The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 287 Brave New World

Wuming collided and rolled along the cliff, and rolled along Alexander's pot trail all the way to Pot Village.

Then he was unscathed and stood up like a normal person:

"Arrive at the bottom of the study - Hucun. Hucun is so beautiful."

Wuming took a deep breath, intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers in Hucun.

"You can smell it if your nose smells it." Patch jumped off the cliff while sitting on Torret, and Melina also jumped off lightly.

"What do you know, although my nose is not particularly sensitive, but I can feel the soul. Where the resentment is stagnant, it will be very stuffy - the thick fog in the lake area is not only difficult to breathe, but also depresses the soul. Jug The village is different, the air here is extraordinarily refreshing.”

Nameless explained, looking back at Patch.

"How can you ride a spirit horse?" Wuming objected.

"Probably because I'm too kind." Patch guessed.

"Gentle?" Wuming showed a suspicious expression.

"That's just too handsome."

Melina also has some doubts about this:

"Toret seldom carries people. Even if it is not Wuming's physique that makes spirit bodies fearful, he is unwilling to be ridden by people. Toret actually let him ride..."

Melina watched Patch calmly.

Spirit horses are different from ordinary horses. Its behavior does not completely follow the rules of horses. It can jump in the air, fly with the flow of soul currents, and turn at angles that are difficult for creatures to reach.

It is difficult to adapt to a spirit horse if one is used to riding a horse of flesh and blood. The habits of riding and handling are different.

But Patch seemed to be familiar with it, and he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He controlled Torret and jumped off the steep cliff.

The caravan became more and more mysterious in Melina's eyes.

"Probably because it's too inconspicuous." Wuming spread his hands and sprayed acid mist from his mouth, "There is such a person, even if he stands by his side, he will be ignored, and he has no sense of existence at all. If you don’t say a word, it’s as if it doesn’t exist. When you speak, you will only say some inexplicable things, and you won’t look at the atmosphere at all.”

Wuming's helmet was suddenly hammered, and it shook uncontrollably. Looking in the direction of the attack, he found that Melina was withdrawing the knife in her hand.

"Don't waste any more time, do things quickly." Melina pointed to Hucun with a straight face, interrupting the quarrel between Wuming and Patch.

In the village, a piece of peace.The living pots gather together in twos and threes to have fun, and some big pots bring three or five small pots to tell stories on the lush grass.

Wuming looked around, he fell along the route of Alexander, not far from Alexander, the impact was not small, attracted many small pots, and they were gathering around Wuming, surrounding the three of them.

Wuming's body was a little stiff: "No, I'm a little nervous. I'm a little nervous when I'm surrounded by people."

"Claustrophobic?" Melina asked.

"That's got to be scary in the cave," Patch said.

"Social phobia?" Melina said again.

"He obviously isn't," Patch said. "Where did you get all those words?"

"Perfumers of the caravan," Melina said, "When I was with them for treatment, they always talked about various diseases—of course, the most discussed ones were bad omens."

"I'm just nervous." Nameless put his hand on the scabbard, "After all, he was surrounded before, so he should die."

Melina looked around, and the gathered ones were mainly small pots, no higher than the calf, clustered together, and the smooth pot lids formed a floor with complicated patterns.

"Can this be fenced too?" Melina said.

"Don't underestimate the dwarves." Wuming said seriously, "As long as there are enough people, there will be a king among the dwarves."

"Big brother knows a lot." A small pot opened its mouth.

The little pots were holding hands, chattering around the three of them, looking at the three of them, and talking to each other, unable to hear any conversation.

"Okay, okay, you guys are making noise to the guests, go and play by yourself first." Alexander came over, his thick voice overshadowed all the small pots, and drove them away.

"The children in the village haven't seen outsiders for a long time, so they're a little too excited." Alexander apologized embarrassedly. "No one in the village can control them, so I'm still a bit majestic, so I can speak better."

The nameless Pachi Melina and the others listened to Alexander's words, raised their heads slightly, and looked at the top of Alexander's huge pot. A small pot was sitting on the lid of Alexander's pot, with both hands raised horizontally, as if about to fly in the air .The two legs swayed back and forth in mid-air, beating Alexander's kettle body.

"It's a bit majestic indeed," Patch said.

"You have a jug on your head," Melina reminded him.

