The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 340 Saving the Coprophagians

The carriage twisted and deformed under the huge stress, and the steel bars exploded, like a deformed mace, hitting Menggert's head.

The momentum of the horse and cart being smashed down was indeed shocking, but having felt the pressure of his father, Menggert didn't find it scary at all.The holy golden power condensed into a hammer in his hand, twisting his body and bombarding the carriage from top to bottom, smashing the coprophag's carriage into pieces.

The carriage was shattered, but it did not affect the coprophag's figure, and his spine sword was still cutting towards Lance Sanks.

Lance Sanks was not a weak woman either. He pushed up his feet and raised a handful of dirt, throwing it towards the face of the dung-eater. He used his strength to retreat violently and dodge the sword.

The dung-eater swallowed the dirt, fell to the ground, propped up his sword, and blocked Mengt's crutch.

Compared with the Bad Omen, the body of the Coprophagian is not huge, but it is quite strong and strong. Menggert felt the strength of the crutch under his hand, and felt as if he was really facing a son of the Bad Omen. He was wide and fat, and powerful. endless.

"Brother, you have gone astray." The manure-eater's cloudy eyes flashed behind the intertwined swords.

"Don't call me brother!" Menggert angrily pushed the coprophagian away.

The dung-eater drew his sword and retreated, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Lance Sanks: "I will kill her right now, so that you can once again possess the beauty and purity of Omen."

Lance Sanks tilted his head:
"Is this why you took action?"

"You're preventing him from becoming a better son of ill omen," said the Copropeater matter-of-factly.

The crutch in Menggert's hand cracked a bit and he said coldly:

"You can try it and see if you can do it."

Lance Sanks suddenly raised his hands:
"Then I just need to leave him."

In front of a powerful enemy, Menggert turned to look at Lance Sanks, with doubts in his hazy eyes.

"Hey, I only have so many runes in a month, why should I risk my life?" Lance Sanks said, "If you guys fight over me, then I can't leave."

Before he finished speaking, Lance Sanks winked at Menggert, spread his four wings behind him, fanned the wind, and flew back.

Menggert watched Lance Sanks leave, his ugly face full of tumors speechless.

He waited until he saw Lance Sanks leave before turning to look at the Coprophagous Man.

Ever since Lance Sanks opened his mouth, the Copro-Eater has never made another move.

The coprophag felt Menggert's gaze and nodded happily, as if he was admiring a beautiful sculpture covered in dust and seeing the light of day again.

He said, "You're welcome."

The feces-eater's face was suddenly illuminated by a blazing golden light. Mengget in front of him raised his hands, and a holy golden dragon condensed from his hands. It was an unprecedentedly huge weapon, just like when his father raised Gulan Sanx. Generally stalwart, with a strong murderous intent.

But the golden light eventually dissipated. Menggert sighed, dispersed the huge dragon-shaped weapon in his hand, and waved to the coprophagous man:

"Get back to the prison car quickly."

The dung-eater actually crawled back in, rubbing his back against the haystack, trying to get a suitable shape so that he could lie down more comfortably.

"Now, tell the truth." Menggert said.

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Wuming took Se Rui to revisit several crime scenes. Se Rui jumped off Wuming's shoulders, walked around the circle of chairs, and examined each corpse with his hands behind his back.

"You are so short, can you see me?" Wuming said, "Do you need me to lift you up?"

"No need." Serui refused ruthlessly, "There are pictures of the scenery at your height, that's enough."

"Do you want to feel the short man's perspective?" Wuming said, "Have you discovered anything?"

Se Rui said: "The dead people in your pictures all have a common characteristic, can you see it?"

Wuming thought for a while: "Are they all golden people?"

"Nonsense, of course they are all golden people."

Wuming thought about it carefully: "Both noses look at each other?"

Serui said: "Their clothes are all exquisite and gorgeous."

"Is there any?" Wuming was confused.

In Wuming's memory, the Golden People were all dressed similarly. They were all gold, so there was no difference.

"Of course there are differences. The golden embroidery, the style of clothing, the type of gemstones embellished, and even the dressing habits can all reflect their identities." Serui said, "The gold on the clothes of ordinary people of the golden tree is very light. , just like Lacard's hair, it is easy to be covered with golden color by dust. And the clothes of these people are very gold, and are decorated with many fine gold threads - these people are powerful people, the powerful people of the Golden Dynasty, Not ordinary."

"People who specialize in killing powerful people?" Wuming said, "Wouldn't I be very dangerous?"

