The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 284 Can't Help
Melina rode a spirit horse, side by side with Wuming, and walked back silently.

"I still don't understand, what does Lani not want to hear?" Melina asked Wuming.

"The feeling of being teased probably." Wuming said.

"Being teased..." Melina thought about what Wuming said, then nodded, "Understood."

Melina suddenly said, "No wonder you want me to leave, because you want the two of them to be alone."

Wuming smiled: "Oh, Tufu is a very good junior."

"Although it's a bit stupid, I have to admit that Torret has a good eye." Melina touched the mane of the spirit horse under her crotch and smiled, "He does have the potential to become a king—"

"As a junior, I listen to my seniors very much. This is a very good character." Wuming continued, "We need to let him have a good relationship with Lani, so that we can open up another demigod's sales. I can make a lot of money for getting married—what did you just say?"

"Nothing." Melina and Torret glanced over together, as if they bothered to look at Wuming.

Torret also snorted loudly, and two streams of soul air flowed out from his nostrils.

Wuming looked at Melina's reaction and was puzzled:
"Why do you react like this? Don't tell me...you also like to fade away?"

Wuming's eyes are sharp:
"As long as you get more than Lani, I'll help you get them back."

Melina didn't even have the strength to roll her eyes. She put her elbows on the saddle and lay on her side on the horse's back, and said lightly:
"I'm not interested in Tuft."

"Because you are destined to die on the way?" Wuming said.

After finishing speaking, he said with the same tone as the previous drama: "Because I am destined to not be able to accompany him, so I close my heart first, and when I see him getting close to other girls, I can only bless him painfully. Just because you know , that is the happiness you cannot give..."

Melina watched Wuming perform blankly and yawned:

"Is there any more octopus?"

"Yes, thank you for a bunch of [-] runes." Wuming took out a few dried octopus whiskers from the package, sprinkled them with gold powder, and the whiskers immediately became moist and plump, exuding a tempting aroma.

"Forget it." Melina took the octopus tentacle and chewed it. Although she still had no expression on her face, the tense look on her face seemed to relax a little, with a hint of happiness.

It is far greater than the reaction given by watching an unknown drama.

"You really don't have feelings for Tuo Fu?" Wuming said, "Don't you like him? I thought that if we get along day and night, we can't help it—that's what Millier said."

Melina said, "You don't really understand yourself. I don't see any emotion in you."

"Of course I have feelings. I love this rune deeply." Wuming examined the rune that Melina gave him.

"I like Tufu quite a bit." Melina chewed on the octopus, "but I like him neither more nor less than you."

"Are you still interested in me?" Wuming wondered.

"The meaning of this sentence is that even if you are a scum like you, I will treat you equally." Melina drooped her eyelids, "Treat heroes, treat golden people... all should have the same love, and all things should be treated equally. Of."

Although it seemed extremely lazy, Melina's lazy tone made Wuming feel a sense of loftiness.

"Is this also Malika's motto?" Wuming asked.

"It's my summary of my mother's actions and my observations in the borderlands." Melina said, "Before I saw Faith, I had been drifting in the borderlands for a long time and witnessed a lot."

"I appreciate you more and more." Wuming handed Melina another octopus whisker, "This one is my invitation to you. Heroes see the same thing."

"Are you a hero?"

"Then...beauties see the same thing?" Wuming hesitated.

"You're not a hero, and I'm not a beauty." Melina took the octopus' feet, fed half of it to Torret, and touched Torret's horns, "Do you think so too?"

"The teaching of the sun is like this." Wuming said, "When you see other people suffering, you want to solve the pain. When you see other people's happiness, you think that there are many people in the borderland who don't have this kind of happiness."

Melina nodded: "It's true that I often hear this kind of missionary talk in your caravan, and I thought it was just a gimmick for you to win over people."

"How is it possible, I am an honest businessman."

Melina sighed softly:
"You can figure it out, but you can't get married. Let Lani stay with him. He should be able to figure it out after I've been away for a while—understanding that individual happiness is meaningless. If you can't save the world... ..."

Melina seemed to think of something, and added:
"Besides, if we really want to talk about company time, Torret is the one who has been with me the longest. Don't make friends with others."

"I understand, you don't need to emphasize it." Wuming nodded with a smile, "After all, our ideas are very similar."

Melina nodded and stopped talking.

