The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 432 Hunting the Little Boy

Although everyone is assigned a dreamland, this is Michaela's dreamland after all. So there will be some specific changes based on his preferences.

It is a characteristic that every world is prosperous, and the dreams of those who are unforgettable will be closer to Mikaela's consciousness. Or the center of his dream.

Wuming randomly searched and found the dream of the person he needed.

Monger's dream.

Wuming guessed correctly, Mengge was indeed not dead. Michaela didn't lie.

As for the reason why Meng Ge was not killed, Wuming could probably guess it.

Michaela can make everyone fall in love with him, and Monger seems genuinely obsessed with him. No matter what he did, he did it out of love. And Michaela can glimpse other people's experiences and thoughts through dreams. He must also be able to understand that Meng really just simply wants to love him.

This ability of cross-psychic communication makes it very easy for him to empathize with others and difficult to completely hate someone. Even if he was harmed, it was still due to the influence of some of his own abilities, so he couldn't completely blame others.

Chapoglili said that life is full of barriers and inability to understand each other, but Michaela is an obvious exception.

Nameless walked in the filth, looking at his wrist, recalling the senses and perceptions that Michaela had given him that life should have.

"The child is willing to do this probably because he saw my past..." Wuming thought.

He estimated that Michaela might have read many of his memories about the incident of epilepsy. I have personally experienced thousands of years of pain and loneliness, so I would rather be exposed than inflict more challenges and pain on myself.

Perhaps it was also because he was in Michaela's dream that his feelings penetrated into his own soul, allowing him to understand him more deeply. Wuming didn't have any objections to Michaela either.

But what needs to be done must still be done.

Wuming approached Mengge.

Mikaela's spirit is the key to maintaining the dream, and his spirit is not stable. As long as you find a sword sharp enough, you can pierce this swollen dreamland.

There’s no one like Monger.

Judging from Michaela's reaction just now, we can also see how much psychological shadow Monger has brought to him.

"Although it's a bit cruel, you really need to take some strong medicine." Wuming muttered to himself, walking among the fragments of Meng's dream.

Dreams are a collection of memories, and all the past time is sealed in this coffin.

Walking anonymously in the stinky sewer, he passed through Monger's life.

In the sewer, two young children of evil omen cuddled together.

That's Monger and Mongert.

Most of the children of ill omen will have their horns cut off and thrown into the sewers to die on their own.

However, these two ominous young sons maintained their hard horns - which represented their royal status. Therefore, they are extremely healthy and can roam under this sewer.

However, supplies in the sewers are still in short supply. The two young sons of the royal family are looking for food and shelter in the filth of the sewers.

Most of the time, they need to eat excrement and various kinds of garbage that are thrown away. If you can't eat excrement, you can eat other children of evil omen who can't survive the sewer environment and die.

They struggled to survive in the filthy sewers, beaten and bleeding.

Even in the filthy sewers, the Children of Omen are the most hated. When fighting with non-Evil Omens, those people would attack the Omens like crazy, beating them until their heads were bloody, and then beating them again because of the filthiness of the blood. Stop voluntarily until your muscles are sore.

That scene is Monger’s childhood memory.

Although cruel and bloody, Mengt will protect Mengge and give better food to his younger brother. Mengt thrives under his brother's care.

But the difference between the two is shown here.

Menggert was unwilling to leave the outermost layer of the sewer, because there was a manhole cover there, through which he could see the golden tree in the sky.

Mengge has no feelings for the golden tree.

The golden tree abandoned him, and he no longer wanted to believe in the golden tree. Their mother abandoned them, so she was not worthy of being their mother.

Like his brother, he didn't like his cursed blood, but the reason was not because of the Golden Law, but because the cursed blood made them suffer. He was tired of everything that made them unlovable. At one point, Monger destroyed his own body and attempted to bleed it. But his strong body gave him strong vitality. The blood follows him like a shadow and will be a stain that will accompany him throughout his life.

Monger prefers to respond to those who love him.

Will form gangs and seek more benefits.

Monger's character may be the most suitable for the barbaric and cruel environment of the sewer.

The ground didn't accept him, so he headed deeper into the sewers. Because he always disappeared deep into the sewers, Monger didn't have many opportunities to see Godwin. When he did, he would be treated kindly by Godwin, and he could feel the warmth of this big brother.