"Ah!" Alexander was shocked, "I said I couldn't find him anywhere, so it was on the lid of my pot."

"Can't you feel it on the lid of the pot?" Melina said, "Is this the weakness of the living pot? Similar to the flame chariot of the flame watchers?"

"It should simply be that Alexander can't feel it." Wuming said with a smile, "Who is this little pot?"

The little pot also asked the same question. It changed its posture, leaned on Alexander's pot lid and asked, with a boyish voice:
"Uncle Alexander, who are these brothers and sisters?"

"They are my friends." Alexander picked up the small pot on the lid, held it in his hand, and showed it to Wuming and the others. "They haven't been named yet, but we are the same kind."

"What do you mean by the same kind?" Wuming didn't know about Hu's social relationship, "Kinship?"

"I'm a warrior pot." The little pot stood on the lid of Alexander's pot, posing to show off its muscles. "It's the same warrior pot as Uncle Alexander."

"The kind that wants to be a hero?" Wuming asked.

Alexander and Xiao Hu folded their arms at the same time, nodding proudly.

As soon as Alexander lowered his head, the small pot was lifted from the lid, and fell forward, and was caught by Wuming, holding him in his arms.

"Thank you big brother." Little Pot said, "Otherwise I'm afraid I'll be broken."

"You're welcome, you are all the flowers of the future, you must cultivate them well and grow up well." Wuming smiled, put the small pot on the ground, and touched the lid of his pot.

"Big brother not only knows a lot, but also has foresight." Xiaohu exclaimed.

"Oh, speaking of flowers in the future, there are so many flowers in your Hucun village." Wuming began to change the subject abruptly.

"There are a lot of flowers in the village." Little Pot said, "No matter what kind of flower, as long as it is planted in the center of the pot in the village, the village will soon be full of such flowers. It's amazing."

"There is still this kind of magic?" Wuming was surprised.

"Living pots are magical crucibles." Melina said, "The spells on them have all kinds of magical powers."

Wuming looked deeply at the flowers all over the ground in Hucun, and remained silent for a long time.

"That... big brother, do you want to pick flowers?" Xiaohu said.

"Just waiting for your words." Wuming said immediately, "Can I pick it? You spend a lot here, and I don't think you can use it. You can sell it to me. My price is absolutely affordable."

Xiao Ke shook his head.

"The price is negotiable." Wuming said.

"We don't want money. Big brother wants it, so I can give it to you." Xiaohu said.

"Really?" Wu Mingxi.

"But what I say alone doesn't count. I'll ask everyone." Xiaohu jumped out of Wuming's arms, ran to the village to ask around, and came back and said,

"Everyone has no opinion."

"It's so simple and kind." Wuming wiped his tears, "How did such a good species come about?"

"Cultivated with human flesh and blood." Melina picked up a living pot, lifted the lid, and showed Wuming the rotting flesh and broken bones inside.

There was no expression on Melina's face, with a playful and smug smile in her eyes:

"The dead body is buried, and the living pot is born."

"Oh, amazing." Wuming didn't respond, nodded, and praised again and again, "It's the same as our Lani sauce. By the way, remember to keep your rune well, we finally squeezed it out of Lani .”

Melina glanced at the sack on Torret's body and clicked her tongue.

"What's wrong?" Wuming asked Melina.

"Nothing." Melina slammed the lid on the pot.

Wuming didn't bother too much, his attention is now on the flowers in Hucun.

Nameless rubbed his hands:
"So many rare flowers, can I really get them for free... Is there any convenient way to transport them here?"

"No matter how many there are, the flowers can be heavy." Patch said, "It's fine for Torret to take it up after picking it."

"That won't work. Tufu is also a flower in the future, and it has to go to a distant place. We can't keep troublesome people." Wuming said.

"Always?" Patch asked suspiciously.

"How is one time enough? We will definitely pick one crop after another." Wuming said excitedly, "It's free!"

"You get unlimited refills for free?" Patch said.

"Won't you continue?" Wuming asked back.

"Then I'll definitely continue. Who doesn't love free shipping. A magic cauldron that you can grow whatever you want, it's a treasure," Patch said.

Wuming put his hands behind his back and looked up at the cliff above:
"East of the Lake District, don't we have camp yet?"

"You're going to pick here?" Patch said.

