The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 3 The Undead Guy
Wuming kept chopping eight knives before stopping.

Bloodfinger Nelius did harvest blood, but it was his own.

Nelius distanced himself in embarrassment.

Right now, he couldn't allow him to think too much. The feeling of dying made him take out the holy grail bottle and replenish the blood.

Wuming didn't pursue him, he just watched Nelius finish his medicine.

"Is that the Holy Grail bottle?" Wuming asked, "Give me a whole mouthful, too."

Nelius was speechless: "We are enemies."

"Indeed." Wuming nodded, "That can only be..."

Wuming put away his sword and shield, and suddenly knelt down with his hands empty.

"What are you doing—"

Nelius was wondering, when he suddenly felt the ground heat up.

what happened?
Nelius saw brilliant sparks rising from the ground.

A flower more gorgeous and violent than his blood blade.

Through the light of the fire, Nelius couldn't see clearly what Wuming was holding, but could only vaguely recognize the medium.

Despicable, this guy isn't a fighter at all, he's a mage.

This was the last thought of Nelius. In just a split second, his body was rushed into the air, turned into coke, and fell to pieces.

All his clothes were burned, only the two knives in his hands and the Holy Grail bottle were still intact.

The Holy Grail bottle fell to the ground and rolled to Wuming's feet.

Wuming picked up the holy grail bottle and poured the healing liquid along the gap of the armor.

He smacked his lips and was thinking about it, when he suddenly found that the grass swept by the flames had been burned away, revealing a hidden cave.

It was the cave that he couldn't find after searching for a long time.

"Good man." Wuming put his hand on his palm and smiled.

He closed his hands and thanked Nelius who had been burned to ashes.

After thanking him, he took the two swords along.

Not even the ashes were left, they were placed in a cracked pot, and some ashes leaked out from time to time.

Unnamed Paipai Crack Pot:
"Good fertilizer, can sell you to a farm."

After saying that the good man was safe in life, Wuming took the two short knives to observe.

To be precise, it was a short sword with a twisted body, covered with sinister-looking sawtooth, and the sawtooth was stained with wet blood.

The treacherous and evil blood on the sword was like tarsal maggots, burrowing into his gauntlet.

Wuming didn't stop him, allowing the wet blood to enter the armor.

Nothing happened, the blood that got in was like water dripping into the desert, without causing any waves.

"It should be able to sell for a good price." Wuming held a pair of knives and estimated the price.

There was a sound of piercing through the air, reaching Wuming's back.

"Again?"

Wuming was no longer defenseless this time, and moved away sensitively, looking behind.

A man wearing an iron hat and holding a super long sword approached Wuming unknowingly.

"I found you." The man's voice was full of vicissitudes.

"Is that all you have to say?" Wuming became impatient, "Can't you introduce yourself?"

The man in the hat continued:

"Blood finger Nelius, draw an end with your cursed blood, I, Yura, will bury—"

"Although you are bitterly chanting some handsome lines, but my name is not Nelius." Wuming interrupted him, shaking his hands.

Yura stopped, looked at Wuming carefully, hesitated for a while, and said:
"How do you hold Nelius' weapon?"

"I'm still holding his holy grail bottle." Wuming twisted his buttocks and shook the bottle on his waist.

He handed the crack pot to Yura:

"You want to bury him very much? Here are his ashes, two hundred and one jars for you."

Yura was silent for a moment, put away the long knife:

"Sorry to offend, you can actually beat him, you have the ability."

A muffled laugh sounded from the armor:

"Just a nobody."

Yura said: "The old man is Yura, the hunter who hunted Bloodfinger, are you the new fader?"

"Not really, I've been here for a while." Nameless said, "So the person who invaded me is called Nelius?"

"Yes, these blood fingers, who are also faders, attack their compatriots and are crazy about cursed blood. It is a disaster in this land." Yura said, "These guys have been crazy for a long time, and it is impossible to communicate with them .”

"That's why you attacked me without any explanation?"

Yula choked for a few seconds: "The old man is getting old, and it's normal for him to have bad eyesight. In the future, if blood fingers invade again, the old man will help you."

"You came so late, how can you still help me?" Wuming disdainfully.

Yura blushed a little: "By the way, the old man can give you a piece of advice, don't get close to Yakir Lake, it's the domain of dragons."

"That's where I came from. Your advice is very useful." Wuming waved his hand, "Okay, I still have something to do, you can play by yourself."

Yula watched Wuming walk into the cave, still a little dazed.

"You actually talk to me in a coaxing tone, why are the fading people so disrespectful to the elderly..."

Mengliu Cave, Wuming walked in.

This is a very open cave, with some hay mats, a few broken sheds, and a treasure chest.

Nameless shouted a few times in the cave, but no one responded except his own echo.

"No one?" Wuming wondered, "This businessman really feels at ease, he won't be afraid to lose such a big treasure chest here."

He walked up to the treasure chest, drew his sword and slashed, some sawdust was cut out of the treasure chest, and the lid of the treasure chest shook.

"It hasn't been locked yet, it looks like it's just a box."

Wuming lost interest in the box, and sat down on the treasure box, ready to wait for the businessman to come back.

Unexpectedly, the weight of the armor all over his body was extraordinary, and this butt directly missed the lid of the treasure chest.

"What quality?" Wuming pulled the treasure box from his buttocks.

Before I saw what was in the box, there was a mean voice from a high place:
"Oh oh oh? Break into my room and want to steal something? Shameless thief, obediently leave your valuables and get out..."

A bald head jumped from a high platform in the cave, holding a spear and a large shield, his forehead was shiny.

At the same time, several people jumped from the high platform, and several people also jumped out of the grass at the entrance of the cave.

There's even the bare-ass fader from before.

The bald head stared at Wuming viciously, and was about to say a few harsh words when suddenly his eyes became straight.

There was a similar look in the peephole of the nameless armor.

The two pointed at each other at the same time: "It's you!"

This simple and familiar word made the bald boy hesitate, wondering whether he should continue to charge forward.

Only the bare butt faded man was holding a club, and he was extremely brave, roaring and about to charge up.

Patch quickly dropped his weapon, held down the faded man, and smiled at Wuming:

"Children are ignorant, just playing with you."

Wu Minghu didn't care, just stared at Patch with some joy in his eyes:

"I didn't expect to see you again, Patch."

There was no joy in Patch's eyes, but more embarrassment and fear. He shouted:

"I didn't think of it either. Why are you still alive? It's endless? How many years has it been?"

Wuming laughed: "You still recognize me."

"I recognize you even when you are burned to ashes." Patch looked up and down the armor, "You really can't get tired of wearing this knight armor, you can't die."

(End of this chapter)