way.

"So he discovered it." Wuming thought to himself.

That's right, the top knight order, if someone throws two candles in the face and expects them not to find out, it would really look down on them too much.

If someone wears a maid outfit, you can't really treat him as a maid.

However, Ashmi was not an ordinary person. He climbed up from the ruins clutching his stomach, pulled out the spiral sword from his belly, and fought with the furnace knight.

The two fought in the chapel, the brazier at the door was stunned for a while, then slowly moved to the door and slipped out.

After the brazier disappeared at the door, another hand stretched out and gave a thumbs up.

Wuming decisively abandoned Ashmi and walked deeper into the volcano.

Wuming is not worried about Ashmi's safety.

Of the two strongest knight orders in the borderlands, the Furnace Knights ranked first, and the Kalia Knights had to be ranked second.

Back then, Ashmi could beat Kalia Knight Mugram violently, so he should be able to win against the Furnace Knight.Even if you can't win, at least you can escape.

"Ashimi, you can deal with the furnace knight with peace of mind, I will inherit your will." The brazier waved in the direction of Asmi.

Turning around, he saw a snake man staring at him.

This snake man has a similar figure to Laya, but without a cloak, holds a weapon, and has more ferocious eyes.

"Oops, it's exposed." Wuming froze the hand that was exposed outside the brazier, and after a while, he waved to the snake man.

The snake man immediately rushed towards Wuming with a knife in his hand.

Wuming rolled over, removing the disguise of the phantom.

He used to be a warrior, although Wuming sneaked all the way, he was not afraid of confrontation.

"Little snake man, it's unlucky for you to expose me." Wuming held out a fireball in his hand, "In order not to cause trouble, I have to ask you—close your eyes first."

The fireball was shot, and the explosive flames covered the whole body of the snake man.

Although it was just a random blow, the power of the flames was enough to corrode everything. Wuming could already see the scene of the snake man struggling to die, and mourned for it.

The snake's head rushed out from the explosion, stretched an unknown number of meters, and gnawed towards Wuming.

Wuming hurriedly jumped a few steps back, avoiding the bite of the snake's head.

Taking a closer look, the snake man's skin was not broken, not even a little browned.

"Huh?" Wuming's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Before he had time to take a closer look, the snake man attacked again.

Wuming continued to throw fireballs at the snake-man, regardless of the size of the movement, or whether he would be discovered, he threw fireballs at the snake-man unbelievingly.

But it just didn't work, no matter how much firepower he used, he couldn't hurt the snake man at all.

"How could this be, someone would ignore the brilliance of the sun, it's too blasphemous!" Wuming covered his head in disbelief.

Wuming shook his head, unwilling to believe this fact, and suddenly caught a glimpse of magma under the cliff from the corner of his eye.

I saw a few snake people rolling and bathing in the magma, having a great time.

The snake man let out a gloomy sneer:
"Hiss, we were born on Gemir Volcano, how could we be afraid of fire?"

As he spoke, the snake man waved the knife in his hand and slashed at Wuming's head.

The knife stopped above Wuming, and an invisible glue seemed to be between the knife and the helmet, making it impossible for the snake man to cut any further.It was as if the air had frozen.

It was true that the air froze, and then a gust of wind pushed the snake man out.

Wuming exuded high heat all over his body, hotter than the surrounding environment densely covered with magma, and the air circled and rose above his head, forming a storm.

"No one can refuse the brilliance of the sun." With a stubborn tone, Wuming made another fireball.

This fireball was unprecedentedly dazzling, astonishing heat radiated from it, the brilliance was extremely dazzling, and the surrounding rocks began to melt.

This is just what happened at the moment when the fireball was formed, and then with the fireball as the center, the air expanded significantly, distorting the surrounding scenery.

The soft body of the snake man bears the brunt of the brunt, and invisible power is imprinted on his chest.

Its body was squeezed and deformed in a very short time, and then it was thrown out like a cannonball, smashing through the roof of a tower in the distance.

"What am I talking about? No one can deny the brilliance of the sun!" Wuming raised his hands and slowly sank in the path that turned into magma, "The flame is invincible!"

"You are the flame of a hammer..." The snake man uttered the last words in the collapsed ruins, completely fainted.

(End of this chapter)