The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 325
"Where? Where is this?" Wuming felt his eyes turn into whirlpools and stars popping out of his head. He immediately felt the embarrassment and anxiety of the King's coalition forces who had no choice but to attack the royal city.

"This royal city's sewers are too circuitous." Wuming was confused and couldn't find the right path.

Even with the map given by Selosiu, it would be of no help.This is a maze, and it is more confusing than any maze that Wuming has experienced before.

Wuming deliberately demolished the walls and various drainage pipes, but he was afraid of hurting the people inside the pipes.

"The person who built this sewer should be hanged on a cross." Wuming shook his head, with a bitter face, walking through the narrow pipes that blocked his sight.

There was nothing in the pipe. There were originally some monsters, but they were all reduced to ashes by the unknown and powerful firepower, and were blown away by the wind that occasionally came out of the pipe.

The result is that Wuming can no longer find his way. Without monsters as coordinates, the empty pipe can only hear Wuming's own footsteps, which echo in all directions along the pipe, interfering with Wuming's judgment.This sound is not scary, but it continues to accumulate nameless anxiety.

He felt that if he didn't vent, sooner or later he would set a fire in the pipe.And if the coprophag is near the pipe, he'll only get an eleven rare coprophag, and maybe a medium rare millicent.

"Is this a prison that traps countless evil omens?" Wuming said sadly, "I didn't expect the shackles to be so strong."

"You just went around the same road again. Even if you only have the memory ability of a bastard, don't you still know how to mark it?" A voice sounded from Wuming's shoulder, "What a pitiful path-finding ability. , but since I don't have such weak emotions, I just want to laugh at you."

For Wuming, who could only hear the sound of footsteps, it was simply the sound of nature.

"How could I forget you?" Wuming patted his helmet, and the sound echoed crisply in the pipes.

Wuming took Serui off his shoulders and put it in front of him, very excited:
"Do you know the way?"

"Is it difficult to find the way?" Serui said, "How did you find the way in the past? Did you rely on exhaustion?"

"How do you know?" Wuming admired Se Rui's wisdom even more, "Your mother is right, you are indeed very smart."

Serrui held his cheek, his pyroxene eyes rolling around:

"Obviously not only can you enumerate to exhaustion, but you can't remember more than three things at the same time. As long as there are too many side roads, you won't be able to remember where you have been."

"So you remember the road, right?" Wuming ignored Serui, and could only hear this meaning in his ears.

"Of course I remember, don't say you have exhausted the road, even if you can only judge the structure here through the environment and the direction of the water flow." Serui said.

Wuming breathed a sigh of relief: "I can finally get out of this place. You didn't tell me earlier."

Se Rui said: "Se Lian gave me restrictions. I can't say too many words every day."

"That's why you've been silent until now, and you didn't come out until you recognized the path and had the confidence to make the final blow?" Wuming asked, "Small words, concise words, and the final word, concentrated is the essence!"

"No, I just don't want to help you." Serui said.

Wuming suddenly thought of something:

"Are the words you are saying now also counted in the count?"

Se Rui was silent for a moment and said, "Yes."

She added: "By the way, the same goes for the previous sentence."

"By the way, I can only say twenty words now," Serui said, "and nine more."

Sirui fell silent, motionless, staring at Nameless like a dead object.

Wuming held her forehead, and Se Lian limited the number of words she could speak in order to let her consider her speech and say more nutritious words.But Se Rui obviously loves trash talk more, and would rather waste the number of times to say it.

"Good boy, can you show me the way?"

"No." Se Lian said, making two-finger gestures with all four hands, indicating that there was still a quota of eight sentences.

"Answer me, unlucky boy." Wuming sighed, "Why did you leave with me? Your mother asked me to take you with her, but she didn't say that she had to take you with her at this time. You left on your own initiative."

"Se Lian has placed a restraint on me and can cut off my consciousness at any time." Ser Rui said, "Of course it's better to stay away from those dog chains, right?"

"Yes, that's right, so I can be considered a favor to you." Wuming said, "And if I were trapped here, I would be very irritable. When I am irritable, I might not want to take a little kid with me. I'm with you now. So where will I leave the little kid? Maybe I'll send her back to her mother."

Wuming raised Se Rui: "So are you going to go back, or are you going to show me the way, and it's a win-win situation for everyone?"

Se Rui and Wuming looked at each other for a moment and pointed in one direction.

"Good boy." Wuming put Se Rui on top of his head, and Se Rui lay on top of Wuming's head, pointing him in the direction, and soon he got him out of the maze-like sewer.

"Next time, we must renovate a water pipe that is not so winded." Wuming shook his head and touched the prison where the feces eater was.

Many sons of evil omen were imprisoned in prison, with faces like evil ghosts. When they saw Wuming, they stretched out their ugly and deformed hands to grab him, wailing and wailing:
"Let us go out!"

