The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 337 The Defiler

"We are going to be defiled!"

The deafening cry of the golden people made Wuming feel that he had become a sinner - his ears had been cut off.

"What?" Wuming asked them to say it again.

The fans of Coprophagia were not afraid and shouted passionately:

“Coprophagous coprophagous we love you!”

"We love you, copro-eater! Come and defile us!"

A person ran to the front and raised his hands to support them: "I love Tanis, I love Tanis——"

Before he finished speaking, he was knocked down by the fervent fans of Coprophagia in the front row, surrounded and beaten, completely forgetful, and no longer paid attention to the guy in full armor next to him.

The fans of Coprophagia ignored Wuming, and Coprophagian ignored those fans. The grudge he had just released didn't seem to affect him at all in continuing to sing.The roar was like a war song, cheering up the people who were fighting each other.

He was holding a loudspeaker in his hand, which looked very unique.The thing he shouted at his mouth was a skull. When the coprophag sang, he seemed to be kissing the skull.

Underneath the skull is a spine, inserted into the skull and held in the hand of the coprophag.The rib-like structure connected to the spine was sharpened, and bright red blood was pricked from the hands of the coprophagous man, and it flowed without realizing it as he sang loudly.

Wuming stood aside, looking at the scene in front of him, not knowing how to express himself.

"I can't understand, I can't understand." Wuming shook his head.

Wuming did stay behind the scenes for a while, but according to his assumptions, there was no reason for it to change so much.

"What part went wrong..." Wuming murmured.

Wuming was thinking about which step of his strategy had gone wrong. The Coprophagous fans had almost beaten Tanith's fans to death.

"Stop, you guys stop, don't fight anymore..."

Wuming went to pull the person away, but was slapped away.

Wuming was stunned when he was photographed.

The person who photographed him actually got beaten.

"Go away, this is our business, what's the point of a guy in armor just joining in the fun?" The person who was beaten was covered in blood, flowing to the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were fierce, but he glared at Wuming along with the person who beat him.

Wuming looked at his palm:
"I've gone out of my way not to show my face. Why do I attract so much hatred?"

"Take your ugly money and get away from us!" the fans began to say, and seemed about to start pushing Wuming.

Wuming took a few steps back, away from the stage, and then retreated into the shadows where he and Patch were hiding before.

"Did they recognize my identity?" Wuming asked Patch inexplicably, "Do they know I'm the boss? How did they know I was rich? No one asked me."

"You can tell by looking at your full-body armor," Patch said. "You can tell at a glance that your armor is well-maintained. And those who can afford to maintain their armor are quite wealthy."

Patch pointed at those people:
"These are people who bought armor with a coffin board in mind, but can't make any achievements. They can see it, and they have enough hatred for you people."

"Is that why?" Wuming said, "The Coprophagous Man also wears armor, why doesn't anyone say anything about him?"

"He must be ugly," Patch guessed.

"I always feel something is wrong, do you have any clue?" Wuming asked.

"I've told you a long time ago that the thing you caused is too big, and no one can say how it will develop." Patch said.

"Then no one likes to be tainted, right?"

"Those who don't like it won't be so close to him, and they won't come to listen to it." Patch said, "These are people who have resentment towards the Golden King City and even the world. Coprophagians are their best spokespersons. "

"The best spokesperson can hurt themselves." Wuming looked at the enthusiastic fans with some worry.

"Aren't there many people who have self-destructive tendencies?" Patch took a deep look at Wuming.

Wuming tapped his armor a few times and decided:
"Let's close the stage for a few days."

"No more money?" Patch asked.

"Brother, we are rich now." Wuming smiled confidently, "Not bad at all."

He stepped out of the shadows and returned to the stage.

When the fans saw that Wuming, the man in armor, dared to come back, they clenched their fists and prepared to drive him away.

"Do you know who I am?" Wuming said, "Driving me away?"

"Who are you?" The fans have already raised their small stools and are ready for another passionate battle in the roaring songs of the Coprophagians.

"I -" Wuming was about to reply when he heard the scene became a little quieter. Although the people in front of him were still making noise, the loudest noise stopped.

"Is the song finished?" Wuming looked past the fans and towards the copro-eater behind him.

The fans also looked back at the coprophag, regardless of their namelessness, and began to cheer and praise the coprophag during the singing breaks. Some were ready to throw flowers upwards, while others cheered and threw golden excrement upwards. things.

Facing the enthusiasm in the audience, the coprophag stood there silently, looking around at the audience who rushed to the audience, his voice was hoarse:

"Why are you still here..."

"Some bastard in armor just stained you," the fan explained.

The Coprophagian didn't seem interested in their explanation. He threw away the skull in his hand, picked up the spine sword connected to the skull, and slashed at the audience in the audience.