Nameless smiled meaningfully:
"But although I do care more about the world, it doesn't mean I don't have special feelings for individuals."

Melina still didn't speak, and turned over on Torret, not looking at Wuming.

"Ah—" Wuming spoke again, "Melina, why did you come here?"

"I came with Tufu." Melina didn't know why Wuming asked such an obvious question.

"How did Tufu get here?"

"The portal, it's still the way you pointed."

"Then how did he get out?"

"Blessings."

Melina turned over, wanting to see what kind of medicine was sold in the nameless gourd.

The two had reached the beginning of the Ansel River, where many coffins were piled up.

There is a shining blessing there.

But no portal.

"Do you know how to leave?" Wuming asked.

"I don't know, what about you?"

"I do not know either."

The two looked at each other, their eyes facing each other.

Nameless has a headache.

He used to come here by puppet all the time, and the switch between consciousnesses is enough. Now that he came here physically, there is really no good way to go back.

"What?" Melina asked.

"Just above here is the Dikdas lift." Wuming said, "I actually have a way to go up, but you and I can't."

Wuming tried to reach out to Torret, but Torret backed away in shock.

"Look, it won't even let me touch it."

"Normal, I don't want you to touch it either." Melina said, "It seems that you have to go by yourself."

Melina lay on the horseback, scratching her stomach:
"Ah, I'm so sorry, I can't help you."

"Can't Torret jump in the air?" Wuming remembered the power of Torret that Tuo Fu had boasted to him, "You can step up with your front hoof."

"That can only be stepped on once." Melina said, "If there is a soul flow, you can go up, but unfortunately, there is no here."

Melina spread her hands: "I can't help - is there an octopus?"

"What is the soul flow?" Wuming asked.

"Toret is a spirit horse, which can interact with the soul." Melina thought for a while, "It's like building a human ladder or stacking arhats. Where the soul is stagnant, a soul flow can be formed, and the spirit horse can move along The air is rising."

"Say it earlier." Wuming clapped his hands, "Soul, I'm familiar with this."

"Are you familiar?"

Before Melina could react, a large number of unjust souls erupted from Wuming's body, so dense that Wuming's body could hardly be seen clearly.

The wronged souls rushed towards Torret and Melina next to them like a huge wave, forming a tornado that instantly swept them into the sky.

"Oh, I can really fly." Wuming watched the horse fly upside down in the sky, spread out his cloth pocket, lit a fire under his feet, and slowly climbed up.

Wuming found the crack leading to Epilepsy Village, and returned to the ground with Melina.

"See the sun again!" Wuming jumped out from the gap, praising the golden light of the sky.

Standing next to them were Melina and Torret with disheveled hair, looking at Wuming blankly.

Wuming didn't have the slightest sense of self-awareness, and took Melina to the camp to rest first, and then prepared to go to Kalia's study, in the direction of the God's Tower.

Lani didn't point out the location of the God's Tower to Wuming, and there was no need to point it out. As the most eye-catching man-made building in the junction, as long as you stood in a slightly open place, you could see the God's Tower.

It is located in the north of Lienia Eastern Land, at the easternmost point, and extends eastward over the cliffs to the sea.

Kalia's study is on the edge of the cliff, connected to the God's Tower on the sea.

When Wuming was replenishing supplies at the camp, he also saw Patch, with a striking black watermelon head.

"Why are you here?" Wuming greeted Patch.

"Didn't you ask me to deal with your crap." Patch said, handing a scroll in his hand to his subordinates, whispering a few words, then looked at Wuming, "Okay, it's all over."

"Extremely fast." Wuming exclaimed, "Why are you so good at handling these things? How did you manage to be so fast and so organized?"

"Of course I have my own way." Patch didn't bother to say, "The business of the caravan has been dealt with, so I'm leaving—"

Wuming picked up Patch:

"It just so happens that I'm going to deal with a large amount of property, you can come with me, and you will be used for the distribution later."

Patch was a little reluctant to go: "I want to go back to the volcano. Are you not afraid that I will steal your large fortune again?"

"Aren't you afraid to go back to the volcano and find that the volcano has become a large fortune of mine?" Wuming said.

Patch was honest, obediently followed Wuming.

While walking, he also had to bear Wuming's reprimand: "This is obviously your shop, why are you so careless?"

