The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 288: Seeing Parents

After the investigation in Hucun was over, Wuming and the others were also preparing to return to Yatan. They should pay wages, pay wages, and pursue wives.

The Hucun project was a certainty, and Wuming was very satisfied with this guaranteed business. He sent someone over when he was about to pass by the Dikdas lift camp.

"Hurry up, hurry up, I can't wait." Wuming urged Melina, Patch and others.

Melina also obediently obeyed Wuming's intention—riding on Torret and galloping all the way north.

Patch also got on the spirit horse and shared the Toret with Melina.

"What about me? I didn't get on the horse." Wuming looked at the far away dust and pointed at himself.

"You can't sit on Torret, you run." Patch said.

"Yeah, aren't you in a hurry?" Melina said.

"Why is this?" Wuming cried and chased the smoke and dust, "We are partners, our bond!"

The voice passed, the sound of horseshoes slowed down, the smoke gradually dissipated, and Torret really stopped.

"Good brother, you really still care about me." Wuming ran over happily.

I saw a group of people blocking the front of the road.Another big tree was brought down, lying in the middle of the road.

This group of people are of different shapes and costumes, holding their own weapons, looking at Patch and the others with unfriendly expressions.

"So it wasn't for me to stop." Nameless said.

"Bonds," Patch said, "of course the farther you throw the better of this kind of thing."

The robber on the opposite side finally couldn't stand it any longer:

"Hey, can you respect us? When we don't exist?"

"The robber?" Wuming looked at Patch.

"Otherwise, could I have come to stop you to try it?" Paqi looked at those people with disdain, "The business of demihumans is really out of style."

"Didn't you do this before?"

"Be careful with what you say. I am now a man from the volcano, a traitor, the most brutal group in the borderland." Patch folded his arms and looked very proud.

"What's the comparison?" Wuming said, "A traitor is better than a robber?"

"They'll have us tattooed," Patch said.

"Bragging——" Wuming looked over and found that behind the group of people, a person who was faintly important was wearing a thick apron with slender branches running through the apron, and on the branches were Surrounded by red snakes, it resembles the many patterns and beliefs of volcanoes.

"It really hurts you." Wuming said, "Then are you good at speaking? Let them get out of the way."

Patch was riding the spirit horse, trampling the air with iron hooves, and leaped lightly over the tree stump that fell to the ground.

"I don't even know who this tree stump is blocking?" Patch was confident and stood arrogantly among the thieves, "I tell your boss to come out and speak, my uncle is the traitor of the volcano. Come out and meet, I don't want to kill .”

The robbers did not show any weakness, and drew their swords to face each other:
"It's you who broke our trap?"

"Trap? What kind of trap?" Wuming asked.

"Stop talking nonsense, you know what you have done yourself," said the thieves.

Nameless and helpless: "There is such a person who obviously doesn't explain anything, thinks everyone is what he thinks, and never thinks that others may not care about his entanglement at all."

"These people should be poachers," Patch said.

"Poachers?"

"Poachers of pots," Patch said. "Live pots are very valuable, so there are poachers."

"The pit that stuck Alexander before." Wuming remembered, and suddenly realized, "The magic power of the living pot is indeed very attractive. They are people who want to use the magic power of the living pot just like us."

With an attitude of exchanging ideas, Wuming discussed with the poachers how to use them.

"How did you use the magic power of the living pot?" Wuming asked.

"How do we know?" The poacher was impatient and a little strange, "Anyway, if the master wants it, we will do it, usually by breaking it into pieces. The whole pot is too wasteful of horses, and there are too many useless rotten meat in it." ..."

Wuming shook his head again and again, and lost the desire to continue communicating.

"Reckless." Nameless said to Patch, "Let them go."

"I advise you to show us some respect." The poacher said, "This is a huge industry, from Ningmgfu to the snow-capped mountains. What you want to kill is not us, but the entire living pot industry chain, you Are you going to be an enemy of all the corrupt perfumers?"

Seeing what the poachers said aggressively, Wuming was taken aback, and looked at Patch: "Are they telling the truth?"

"I don't know." Patch also showed timidity, "If it is to be as large as they said, it should be related to the volcano."

"Is there a connection?"