A strong wind blew, and Wuming rushed in front of the coprophag, using the scabbard to press the sword against the man's spine.

Wuming wanted to scold the copro-eater, but before his words came out, he was blocked by the strength of his subordinates.

Wuming was a little surprised, the copro-eater was unexpectedly strong.

Wuming had never fought against a physical coprophag, so he didn't know how powerful his body was, but he had some expectations.But Wuming's prediction was wrong, and he barely blocked the coprophag's sword.

"It's you, what are you doing here?" The coprophagian finally recognized Wu Ming, glared and yelled, "Are you here to flatter me too?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm here to mess with you - this stage will be closed for a few days." Wuming announced loudly.

Now the fans gave up and stared:

"Why did you put this out of business!"

"I'm the boss here." Wuming glared back at them, "Closed for rectification, there is a fire hazard."

The audience angrily scolded the businessman for being despicable, but the scolding continued and they had no choice but to leave in twos and threes.Some people wanted to ask for help from Coprophag, but Coprophag remained silent and ignored the fans who asked him for help.

Wuming also noticed this and observed the copro-eater.

"You are different from before." Wuming said, "What happened?"

The copro-eater ignored the fans and had no intention of giving the boss any face. He turned around and returned to his prison car with a stinking face, huddled up and ignored everyone.

Patch climbed out of the shadows and came to Wuming:

"You really shut it down. It took so much effort to build the platform. If it doesn't open, it will lose money every day."

"Why the loss?" Wuming said.

"You still have to spend money to support your employees for food, clothing, housing and transportation, but if you don't make any money, then it's a loss," Patch said.

Wuming hesitated for a moment: "Let's take a break first. You've already made a lot of money, right?"

"It's indeed quite a lot." Patch nodded, "This place can give us a profit of 700 million runes a day."

"How much?" Wuming turned around sharply.

"We'll charge more than half of 700 million, and then deduct some of our service fees." Patch said, "Last month, the average manure-eater earned [-] million runes a day." "These people don't look like that. You look so rich?" Wuming was surprised.

"Eight thousand a ticket," Patch said.

"When did our tickets become so expensive?" Wuming was surprised.

"Expensive? Why is it so expensive? It's been this price for so many years. Don't open your eyes and talk nonsense about how difficult it is for us businessmen. Sometimes we still have to think about ourselves.
Some people look for their own reasons, whether their wages have been increased after so many years or whether they work seriously. "Patch said.

"Isn't the original price eight hundred?" Wuming was confused, "What are you talking about?"

Pachi was so secretive that he lowered his voice and stretched out two limbs: "The original price is [-], I will arrange for scalpers to sell it to [-]."

Wuming stared: "Is anyone buying this?"

Patch said: "Do you understand this business strategy? Differential pricing. Rich people spend more money to buy good seats, and we can also make money from poor people. It's good."

"The Yatan people are indeed very rich," Patch said. "And with regard to runes, it is not easy to spend tens of thousands to make a set of sophisticated armor, but it is much easier to squeeze out a little money from time to time. The Yatan people are forced to work , started to have wages, let them save for big things, and if they don’t see any hope, they will spend their money here. But it’s really weird, and it’s too popular. These people don’t know why, as if they were charmed by the smell of shit. , begging to give us money, and if you have any money, you have to spend it. You know you don’t have much money, but you are asking to give money to the copro-eaters.”

Wuming lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Pachi gave Wuming a shot in the arm: "Don't worry, it will be done very cleanly. If you do too many unjust things, you will be killed."

"I was wondering if we would look spineless if we announced that we would reopen the stage now?" Wuming asked Patch.

"meeting."

"You can't use your backbone as runes, so I'm going to call people back." Wuming said and was about to call back the people who were leaving one after another. "I said that this guy, the Coprophagous Man, seems to have become more powerful. Two million runes a day. , who can’t be awesome——"

Wuming rushed out in a hurry, almost bumping into someone and piercing him.

Wuming stopped suddenly and looked at the tall figure in front of him.

"I think you should wrap up more layers when you go out in the future, otherwise whoever bumps into you in the future will be stabbed to death." Wuming looked at the horns and tumors on Mengt's body.

Lance Sanks followed behind Mengt and nodded repeatedly: "I think what he said is reasonable. You will look better if you wear more clothes."

Wuming had just run so fast that he brought up a gust of wind and blew away a corner of Mongote's cloak, revealing a scar inside. However, Mongette quickly reached out and pulled the cloak to cover it.

Menggert was not one to joke with Wu Ming, so he said with a straight face, "Where are the coprophags?"

"It's locked in a cage." Wuming pointed towards the prison car.