"Perhaps this is indeed the case. You should also meet the conditions for being targeted." Serui said. "Although the murderer did not attack based on the identity of the other party, the reason he chose to attack is obviously closely related to the identity."

"Not based on his status as a powerful person?" Wuming said, "What's the reason?"

"Think about what you have." Serui pointed to his head, "Run, you have money."

"So it's robbery?" Wuming said, "That means there's a thief."

Wuming turned around and left:

"We have to inform the soldiers to increase the intensity of suppressing bandits."

"Wait a minute." Se Rui quickly ran to Wuming's feet and held his ankles to prevent him from leaving.

"Is there anything else?" Wuming asked.

"Don't you want to hear my derivation process?" Serui said.

"I'm a caravan owner and I'm very busy sister." Wuming said.

Serui jumped to his feet: "I haven't finished speaking yet!"

"Okay then, keep talking." Wuming said.

Se Rui pulled Wuming over to the body:

"Look at their hands."

Wuming leaned down and looked at the hands tied behind the back of the chair.

The palms of his hands were bruised and bruised by the rope, and they were already swollen.The scene they came to was relatively early, and the hands were already somewhat damaged, with pus exposed.

"Pay attention to their nails." Serui reminded Wuming.

Their fingernails are generally dirty and soiled.Seven or eight out of ten people have nails covered with dirt like this.

"What does this mean?" Wuming asked Serui.

"They were digging for treasure chests when they were alive." Se Rui said, "That's why they did this in order to dig out the treasure chest where they hid the runes."

"So it's just for the rune robbery." Wuming said, "What's the difference?"

"I suggest you go back to Se Lian." Se Rui said, "Take the dirt from their fingernails and go to Se Lian to analyze the composition of the soil."

"What can be analyzed?" Wuming started, broke off the corpse's fingers and put it in his pocket.

"Compare it to see if it has the same origin as the soil on the hands of previous fans." Serrui said.

Wuming was surprised: "You mean... those people you suspect?" Se Rui said: "Remember what I told you, you can guess a person's identity and wealth through his clothes and details. Those fans Do you think he is a powerful person?"

Wuming thought about it. He couldn't remember the clothes of those people. He only remembered that they were squatting outside, eating and sleeping in the open air, looking dusty.

"That would show that they are not rich," Serui said.

"It really doesn't look like he has a lot of runes in his hand." Wuming said.

"They haven't worked yet," Se Rui said. "Then where did they get so many runes? Why do they get the best tickets for Coprophagia every day? Is it because of love?"

"The earliest queue every day..." Wuming said, thinking of what Patch said about ticket price discrimination.The seats in the ballroom should be fixed, and good seats will definitely be more expensive.

Wuming speeded up the collection and returned quickly.

"So these people are here for the tickets?" Wuming said his guess with a bitter tone.

Fans robbed and killed Golden Tree dignitaries just to watch the show. This is still terrible to say, and the impact is obviously not good.

But after all, fans’ behavior is not dictated by the idols themselves.Wuming believed that with some work, the coprophagic man himself could still come out.He would not be directly executed by Wang Cheng.

"I just don't know how many runes it will cost..." Wuming was distressed at the thought of heavy bleeding.

Wuming quickly returned to Se Lian, and Se Lian also had a rest. After listening to Wuming's request, he immediately started to analyze.

"Tell me immediately after you get the results." Wuming held Se Lian's hand and solemnly told him, then turned back to find Patch.

The physical evidence analysis is left to Se Lian. The witness has to find Patch for the unknown witness, and he also has to control those fans.

"Didn't I tell you that I left right after the show and I don't know about the Coprophagia." When Patchi heard that Wuming was here because of the Coprophagia, he spread his hands to express that he could not help.

"I'm not asking you about what happened after the show." Wuming said, "Do those fans from before look familiar to you? Do you often buy first-class seats?"

“I’m not responsible for selling tickets, but I do often see them in the front row,” Patch said.

Patch rolled his eyes: "Who do you think they are? Just chasing stars?"

"Didn't you tell me that they will do anything for their idols." Wuming said, "Let's control it first."

"These are all loyal fans, big financiers, and guys at the top of the rankings." Patch said, "If it's an own goal and we lose customers, just don't cry then."

"Hey, we are not imprisoning them." Wuming said, "We are sending them to meet their idols. This is a good deed, and they have to thank us."

Patch shook his head listening to Wuming's absurd reasoning, and went outside with him, preparing to tie those people up with spider silk.

When I went out to take a look, I found that there was no one outside the wall.