Monger also knew that Godwin was destined to belong to the glorious earth, and their evil omens could only be buried deep underground.

He went all the way down to find the giant shrimp at the bottom, and shared the most delicious food in the sewer with Menggert, nourishing him into a stronger body.

He dug through the wall, went deep into the cemetery, came into contact with various ancient funerary objects and relics buried in coffins, and gained a partial understanding of the ancient dynasties buried in the lost history.

There he met his real mother.

Deep beneath the earth, he met the Mother of Truth, who longed for wounds. That being accepted him, acknowledged him, and took pleasure in his cursed blood and wounds.

That was the first time that Meng felt maternal love - the kind of love that a mother tolerates everything about her child.

At that moment, Meng realized for the first time that true love does not ask for anything in return. It turns out that true love will fall in love with everything about you and accept your ugliness and unbearableness.

Maybe this is just an illusion, just because the Invisible Mother just likes to curse blood and wounds. But if someone likes their own innate essence, then Monger is also willing to love the other person's essence - the essence that thirsts for wounds and blood.

At that moment, Monger's cursed blood turned into flames - and from then on, he deeply loved the tainted qualities he was born with.

Until the Broken War broke out.

The Golden Dynasty is in danger, and the Sons of Omen, who were originally abandoned in the sewers by them, are released to serve as fighting forces.

The Golden People gave the Omens weapons and engraved curses on the weapons, ready to kill them at any time, remove their arms after the war, and let them roll back into the sewers.

Naturally, the two sons of Malika's direct line had special "privileges" - they were both given powerful prison equipment.

But now that the magic ring is broken and the golden tree is declining, those ancient spells can no longer completely trap them.

Unlike his brother, although he gained freedom, Meng didn't have much yearning for the outside world. He had already found his freedom underground.

The eldest brother who once shone brightly on the earth was buried underground. Monger went to see him and became uglier than their omens.

There, Monger met Michaela.

Slender yet fearless, a person who is more dazzling and warmer than anyone else.

This was the second person he met who made him feel maternal love, which was warmer than his mother.

Unlike the Mother of Truth, who loves only her wounds, Michaela is loved by all things and loves all things.

Michaela didn't like the cursed blood, and simply out of pity and sympathy, she decided to take the Son of Omen out of the ground and place it in the Holy Tree. To this end, Michaela needs to investigate and study the omen, determine the dangers of the children of the omen and the appropriate resettlement plan.

As the most powerful son of the bad omen, Monger became Michaela's guest and was invited to enter the sacred tree. As the representative of the bad omen, he provided advice on the resettlement plan.

At the Holy Tree, Meng heard about Michaela's deeds and witnessed his kindness, tenacity and beauty. See him himself opening the wound and pouring the sacred tree.

I also heard that he would have become his sister-in-law, marrying the once brilliant eldest brother.

At that time, Monger suddenly felt that if he were Godwin, the biological mother he had never met might treat him the same way Michaela did.

At the rear, Menggert was still hiding his identity, working hard for the King's coalition forces as the King of Blessings.

At that time, a sense of mission suddenly arose in Monger's heart. A future appears clearly before our eyes, as if we are seeing some kind of virtual image that must be realized.

An action that comes naturally and can make all the people you love happy is spread out in front of you and drives you to realize it.

Meng woke up from his memories, looked at the giant cocoon in front of him, and kissed the pale and withered hands stretched out from the giant cocoon.

"It seems that in the dream, Michaela is not willing to let your sweet dream come true."

The sound came from the entrance of the Blood Boudoir.

Hearing that familiar voice, Meng felt like the fire was rising all of a sudden, and the cursed blood all over his body was boiling and ready to burn.

But Mengge still stopped. He turned around and looked, his single eye shining with a faint light:

"It's you."

Wuming stood still in front of Meng: "It's me."

Wuming observed briefly and said:

"It seems you also know that this is a dream."

Monger acted very calmly, with a sense of satisfaction after completing his mission. It doesn't look like he was blinded in a dream.

"I gave Michaela the last strength," Monger said. "I could only imagine what he would do."

"I dedicated big runes and cursed blood, but I know the truth but am willing to stay in a deathly dream." Wuming said, "It's quite great."