"I don't know, I didn't go deep into the volcano without you."

"Huh, the traitor?" Wuming imitated Paqi's proud look just now, and stood with his arms crossed.

Patch's old face was a little red, and he glanced at Wuming:
"Stop talking nonsense and think of ways."

When the poachers saw the hesitant Patch and the others, they smiled triumphantly:
"We don't embarrass you either. Seeing that you have a lot of things right now, take them out and share some with your brothers. After sharing things, we are brothers, so naturally we won't embarrass brothers."

Wuming ignored the poacher and thought for a while:
"Actually, it's not difficult, just ask."

"Ask who?"

"Taniss, and our perfumer." Wuming said, "It just so happens that you all have to go back to the Yatan as soon as possible."

"Then let's make a quick decision." Melina was impatient for a long time, and she took out her dagger and looked at the poacher coldly.

"Go first, leave these people to me." Wuming said, "I thought of a way to speed up for you."

"Is there any way?" Melina suddenly had an ominous premonition, "We are going north, not up."

"It's going north." Nameless took out his staff, "I was thinking, since Torret can move quickly with the help of soul airflow, if the airflow becomes more turbulent, it's not like a boat driving in a turbulent river, it can Have you traveled a thousand miles in a day?"

Wuming raised his staff with a smile, and aimed the pyroxene at the tip of Torret's ass:
"Sit still, look at my spirit! Soul! Excitement! Flow!"

A thick torrent of magic power gushed out from the staff, submerging Pachimelina and Torret, and the three disappeared in the blink of an eye.The turbulent airflow split the land along the way into two like waves.

"You did it on purpose!" Patch's scream came from afar.

"As you said, stay away from me." Wuming shaded the sun with one hand, looking happily at Patch and others who had long since disappeared.

He put away his staff, and clapped his hands to the poachers with a pleasant face:
"Okay, let's talk—your so-called business, the conflict of interests between us. I think we can negotiate a plan that satisfies both of us."

The poachers raised their weapons in unison, aiming at Wuming, their arms trembling.

"Threatening us?" said the poachers, "we are not afraid!"

"How could it be a threat?" Wuming put away his weapon and raised his empty hands, "I think that although you have used the active pot extensively, it is not impossible to take care of both."

Wuming raised a finger:
"You want shards, and pots do break. That's why we need pot masters. Pot village will definitely produce shards of living pots, but there will be fewer."

"That's not less," said the poachers.

"That's why we need to increase the number of living pots." Wuming said, "Living pots are cultivated with human flesh and blood. As long as there are enough human corpses, enough pots can be born."

Nameless smiled:

"Bodies are needed, lots of bodies."

The poachers swallowed their saliva and looked at each other. The companionship of poaching together for many years made them immediately understand each other's thoughts.

Almost at the same time, all the poachers turned around at the same time, and Sa Yazi fled in all directions, hiding in the forest.

When he fled, he did not forget to say harsh words:
"You wait, we will be back."

Wuming stretched out his hand to stop him, but he no longer knew what to stop.

"It seems to be a misunderstanding." Wuming regretted, "I still want to see if I can increase the size of Hucun... Forget it, we will talk about it later."

Wuming was about to return to the Yatan, when he saw that the depraved perfumer who had been standing behind the poachers hadn't left yet, and after the poachers had run away, he suddenly stood out.

The perfumer noticed Wuming looked over and said:
"Very interesting idea, where do you want to get so many corpses?"

"The cemetery." Wuming said as a matter of course, "Is there any place with more corpses than the cemetery?"

The Fallen Perfumer laughed:
"This is a very taboo thing in the Golden Dynasty. You hindered the 'return to the tree'."

"It's really taboo, and I'm taboo too." Wuming said, "So I went to find you poachers. I don't want to go to the cemetery, but since you are willing to poach, grave robbery should be fine."

Nameless said to the Fallen Perfumer:
"You want to cooperate?"

"We'll talk about it later." The corrupted perfumer turned and left, and quickly disappeared into the forest.

"Strange person..." Wuming murmured, opening his helmet to reveal a huge gap, through which he could see the scenery before and after, and then stretched out his hand to scratch the faintly exposed white cervical spine.