"What's wrong, you're so excited?" Wuming was surprised by the excitement of the Son of Omen.

Wuming saw that there were some normal people among the Sons of Omen, who were also imprisoned in the same cell. However, they mingled with the Sons of Omen without hesitation and crowded in front of the fence, squeezing the flesh of their faces against the fence. on his face, his face full of terror.

Wuming's gaze slightly bypassed the prisoners and looked inside the prison, where he discovered that Millicent was also imprisoned here.His body lay limply on the ground, seemingly unconscious.

"Millicent?" Wuming asked, "What's going on..."

"Please, let us out quickly! That... is coming!" The criminal's face was filled with fear and ferociousness.

"Don't worry, don't worry, let's talk about it." Wuming asked as he stepped forward and burned the prison's iron bars one by one.

When enough space was finally cut out, the sons of ill omens prepared to squeeze through the hole and get out, even if their bodies were cut by sharp edges.

But none of the Sons of Omen squeezed out, and Wuming pushed in first despite everyone else.

"What are you squeezing? Why are you squeezing? You get down first and then up. Do you understand?" Wuming pushed the criminals away and walked into the prison.

As soon as you enter the rear of the criminal, your field of view instantly broadens. You can see that the entire prison is quite large, but people are crowded at the door. In the deep corner, the feces eaters are fighting against the wall with their heads, and the walls they hit are full of The blood stains made regular banging sounds, but these sounds were covered up by the screams of the criminals just now.

Wuming ignored the coprophag and walked straight to Millicent, squatting down to check her condition.

Millicent's clothes were intact, and there were no wounds or bruises on her body, but the ponytail was loose again, and her red hair was a little dull.

Wuming shook Millicent gently and warmed Millicent's body with a ball of light.

Millicent woke up slowly, opened her eyes weakly, and her lips were pale.When he saw Wuming, his eyes lit up, and a drop of clear tears ran from the corner of his eyes:

"Teacher, you are here. Teacher, I...have been tainted."

"Tainted?" Wuming tilted his head and looked at Millicent's whole body again, and indeed did not see any external injuries.

Wuming suddenly felt that the dungeon had become quiet. There was a moment of silence, as if he suddenly discovered that the teacher was secretly watching in a playful class.

The prisoners were squeezing at the exit to get out, but now they were silent and their bodies were shaking slightly.

Wuming realized that not only did the prisoners stop making noise, but the coprophags also stopped banging their heads, which was why the surroundings were so quiet.He also had a vague feeling that the prisoners' silence was because the copro-eaters had quieted down.

"It's coming." Millicent covered her ears in horror.

The prisoners crouched with their heads in their hands.

"What?" Wuming didn't react yet.A cough resounded in the prison, and then a shocking roar came out of the manure-eater's mouth, his voice hoarse.

He was actually singing, but it was distorted and out of tune, out of order, with only mournful emotions, like the screams of evil spirits when they were suffering in hell. Just hearing it made me tremble and my brain went numb.

The voices of the coprophags are getting louder and louder, and the ghosts are crying and howling like ghosts.

There are indeed resentful souls bursting out from the coprophags, with ferocious faces, just like the prisoners, escaping from the coprophags, bombarding the surroundings regardless of friend or foe, smashing into the walls, or biting into the prisoners.

This is not like singing, it is simply some kind of spell. The caster seems to be cursing the whole world with a roar that can tear his own throat.

"Enough!" Wuming gave the coprophag a thumbs up, and then held his palms empty, a purple halo spread around, and the grudge accompanying the curse of the coprophag was smoothed away and no longer burst out.

But the singing has not stopped and its power has not diminished.

Sirui's four hands trembled in the air, writing the secret text, and a translucent ball was dunked beside the dung eater, and the voice was also smoothed out.

"Do you know how to do this?" Wuming said.

"Why do you think Ser Lian didn't let me speak?" Ser Rui said, "It's this silent magic, which seems to be the reverse mute magic that makes a sound."

"I thought it was some kind of secret method that limits the number of times you can speak, but it turns out that it directly blocks the sound." Wuming didn't expect Selian's solution to be unexpectedly simple and crude. "Then you can't crack it?"

"To put it lightly, unless I have the magic you just used - what kind of power is that?" Serui asked.

"A means of countering spells." Wuming answered.

Se Rui thoughtfully said: "It sounds similar to the full moon magic. No wonder I don't know it anymore. That is the ultimate goal of Se Lian in creating me. It is indeed more difficult to learn than the origin magic..."

Nameless poked Millicent: "Hey, there's no sound."

Millicent also felt it, put down her hand, looked at Wuming, cried and hugged Wuming:

"My ears are stained and unclean. It's so unpleasant, Master, how could there be such an unpleasant sound..."

"Is it so unpleasant..." Wuming looked at the reactions of Millicent and other prisoners, and felt a sense of distrust in his own aesthetics.