"Run away?" Wuming said, "Did you get wind of it?"

"Are they so well-informed?" Patch was surprised.

"To be able to kidnap and kill so many powerful people, their abilities may not be small to begin with." Wuming said, "After all, although they are just a group of frustrated people, they have fought and fought in the arena before."

Patch thought for a moment, and the spider turned around a few times. When he stopped, he looked at Wuming:
"Go find Mongot."

Wuming nodded: "We need to bring the coprophagus back quickly. Now that the suspicion has been cleared——"

"If they are so well-informed," Patch said, "they should also know about the coprophagia being taken away, right? If they can do anything for their idol..."

"Attack demigods?" Wuming said, "They attacked a few powerful people, and they think they can defeat demigods?"

Patch was not as relaxed as Wuming. His face was a little solemn: "You said... the coprophagous man eats 200 million runes a day... can Mengt beat him? The coprophagous man is a powerful warrior to begin with. .”

"That's not the case. I have fought against Coprophagia before. He shouldn't be that powerful. I used to..." Wuming spoke softer and softer, as if he remembered something, "I'll go take a look."

Wuming left in a hurry. As soon as he left, he realized that he didn't know where Menggert was.

Se Rui pointed in one direction:
"There are ruts here. They are very new. No other cars came in the morning. Judging from the depth, it is consistent."

Wuming immediately followed Serui's instructions and ran all the way.

In the wilderness, Menggert had several more injuries on his body and stared angrily into the distance.

Just when he was about to interrogate the coprophag, he suddenly heard a roaring sound in the sky.

Menggert looked up and saw several boulders coming towards him, approaching quickly, with shadows covering his face.

Someone is attacking themselves with a trebuchet.Menggert noticed it immediately and dodged slightly to avoid the attack.

Trebuchets are not something that ordinary people have, they are basically only equipped by the army.

Menggert was about to rush towards the trebuchet to see who dared to occupy the military camp in broad daylight.

When rushing in that direction, Menggert was still a little hesitant.A conjecture flashed through his mind - it might be a normal garrison soldier who discovered himself, the son of a bad omen, and attacked.

Menggert shook off this idea and wanted to see the truth as soon as possible, but found that just after taking a few steps, a group of people rushed to the prison car from behind, pushing the prison car and about to leave.

Menggert immediately understood that he had been transferred away from the mountain, so he immediately returned to defense.

Just as he was going back, he was wounded by a heavy crossbow in the back. Fortunately, the coprophag was not stolen. Those people dispersed when they saw Mengt return to defense.

Mengt killed one or two men, but the others escaped.

Menggert was in trouble. Long-range attacks were coming from all directions, including trebuchets, ballistas, bows and arrows, and even magic, but he could only dodge.

Once he rushes out, some people will be brave enough to push the prison car, while others will go crazy and use bows and arrows to stop him.

But if you don't rush out, and if the opponent has enough ammunition, you might be consumed alive.

He was held here, in a dilemma.

Menggert caught a glimpse of a four-winged figure in the mid-air in the distance.He was determined and rushed out with confidence.

Menggert shuttled through the hail of bullets, but his huge figure nimbly dodged every arrow. The flowing cloak on his body cast a shadow on his swift figure, making it harder to aim.

Menggert quickly rushed to the trebuchet and found that the enemy was just a group of dirty golden people.

He held the golden spear and swept across, and soon all the enemies nearby were wiped out.

Menggert turned around, preparing to clear out the enemies in the other direction, but before he could take two steps, his body froze.

The coprophagic prison van has disappeared.

"How is it possible?" Mengt felt that he had killed the enemy quickly enough. Although it was a little more cumbersome to make more people faint and not so fast, but with Lance Sanks blocking him, he only needed to stop him a little bit. , it is impossible for a coprophag to be pushed to the ground and disappear so quickly.

Mengt looked at the sky again and found that Lance Sanks was still floating in the sky with his four wings spread high.

Mengt wanted to scold this cologne for his troubles, but when he thought about it more carefully, he realized that he had wrongly blamed Lance Sanks.

The four-winged human figure did not flap its wings during the time that Mengt was watching, but it stayed firmly in the air.

Mongot was taken to fly several times, and he knew that Lance Sanks' wings would flap when he flew.

The tall, four-winged human figure has a tail between its legs. The tail narrows at the feet and turns into a thread. It only shows some light at a specific angle. It is being held in a person's hand.

Menggote was so angry that one of his eyes turned black, knowing that he had suffered from poor eyesight.

(End of this chapter)