The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 396 Jigsaw Puzzle
Wuming took two sticks of incense from the perfumer, twirled his hands, lit the incense, and carried it to the Lord's elevator.

In order to catch the dung beetles, the fog here has been completely dispelled. The lights are brightly lit at this time, and the dark and mysterious atmosphere of the past is completely gone.But because few people go to the snow-capped mountains, it is still sparsely populated.

Wuming held up the incense and found the old woman sitting on the table in front of the elevator, holding a walking stick.

Wuming had to admit that Jie Zhi's wisdom was transcendent, and blind people like them could really get a glimpse of part of the destiny.

In fact, Wuming believed her from the beginning, that's why he reacted so strongly, and that's why he became more and more suspicious of the prophecy.

Wuming has exhausted his wisdom and explored all options, but the foreseeable tragic fate is like a tightening spider web and a slippery funnel, making the endings of all choices inevitably slide into the same abyss.

Wuming decided to ask divination if there was a solution.

As soon as he arrived at the old woman Jie Zhi, he saw the old woman Jie Zhi glaring at him, her stern eyes still full of anger, just like the first time she asked for divination a long time ago.

Wuming was stunned by that look for a moment, and then realized that the eyes of the old woman were still the same ones he had drawn. After a long time, they were still as new and lifelike.

Wuming put a stick of incense on the old woman Jie Zhi:

"I'm sorry, old lady, I was wrong. I admit that I was a little rude before."

"It's you!" The old woman Jie Zhi finally recognized Wu Ming, her words were still filled with excitement and anger, "You stupid fanatic! Whoever allows you to do this is committing a serious crime!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Wuming clasped his hands, acting obediently and sincerely, although the old woman could not see the explanation.

Wuming held the old woman's dry hand and said, "Master, what should I do?"

Seeing Wuming's good attitude in admitting his mistake, the old woman Jie Zhi was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say, and seemed to be brewing something.

"Do you know why we Jie Zhi ended up like this?" Jie Zhi, an old woman, also calmed down and said to Wuming.

"Because good advice is offensive?" Wuming guessed.

"Maybe that's one of the reasons." The old woman said, "The real reason is that we are of no use."

"You are joking. The prediction is so accurate and the vision is so vicious. How could it be useless?" Wuming said.

"We can only predict and faithfully repeat everything we feel." The old woman said, "But we can't change anything. In fact, no matter whether we know our destiny or not, the ending is difficult to change. If we only know our future, But it cannot be changed. That is just more trouble. So the meaning of our existence has disappeared. In this world, faith has disappeared, and people will not feel at ease because they know their future destiny."

"You mean, there's no way?" Wuming said, "I'm destined to meet that fate?"

"Not really." The old woman said, "I have predicted the fate of some people, but they did not get ahead of their fate."

"How did you do that?" Wuming asked.

"Admit defeat, fail, die." The old woman said, "The road is determined, and will drives people to the end of their destiny. But if that person loses his will and gives up halfway, then naturally, he will not be able to reach himself. fate."

The old woman touched the floor with her fingers and said:
"Fate abandons cowards, but that fate will still come true, just not by you anymore."

"You mean, you want me to die?" Wuming said.

The old woman pointed at the interpretation and said, "I can't see it. I'm not a god. I'm only responsible for interpretation."

Wuming took away the incense and left the elevator.

The old woman Jie Zhi said was right. She did not solve anything and did not provide any solutions.

die?It sounds simple, but it's not that easy.

Wuming drew out his sword and stabbed his own throat, brain, and chest at will.

But nothing happened, Wuming was still alive and kicking.

You can easily erase the lives of others, but find it difficult to commit suicide to find peace; you have the power to destroy the world, but it is difficult to save it.

"Why do you have to suffer this injustice? Why don't you just destroy the world?" A man stood alone by the cliff of the forbidden area. The fog in the forbidden area seemed to have returned a little, shrouding the man in a haze.

"Who are you?" Wuming was in a bad mood and his tone was quite impatient.

"We have met each other a long time ago, but you don't know me, but I have been paying attention to you for a long time." The man said, "I am Chapolili."

Upon hearing this name, which was so annoying in the border area, Wuming's expression changed as expected, and he said with an evil expression:
"Haida, did you disappear?"

The disappearance of Haida and Melina was also an important reason for the decline in his caravan business.Two witches who don't work and only rely on one temporary worker cannot support the needs of more and more people from all over the world.

Even many caravans began to find some witches and usurp his business.

Seeing the guy in front of him who might be the culprit, Wuming was extremely jealous.

Hearing Wuming's concern, Chapolili was silent for a while, and then smiled:
"No, she's with that poor girl, well protected."

"Then why don't they come to work?" Wuming was stunned.

"Who knows," said Chapolili, "Maybe... it's because of you."

"Because of me?" Wuming immediately thought of the old employees who resigned.

When Wuming came to his senses, he found that Shapolili was gone.

"Jumped?" Wuming raised his head and looked at the bottom of the cliff. There was only a mist.