"Do you want to say me to the shopkeeper? Who doesn't come to the store every day?" Patch finally couldn't bear it anymore, broke out in silence, and fought with Wuming.

While fighting each other while advancing, the speed of twisting and rolling on the ground is not even inferior to that of Melina galloping on Torret.

Melina found desperately that even if she told Torret to run quickly, she couldn't get rid of these two naive ghosts who were against the sky.

Even if Torret had already left the two of them out of sight, one of them would hit the front like a cannonball after a while, and the other would come back like a hungry tiger.

Melina was riding Torret, as if she was in a hail of bullets, attacking the city under the fire of the trebuchet.

No one on the sidelines would have guessed that she was in the same group as the "Hail of Bullets".

Just like that all the way to the vicinity of Kalia's study, the two finally stopped, straightening their clothes with swollen noses and faces, applying wound medicine to themselves, and glaring at each other viciously.

"How is Euratragos?" Wuming asked.

"It's settled down, and there is no shortage of healing things." Patch said, "So many perfumers have found new patients to study, and they are grabbing Yula."

Wuming nodded and was about to go to the study when he heard a cry for help.

"Did you hear the cry for help?" Wuming asked Patch.

Patch affirms the nameless feeling:

"It still sounds familiar."

Indeed, it was Alexander's voice.

Waiting for the nameless Patch to follow the sound, he saw that half of Alexander's body was stuck in a hole.

"It feels so familiar, have you seen it before?" Wuming recalled.

"In the forest of the Yatan," Patch said.

"Why are you stuck again?" Wuming stepped forward, trying to hug Alexander out, "Shouldn't you go to the academy?"

Alexander was rather embarrassed:
"Hey, when I came to the Lake District, I couldn't help but want to come here to take a look, but I got stuck when I came back to my senses."

Wuming grabbed Alexander's hand vigorously, but it didn't seem to move at all.

"Patch, come help." Wuming greeted Patch.

The two held each hand, but they still couldn't pull Alexander up.

"Strange, the card is so tight?" Wuming patted the place where the bottom of Alexander's pot touched the ground.

The wet soil of the Lake District is indeed very absorbent, and it fits Alexander's curves perfectly.

"I feel like my lower body is stuck by something." Alexander said, "Can you find something to let me slide out? It would be great if it can make me slippery..."

"Have you got an oiler?" Patch asked.

"There are only essential oils for barbecue." Wuming said, "Gold is expensive, how can it be used like that."

Brute force is useless, and there is no need to think about props. Wuming thought about it, and prepared to dig out the soil at the bottom of Alexander while roasting it slowly, and dig it out for him directly.

Wuming felt that as long as the soil no longer fit Alexander's smooth body so well, it should not have such a strong suction.

But when Wuming dug up a lot of soil and tried to pull Alexander again, he still couldn't pull it out.

"It doesn't make sense, what can get stuck..."

Wuming was puzzled, so he had no choice but to continue digging.

Wuming dug all the way to Alexander's feet, and finally saw what stuck Alexander's feet——

A huge bear trap bit tightly on Alexander's foot.

The trap had an iron chain attached to the back, which seemed to be connected to something deeper.

Alexander's body was extremely hard, and the sharp teeth of the bear trap were nailed to the surface of his leg without even breaking the skin.

Although it didn't hurt Alexander, some sawtooths got stuck in some gaps in his legs, biting him tightly, preventing him from leaving.

"Good guy, if you want to pull this out directly, you really can't do it without some oil." Wuming said and pulled the trap away.

Alexander regained his freedom, climbed out of the round pit, and thanked Patch and Wuming for saving him again.

"Why are there bear traps here?" Patch asked.

"There are Orions?" Alexander guessed.

Patch looked at the bear trap buried under the deep pit:
"Did you smash this round hole?"

Alexander thought for a while:
"It doesn't seem to be. I just walk normally, and I shouldn't press out such a big hole."

"What do you think?" Wuming asked Patch.

"Deliberately." Patch said, "This kind of trap is specially aimed at the pot. It can be like a carrot, trapped in the field, ready to be slaughtered."

"Someone ambushed Alexander?" Wuming said, "Didn't Alexander come here on a whim? How could he be able to ambush him in advance?"

"Who knows, it depends on why this pot wants to come here." Paqi said, looking at Alexander with Wuming.

"I'm ashamed." Alexander scratched his head, "This is my hometown."

(End of this chapter)