"Of course it won't be Hu Village." Wuming Dayi said awe-inspiringly, "This is the place where the incomparably pure little Hus live. We can't pollute this pure land! Just build it next to the study."

"This way you don't have to build a camp in a low-lying place, which is difficult to transport, right?" Melina said abruptly.

"Of course, this is also part of the caravan leader's consideration. The so-called boss's responsibility." Wuming became more righteous.

Wuming asked Alexander: "Where is your village chief? I want to discuss business with him."

"There is no village chief in our village." Alexander said, "Let's discuss things together."

"Alright, so even if you don't want to, you can do the work alone." Wuming said, "Patch, come with me, you're a liar—you're eloquent, we need to build a good relationship with the jugs."

"Good relationship?" Xiaohu interjected, "Big brothers, do you want to be Weihu masters?"

"Master Weihu, what is it?" Wuming asked.

"It's the person who maintains the pot." Xiaohu said, "If the pot is cracked, we need the help of a pot repairer. Our hands are not as flexible as big brothers like you, and they are also very rough. We need slippery hands. The people who helped us restore it. Master Weihu is someone we respect very much."

Xiaohu asked Wuming innocently:

"Big Brother, are your hands slippery? I can show Big Brother. If Big Brother is talented, he can be our pot master."

Hearing this, Patch subconsciously looked at his palm.

There are amazing calluses on the palm, not at all like the palm of a lazy person.

"Slippery..." Wuming took off his gloves and looked down.

Thin, scorched black, bony and protruding bones, almost no flesh can be seen.A few withered black fragments were taken off when Wuming took off the gauntlet, peeled off, fell to the ground and turned into ashes.

"It's slippery." Wuming raised his head and said earnestly.

"It doesn't seem to be very slippery." Xiaohu looked at Wuming's hand with some worry, "Brother, are your hands okay?"

"It's slippery, look how much dust I have on my hands, it can fully fill the gaps in my hands." Wuming said.

"But it seems that ash will be mixed into the body of the pot during maintenance." Xiaohu said, "Although everyone may be fine, but big brother seems to be less and less physically like this?"

"Damn it... is it over?" Wuming clicked his tongue, "How about you, Melina?"

Melina held out her hand, a pair of burned hands.

"It seems that we don't have this blessing." Wuming sighed, "Let's think about setting up the camp first."

Paqi accompanied Wuming to walk the streets and alleys of Hucun, asking the living pots for their opinions.

There was no obstacle encountered along the way, and all the living pots agreed with a smile.

"It's so simple." Wuming has already expressed emotion for countless times, "There are still many good people in this world."

"It's a good pot." Patch said, "Although the living pot uses human flesh and blood as its source of life, its nature is very kind."

Patch said to Nameless:

"You really want to torment this Hucun like this? We always deal with big forces. If there is any conflict, the small Hucun will probably be directly destroyed by the confrontation between two behemoths."

"You said before that the pit was specially designed to deal with pots, right?" Wuming said, "A trap aimed at pots."

Patch froze for a moment, then smiled:

"I see, I'm waiting here."

"Think of it as a reward for picking flowers for free." Wuming said, "And you are wrong, there are still many good people in this world."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it, if it was our original world, and these pots carried the corpses of us, what would happen to them?"

Patch rolled his eyes and thought for a while, then shivered and stopped thinking about it.

"That's right, it won't work." Wuming said, "People sleep in the body of the jug, dreaming all kinds of dreams. Warriors want to be heroes, so they give birth to warrior jugs to become heroes, so that they are not afraid of death and continue to fight against death. Challenge the limit. Other pots are similar, what kind of corpses they put in, they will be motivated by what kind of dreams, and what kind of people they will become."

"What kind of pot." Patch corrected.

Wuming looked at the sea of ​​flowers in relief:

"The pots are kind, which means that, at least from the perspective of the whole world, people are still kind. This world-there is still salvation."

Wuming spread his arms, breathing in the fresh air:
"So vibrant, so beautiful, so strong—these flowers are the proof. I like it so much—can I give it to Uncle?"

Wuming leaned over smoothly and asked for a small pot.

"No problem!" Xiaohu replied.

"Okay, another one who agrees." Wuming took the survey form and ticked it again.

"Is it all done?" Patch asked.

Nameless nodded.

Hucun reconstruction plan, all approved.

(End of this chapter)