He knew that he had no aesthetic taste, but being so different from others... somewhat alarmed Wuming.

"It was okay at first, but if you hear this kind of voice too much, it will get into your head, echoing all the time, and you will wake up in your dreams." Millicent covered her ears and looked at Wuming with tears in her eyes, "Teacher, I want to escape from prison .”

"Weren't you captured by Ge Fulei?" Wuming asked.

Millicent was a little confused: "I don't know, I've been fainting all this time."

"Forget it, you can leave first. Someone will arrange it for you." Wuming arranged the people and walked to the copro-eater.

The coprophag stopped his high-pitched singing, and when he saw Wuming, his eyes lit up:
"So you came, you came anyway, you want me to taint you, right?"

"I heard Selosiu said you don't want to go out?" Wuming asked, "Why?"

"Why do you want to go out?" asked the copro-eater.

Wuming pondered for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

If the coprophag doesn't want to leave, then there is no way to ask him to help on the condition of helping him leave.Wuming really can't answer this simple question.

After thinking about it, Wuming decided to confess:

"I want to hire you as my singer."

"The kind of singer who stands on the stage, shows his face, and accepts the cheers and crowds of the crowd?" said the dung-eater.

"Yes, yes, I understand you very well." Wuming said, "How about it, are you interested?"

"That's not the way a child of ill omen should be treated," said the Copropeater.

Wuming didn't understand what the coprophagist meant:
"You...are not the son of evil omen, either?"

The armor of the Coprophagous Man was obviously modeled after the severed horns of the Son of Omen, but inside... Wuming could feel that he was just an ordinary human being.

"What did you say!"

What Wuming didn't expect was that the coprophag was extremely excited and had a tendency to attack whenever he disagreed.

The coprophag roars: "I am the omen, I am the defilement, I am the coprophag!"

"Okay, okay, you are the son of Bad Omen." Wuming immediately changed his mind, "As long as you are willing to appear, I will not object to you saying that you are the King of Bad Omen."

"I've said it before, standing on the stage is not the way a child of evil omen should be treated." The Coprophagian said, "This is where a child of evil omen should be. Being spurned, despised, and deliberately ignored Pretended to be forgotten, but panicked in dreams."

The dung-eater spread out his arms and looked up at the dark, dank ceiling: "This is where the son of ill omens should stay!"

Wuming watched the copro-eater yelling with all his strength, and suddenly he had a sense of enlightenment, understanding why the copro-eater came here, and even came here on his own initiative.

He considers himself to be the son of a bad omen, so he has to come to this place that belongs to the son of a bad omen, even if it is a prison.

"Why do you think that the prison is the place for the Son of Omen?" Wuming asked.

"That's what people say, and what people do," said the Dung-eater. "Here the omens gather."

"So your judgment is—that's what people say." Wuming asked, "Didn't people say that your actions are wrong?"

"Go to hell, they just spit shit out of their mouths." The coprophag said, "I am a bad omen, a bad omen that is spurned and scolded by those golden people who claim to be normal people."

The body of the dung-eater trembled, and the hard horns on his body trembled, and he screamed: "So you must defile and turn everyone into a bad omen. As long as you let defilement fill the world, you will endlessly kill, defile, and send blessings to people... Everyone is a bad omen, everyone will understand me and understand how wonderful that guidance is..."

Wuming touched his chin. He felt that he had vaguely touched the psychological context of the coprophag, but he still couldn't see it clearly.

"You are wrong." Wuming tentatively said to the Coprophagous Man. "Now most of the Sons of Omen are no longer in this prison. Some of them are locked in mobile prison cars, and some are with the caravan. That's when It is the destination of the son of evil omen now.”

The copro-eater was stunned: "Outside?"

Wuming nodded quickly: "Go to the sewer to have a look, there is no bad omen here. Can I lie to you as a shopkeeper?"

"...I'll go take a look." The coprophagic man stumbled away. He seemed to be fainting from just hitting the wall, or maybe from yelling too much.

Wuming followed slowly and finally returned to the ground.

As the coprophags also ran into the prison car and were transported out of the city together, the clearing of the royal city was basically completed.After Melina also appeared from nowhere and signaled Wuming to finish, Wuming put aside all worries and walked onto the golden tree.

Above the court, surrounded by spiders, lions, ancient dragons and ominous omens, Ge Fulei sat casually on a piece of gravel with his giant ax stuck in the ground, waiting for Wuming's arrival.

He seemed to sense something. He stood up and raised the ax, swinging it around and grabbing it in his hand. The mere inertia caused cracks to appear in the court.

The crack extended all the way to the entrance to the chapel, covered by a foot.

Wuming stepped on the crack, walked into the court, and slowly drew his sword out of its sheath:
"Lao Lu, I'm here to keep your appointment."

(End of this chapter)