Wuming was not in the mood to pay attention to that person anymore. Thinking that he was getting closer and closer to the prophecy and farther and farther away from his ideal, Wuming felt very bad.

I originally wanted to find a solution to the old woman's problem, but now I feel even more desperate.

"Acceleration will aggravate conflicts, and procrastination is a slow death. Whether you focus on making money or remain the same as before, your revenue will decrease. If there are not enough runes, people will suffer. Pursuing runes will also bring pain. What should I do next? , How can we collect enough runes..." Wuming muttered, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't figure it out.

The air twisted around Wuming's body, and it seemed that the temperature around him was changing complexly.

Wuming subconsciously held the hilt of the long sword:

"Is it true that my dream cannot be realized? Am I just a blind, stupid... ridiculous ignorant person... In order to collect runes, I have sacrificed so much, but I still can't succeed..."

Wuming paused, turned around and walked towards the snow mountain:

"I haven't been to the snowy mountains yet. Maybe, maybe the right way is hidden there..."

Wuming walked quickly towards the snow-capped mountains, as if the top of the thick snow contained all the answers and light.

Wuming left the forbidden area, and behind him, Chapolili was still standing by the cliff.

Next to Shapolili, there was Michaela.

Michaela looked at Wuming’s retreating figure:
"Why is he so obsessed with earning runes..."

"That was the call from his heart, calling him to gather all his strength and complete the unification of all things." Shapolili said, "He is worthy of being the king of epilepsy in our generation."

Hearing Shapolili speak, Michaela looked over with an unkind expression:

"If I remember correctly, we made an agreement that I want to change the kindling, and you can't touch him."

"I just can't stand him being so entangled in pain," Chappolili said. "I just want to give him a way to get rid of the pain and make everyone no longer suffer."

"Don't touch him," Michaela said.

Charbolli raised his hands in surrender:

"Generally speaking, I have complied with the contract, but I just couldn't bear it today."

"Only today?" Micaela said, "His spirit is becoming more and more unstable." "Because he is destined to become the king of epilepsy and the person who melts everything." Shapolili said, "He is a vessel , faithfully reflects the situation of the world. You should be able to understand this without my doing anything - when the world tends to be destroyed, the choices of small individuals are insignificant, and huge despair will lead all choices to the abyss. Curse causes curse , plunder begets plunder, rage fuels rage, madness contagious madness, blood brings blood.”

Shapolili covered his eyes:

"Coprophags, rebels, epilepsy, bloody fingers... they are all just reactions to the symptoms of this world. It was not him, not me, but your mother who started all of this. She smashed the law in Malika. The ring begins after smashing the cycle leading to order. Eternity is over, and what follows is the era of chaos!"

Shapolili looked at Michaela from his fingertips, only to find that Michaela yawned, stretched out, and exposed part of her lower abdomen.

"How cruel, Lady Michaela." Shapolili said, "If you also understood our pain, you would agree with us."

"Find the fire," Michaela said. "I've given you four months."

"Although you are a god, you are no different from ordinary people." Chapolili said, "Like every individual, you only selfishly pursue your own wishes and only care about your own family. And the more powerful you are, The more people are like this, the less likely they are to give up taking matters into their own hands. The more that happens, the more whirlpool it will cause.”

Shapolili covered his mouth:

"Oh, I forgot. As smart as you are, you shouldn't need me to remind you of this truth. You must understand, after all, what your sister did in Galid...hehehehe..."

Michaela glanced at Shapolili and smiled sweetly: "You are a little in the way, can you stand aside?"

Michaela took out the disk, turned her back to the Lord's elevator in the forbidden area, and made a cute gesture:

"Miko is here. Come to the forbidden area today to take a look. Although I really want to go to the snow mountain to show my family, this is the limit of projection magic. But I heard that the old Pachi store has built a signal in the snow mountain. Station, we can meet in the snowy mountains soon. Please support Pachi’s old store. Every rune you give is a step for miko to take a further step towards the snowy mountains..."

Michaela checked the projection with ease:

"Let's take a look at the changes in the reward list. Ah, the top two on the list are still the same. The top brother on the list 'knows everything' has left a message, let me see... ah, it's still the golden law. Problem."

Michaela worked intently, turning a blind eye to Chapolili next to her, but became more and more enthusiastic about the audience.

However, although Michaela worked very hard to make money, it was still difficult to subsidize the caravan's other losses. She could only absorb as much money as possible to alleviate the poor management of the caravan.

"Let me see what the second brother on the list, 'The Night Cavalry will be at your door tonight,' posted... It's also a question of the Golden Law." Michaela said, "I thought someone finally wanted to ask Miko what he likes to eat. It’s over…”

Michaela looked helpless at the two top rewarders.

The questions asked are all high-level Golden Law questions, which not everyone can understand. Every time this is mentioned, the popularity of the live broadcast room will decrease.