But soon Wuming stopped paying attention to the depraved perfumer who behaved strangely, and focused on the immediate difficulties——

"How do I go back to Yatan, walking..." Wuming lamented, and ran along the main road, wearing a full-body armor.

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"I call this the Platinum Cage. Interesting, isn't it?"

Inside the volcano mansion, in the depths of a dark room, a man with a dilapidated body and casually wrapped in rags was putting his hands on Laya's shoulders, introducing something to her with a smile.

In front of the two of them, there was a large hamster cage, and a platinum son with a big head like a frog kept rolling in it, driving the wheels.

The man pulled Laya and stood in front of the cage, squinting his eyes: "Did you feel the cool breeze? This thing can also be used as a fan. Unfortunately, the volcano here is either an iron girl or a snake man who is not afraid of heat at all. I have to hide it in the snow." gone."

Laya looked at the Platinum Son in the cage, white foam was constantly thrown out of his wide mouth, and the eyeballs that were originally filled with pure black had completely turned white.

"Oh, this is not rolling your eyes." The man introduced to Laya, "The blood of the Platinum Sons is white, which is a sign of their eyeballs being congested, and it looks like they have changed their shades, isn't it interesting? "

Laya took a step back and bumped into the man, feeling a little unsteady:

"What felony did he commit?"

"Felony? They didn't commit a crime," the man said.

"Then why torture them so much?" Laya asked.

"To make them miserable," the man said.

Laya looked at the man with some horror.

The man said: "Pain, despair, resentment... can bring all kinds of powerful power. Lord Lakad needs these powers."

"Is this the hidden secret of the volcano..." Laya murmured, closing her eyes tightly, not looking at those, she asked the man, "What I want to know is the birth ceremony of your so-called snake man, why are you showing me these ?”

"Before tasting the main course, there must be an appetizer. When revealing the truth, there must be a foreshadowing." The man's fingers passed through the phantom of Laya's figure, and scratched on her scales, "Foreplay is very important, my child."

"I just want to know how I was born." Laya said with her eyes closed.

The man sighed: "It's not cute - well, let me tell you."

The man led Laya all the way to a church.

The inside and outside of the church are full of red candles, and the decoration is also all red, with a strange paganism.

"I've been here last time." Laya said.

"I know, I can see it." The man said, "But you only took away the amniotic membrane and didn't continue, which made me look forward to it in vain."

"I... I didn't find another way." Laya was at a loss.

The man walked to a side door of the church and called for Laya to come over.

The ground lifts, sending the two of them above.

"So there is a ladder here?" Laya was surprised, "I didn't see it at all."

"Stupid child." The man took Laya through many remote places, "As you have seen, we will torture all kinds of people. From their pain, from their wailing, we found a lot of power. These powers are also The power necessary to realize my king's great wish."

"They are too pitiful..." Laya thought of those platinum sons.

"Poor children, you feel sorry for them," said the man.

"What do you mean?"

"Usually snake people don't sympathize with humans, after all, their appearances are very different." The man said, "You obviously haven't received a normal education. Even the son of Platinum can sympathize with it. It's not as good as humans, but it has a little bit of human form. That's all."

Laya whispered, "Maybe it's because mother is also human..."

The man glanced at Laya:
"By now, you should be aware of the fact that Tanis is not your mother."

Laya said: "I believe that my mother loves me, she must have her reasons. I just want to find this reason..."

"If you find a reason, can you forgive her?" The man laughed.

"I never complained about Lord Tanis." Laya argued, "I just... want to know my background, why Lord Tanis abandons her principles and lies and hides... I want to say it from the bottom of my heart , calling that lord 'mother' again."

The corner of the man's mouth curled into a smile:

"As I said before, my king Lakad—that is, your father—needs power that can rival the Golden Tree. For this, he needs all kinds of power, which breeds despair, and letting the madness spread is only one of the methods. And making snake people is another way."

Laya bit her lower lip, this answer did not shake her mind, she already had an answer in her heart.

"Where are we going?" Laya asked.

"Go to the audience hall to meet your father." The man smiled, "It's better to understand with your own eyes. And you haven't seen your father yet, have you? That great king, and your biological mother."

(End of this chapter)