"Has he been out?" asked Mongot.

"I come out when I'm singing, and I go in normally. I don't go out to hang out much." Wuming asked, "What's the matter?"

Mengt was silent for a moment: "Come with me."

Wuming became more and more curious and followed Menggert out:
"What's the matter?"

"There have been some murders in Yatan," Menggert said.

"Do you think it was a coprophag that did it?" Wuming said, "You can eat shit, but you can't talk nonsense. Xiaomeng, how do you judge that it was a coprophag?"

Menggert didn't explain, but just walked with Wuming in the wilderness. After a long time, they came to a desolate open space.

In the open space, there was a circle of chairs, and on each chair sat a thin figure, obviously a corpse.

"Isn't it just a circle of people dying? Isn't this a very common situation in the border area? The mystery of mass suicide in the border area." Wuming said, "I'm telling you, there is this kind of thing in my hometown, one death and one circle... "

Menggert took a few steps closer, and when Wuming saw the cause of death of these people, he stopped talking.

The corpses sat in a circle, and everyone was tied to a chair with their backs lowered. Their heads were hung down and their bodies were disembowelled. Their intestines, mixed with blood and filth, were guided to the center.

The scene seemed like an evil ancient ritual, cruel, rough, and arrogant.

"Is this suicide?" Mengt asked Wuming.

"It might be a suicide attempt." Wuming said, "As long as someone else helps him tie him up and then disembowel him, he can do it."

"What about the last person?" Mengt asked.

"Maybe he left." Wuming said, "I made an appointment to commit suicide, but I saw the miserable conditions of other people before they died, and I got scared. Others commit suicide and go home alone. There are people like this!"

Menggert stretched out his big furry hand, rummaged through the intestines of the corpse, and took out a bloody thing.

"What is this?" Nameless asked.

"Bad Omen Corner." Menggert said, "Someone is performing a curse ritual to spread bad omens and diseases."

"Dung-eater did it?" Wuming asked.

"He was imprisoned just because he did this kind of thing." Menggert said, "When I was still hiding behind the scenes, he sneaked into the Royal City. He was almost the first faded person to sneak into the Royal City, but it was not to challenge me to obtain Big Rune, instead, looks for civilians to kill and impose curses."

"So cruel." Wuming said, "You didn't kill him. The people in Wangcheng are so kind."

"I have killed him, but he will not die." Menggert was angry, "Such a defiled person is actually deeply loved by blessings..."

"Maybe blessings like bad things." Wuming said.

"Anyway, he is too dangerous. I want to take him away and seal him." Menggert said, "Just a prison car is not enough."

"Are you sure it was him?" Wuming said.

"He is an important suspect. Can't I control him first?" Menggert said.

Wuming stared at the ritual blood circle:
"But I really don't think it was his doing."

"Why do you think so? Is it because he made money for you?" Menggert asked in a deep voice.

Wuming thought about the income from the stage again and couldn't help but laugh:

"How do you know I can make millions a day?"

Menggert stared coldly at Wuming with the eye that was not squeezed by the evil omen horn, without saying a word.

Wuming stopped his smile and coughed:
"Actually, it's because the styles are not very similar."

"style?"

Wuming said: "I think even if a coprophag wants to kill someone, he won't do it in such a... ritualistic way. He doesn't seem like someone who has to stick to the formalities and form a circle when killing people."

Mongot said: "Is this how you speculate?"

Wuming said: "You should take the coprophagy away first. We just happened to be out of business for a few days. But you can't use this reason to keep him detained. If you can't find evidence for a few days, let him go. This matter I'll also help you investigate."

Seeing Wuming relent and let him go, Menggert's attitude softened a little and his body shook a little.

"Are you very tired?" Wuming asked, "Long time no see, very busy?"

"The injury is serious." Lance Sanks said, "This guy was injured some time ago."

"Are there any masters?" Wuming asked, "Did your dad beat you?"

"Arena people," Lance Sanks said.

"Can people in the arena hurt him?" Wuming didn't believe it, "You are a demigod after all."

"It was the group of golden people who attacked him. He didn't fight back, he just ran away. Fight him back, but you are the one." Lance Sanks' face was full of hatred, and he twisted Mongot's ominous horn. , and after twisting it, it released golden light to treat him.

"I've always been like this before, but it's been a lot harder recently." After being pinched by Lance Sanks, Menggert didn't say anything and just said in a low voice, "The golden people have become much more aggressive recently."

"Yeah, what's going on?" As the culprit for the Golden People becoming more aggressive, Wuming coughed twice and moved out, "Ahem, I won't disturb you. I'm leaving. I'll go find the murderer for you. …”

(End of this chapter)