This kind of topic is also very dangerous. It is easy to be disgusted by the golden people who don't understand anything. They think it is talking nonsense about the golden law. They may even be misunderstood and have to struggle to explain.

Considering that the task of making money will become more and more difficult in the future, Michaela feels that she has to make changes. If not, she can only... form a private relationship.

On the Yatan, under a tree, Menggert took advantage of the shadows under the tree to block the sunlight in the sky, staring at the disk with concentration.

Beside Mongot, Lance Sanks stared at Mongot with fierce eyes.

"I said, are you really not going to be the king?" Lance Sanks crossed his chest and looked wary.

"King of Elden? No plans." Menggert stared at the disc and answered her.

"Then why do you look at this guy every day!" Lance Sanks looked at the blond boy in the disk, and was still worried about Michaela's statement that the king's partner is a god.

"Michaela's understanding of the Golden Law is what I need to learn." Menggert said, "I want to be the King of Rodel, and my understanding of the Golden Law needs to be deepened."

Mongot's understanding was impeccable. Lance Sanks stared at him, pursed his lips, and pointed at Mongot's hand:
"Then what's in your hand?"

With two hands, Mengt held a short golden stick in one hand, which was condensed by the power of gold.

"How did I know that Michaela was broadcasting live?" Menggert asked.

"How do I know?" Lance Sanks said with displeasure written all over his face.

"I discovered it when I was checking the public sentiment." Menggert said, "I sent the Night Cavalry to check. Among Michaela's fans, Yatan people account for a very high proportion. He has a very high popularity among the Rodel people. popularity.”

Menggert held the short stick tightly:
"In order to become a king who is close to the people, I have to understand the people's preferences."

"What does that have to do with you holding two sticks?" Lance Sanks asked.

"That is a special cultural phenomenon formed in Mikayla's fan group." Menggert said, "Because I am worried about evolving into a pagan religion, I have been paying attention to it. This should be a special paradigm that allows a sense of identity to be formed within the circle. .”

Menggert covered up Lance Sanks, grabbed the holy short stick made of golden power, and swung it back and forth, performing various fixed movements.

"It's really strange. No wonder I'm worried about developing into a cult." Lance Sanks commented.

"Really? I don't know much about it either. I'm still learning so I can break into the inside." Menggert said, "There are also some strange slogans and words."

"What slogan?" Lance asked.

Menggert recalled the information, pondered for a while, raised his short stick high, and shouted with great momentum:

"Miko is my wife!"

"I'll be your wife, okay!" Lance Sanks pulled down the big tree where he was enjoying the shade and hit Mongot.

At the same time, in the round table hall, Sir Baizhi sat calmly behind the desk. Behind the layers of paper documents, there was a disk. The youthful, androgynous blond boy was saying something in a sweet tone.

Baizhi wore reading glasses, listened, nodded, and took notes on paper.

Outside the study, several people wearing eye-colored costumes looked at each other.

"Boss, how many days have it been? Are you no longer the King of Elden?" his subordinate whispered.

While his men were chatting, a man broke into Sir Bai Zhi's study.

A man with short blond hair wearing a wheel around his neck, wearing simple linen rags, with a cloth over his eyes, and holding a sacred book in his hand, rushed into the study aggressively, pointed at Baozhi's nose and cursed:

"I can't stand it anymore, Sir Bai Zhi, how can a smart person like you trust such a deceitful guy to explain the Golden Law! Are you still the leader of the Round Table!"

"Kelin..." Baizhi raised his head slightly, but not much. It was obvious that his attention was still on the image and sound of Yuanpan.

Colin was angry when he saw Baizhi's performance: "You no longer look like a leader, and most importantly, you no longer look like a learner of the Golden Law! I'm leaving the Round Table, and I'm going to find the real gold. Master of the Law!”

Colin didn't give Baizhi another chance to speak and walked away.

At this moment, the live broadcast had just ended. Sir Bai Zhi took off his glasses and rubbed them.

His subordinates also came over:
"Colin is right, boss, why do you look at this every day? Don't you look down on your idol? Are you no longer the King of Elden?"

"Short-sighted, will I, Sir Baizhi, be a person addicted to idols?" Sir Baizhi said, "I read the "Golden Law Original"."

"Then what are you..." The subordinate was puzzled.

"What is the purpose of becoming the King of Elden?" Bai Zhi said, "It is for the knowledge that only the King of Elden can obtain. To understand the secrets of life hidden in the Elden Ring."

"The important thing is knowledge, not the throne." Bai Zhi said, "If you master knowledge, you will also master power. The throne is just a by-product of power."

His subordinates were still looking at each other in confusion. They didn't know whether to say that Bai Zhi's method of gaining knowledge by looking at idols was quite abstract.

"You don't understand." Bai Zhi said, "Michaela holds some very important information. Through him, some important puzzle pieces have been assembled."

"puzzle?"

Baizhi looked at the papers he had sorted and whispered:
"The true meaning of Queen Malika, the true purpose of the Broken War...the real reason why the border is in such a situation."

(End of this chapter)