"What are you going to do?" Meng frowned, "You don't look like the person in the dream. My dear Michaela will not make you again to torture me."

"I'm here to ask for your help." Wuming got straight to the point, "Help me crush Michaela's dream."

"Why should I help you?" Monger said, "Michaela's power to maintain the dream is all given to him by me. Why do you command me?"

"You are really loyal to Michaela."

"That's natural," Monger said. "Michaela is the man who can be my mother!"

Wuming strolled to Mengge's side and looked at the giant cocoon: "A mother who left you here? What's the difference between him and your biological mother?"

"Michaela knows that I can see through dreams, and he respects me by treating me with truth." Monger said, "And he is now building a beautiful dream for all living beings. He is maintaining everyone's happiness. All he needs to do is sacrifice I’m alone.”

Seeing how unmoved Mengge was, Wuming was deeply impressed.

"Michaela's followers are indeed very fanatical." Wuming said, "But I am doing it for his own good. The dream plan is not perfect. Just like Michaela herself, she is slender and beautiful, but not strong enough to grow. "

"Do you know better than Michaela?" Monger said, "You are the sun."

"Thanks for the compliment, how did you know?"

"'Night is the day for dreaming, and light is the darkness for dreaming. But the sun father-in-law, who knows nothing, buries the darkness, burns the shadows, and will burn himself out sooner or later.'" Monger chanted, "You think you are very bright , but it is burying Michaela’s dream.”

"Really, I don't think so." Wuming took a few steps forward and stroked the giant cocoon, "The bigger the sun, the bigger the shadow."

Mengge turned his back to Wuming and said nothing.

Seeing that Mengge was so supportive of Mikaela, Wuming had no choice but to come up with some tricks:

"We are doing this for his own good, and...do you really not want to see Michaela again? The real Michaela."

The ominous horn on Mengge's head moved slightly.

Wuming smiled slightly:

"If we break the dream, I can give you something better than this giant cocoon."

Wuming clasped his fingers:

"Mikayla has been live broadcasting under me for a long time. I have video records of various dances and lectures for tens of thousands of hours. That is the most authentic side of herself shown by the real Mikayla. Compared with you The silent cocoon is good.

"And Michaela is my employee. Although the private alliance is prohibited by the caravan, for your sake, I can't let it go a little. Let you really face Michaela. But now that things have happened, you should wake up. It's impossible for you to become friends with him. But with my mediation, you still have a chance to become his friend, or at least communicate normally."

The horn on Mengge's head trembled.

Wuming bent down, grabbed the huge pelvis that supported the giant cocoon with both hands, and lifted the giant cocoon high.

"I lost it." Wuming said.

The giant cocoon rolled down the steps, spinning in circles, knocking over tombstones along the way, and falling from the edge of the cliff.

"Ah! My Michaela!" Meng was so anxious that black feather wings sprouted from his back and he was about to fly over.

But the giant cocoon has disappeared into the abyss of the cliff, and no matter how hard I look for it, I can't find it. The blood connection seemed to disappear.

When he came back, Meng's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"First of all, this is a dream. You can't really attack me." Wuming said calmly, "And this is not the real Mikaela."

"I know this isn't true!"

"It's your sustenance." Wuming said, "Poor you, now, in this endless dream, you don't even have a sustenance. Imagine if things go on like this, when you want to express your condolences to Michaela again, will you be able to Suddenly woke up and couldn't remember his face? "

"You...you fucking..."

The unknown fingers intertwined:

"What do you think? Do you want to accept my proposal? If you really want to take it out on me, you have to go out."

Meng suddenly lost his temper. In fact, he also understood the illusion of dreams and felt a deep emptiness. He actually allowed Wuming to get closer to the giant cocoon than he did, which actually exposed his thoughts.

Monger said, "What am I going to do?"

"Relax, and leave the rest to me. I'll take you to see Mikaela." Wuming walked up to Meng, his figure expanded, and a huge black pus burst out from one arm, forming a huge arm, and grabbed Meng. Ge's head was slapped down.

Meng was pushed into the blood pool, and when he was pulled out, he had turned into a large hatchet full of ominous horns as serrated teeth. At the handle of the hatchet was Mengge's ferocious head, still blinking.

"Aha, kid hunting knife."

Wuming waved the hatchet playfully and chopped the dream into pieces.

(End of this chapter)