The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 442 Is This Still the Border?

The puddles in the lake area are a mass grave.

The tombstones here were randomly placed, crooked and twisted. They were from unknown eras, and the inscriptions had long been blurred after so many years. After experiencing wind and rain, insects and dogs, the coffins inside had long decayed, revealing their stubborn character that refused to turn into ashes.

These people may have once established their own achievements and had loved ones, but now history has faded, there is no one to guide them, and only silence remains.

In the mist of the lake, a figure emerged from the vagueness and gradually solidified in the middle of the mass grave.

It was a small boat, with an old hull and decorations and patterns that Golden Tree had never seen before. It was shining with a mysterious light, as if it was a spirit that did not exist in this world.

The person riding the boat was an old man who looked like a dried-up skeleton. He wore a cap, with white hair and beard, and held a huge horn in both hands. He used the horn as a paddle, sticking it on the ground, and poking it gently, and the boat swayed on the water.

The skeletal old man stopped in the middle of the mass grave, lifted up a huge horn and blew it.

The wet ground turned over, the corpses danced to the song, and woke up again, as if they had regained their former life and vitality.

In the distance of the mass grave, covered by fog, several people were watching the movements at the mass grave in a hidden place.

It was none other than Nameless Roger, Fia and the other two.

Wuming held the telescope and stared at the ship:
"That's the boat?"

"That's the boat." Fia responded softly.

"Thank you for showing me the real thing." Wuming said, "But I still don't understand, what exactly is a ship?"

Wuming asked Feiya about knowledge that he had no idea about. In the field of dead-borns, Feiya was obviously more knowledgeable.

Feiya said: "The Calling Ship is an ancient gravekeeper. They are there to guide the dead. Since ancient times, the dead have been lost lambs who need someone to step forward and guide them."

Feiya's voice was ups and downs, her eyes were slightly closed, as if she was chanting some hadith passed down from ancient times, with a hint of holiness on her face.

Wuming stared at Feiya's holy and beautiful face. It took him a thousand years to see her, and time seemed to have stopped.

After staring at Feiya for a long time, Wuming did not wait for further explanation. He turned to Roger smoothly and looked over for help:
"I don't understand, please translate it for me."

Roger said: "The ship can awaken the dead, and wherever they pass, the dead are born."

"I understand now." Wuming said, "No wonder we need to find a boat. It's like the boat is a loud speaker that can help us quickly wake up the dead in large numbers?"

Wuming has already begun to imagine how to quickly create dead creatures. He would use flying dragons or dragon-wing balloons or something like that, take the ships across the oceans, travel across the mountains and rivers, play their summoning songs at a cemetery, and lead the dead to dance together.

"Are these ships rational?" Wuming asked, "From the looks of them, they don't look rational. Should we tie them up and wait for them to blow the horn before bringing them to the dead?"

"Who told you to kidnap the ship?" When Feiya heard Wuming's words, she opened her eyes and looked at him with a strange look.

"Aren't we going to mass-produce Deadborns for the ship?"

"Of course not." Feiya said, "I can create a Deathborn, but you don't need a Deathborn."

"What I need is a Deathborn." Wuming was very sure of his needs. He was confident that he was a qualified party A and could clearly state his needs.

Feiya spoke each word with emphasis: "What you need is guidance. The dead are confused and need someone to step forward and guide them."

Wuming looked at Roger with familiarity this time.

Roger understood and said:

"This is where D and I have our biggest disagreement. D believes that the existence of the Deadborn is a defilement and a blasphemy against the Golden Law, so all the Deadborn need to be exterminated. But I believe that the Deadborn can coexist with the living, and the Golden Law should be a law that can accommodate the Deadborn."

"I still don't understand. Can you make it simpler?" Wuming asked, "Please use words that a ten-year-old child can understand."

"Deadborns are dangerous to the living because they tend to attack the living," Roger said.

Wuming nodded: "It's similar to what I thought. But I think they should be able to be used to grind mills and operate water wheels."

Roger said: "But that's not the fault of the Dead Born, it's a problem of guidance. When the ship appears, the Dead Born will become more dangerous because they are guided by the ship. In other words, as long as we can also guide the Dead Born correctly, they can coexist peacefully with the living."

"Is it feasible?" Wuming asked, "Or is it just a guess?"

Roger said: "According to my investigation, such technology does exist in the border area, in a cemetery somewhere in the lake area. Moreover, the ship also proved to us that guidance exists."

Wuming asked, "In a cemetery, then why am I looking for a boat?"

Roger said: "Ships are the oldest grave keepers, and they are the most skilled and powerful in providing guidance to the dead. Perhaps we can learn the most sophisticated skills from him."

Fia continued, "If you can't learn it, this will be your biggest problem. Just like those Golden Rule fundamentalists worry about, the ship inherits the ancient order of death, which will destroy your order - that is, I'm afraid you have to kill them."

"Okay, I'll go and have some conversation. If I can't become your apprentice, then I'll have to use some tough measures." Wuming walked calmly, approaching the mass grave and the calling ship.

Roger watched Wuming disappear into the mist and asked Feiya, "Do you think he can communicate with the ship?"

Feiya shook her head: "I don't know, but at least he won't be killed by the ship."

Standing at the far end of the calling ship, Wuming did not approach rashly to avoid angering the other party and causing panic.

He stood far away and used what he thought was the friendliest way of greeting - he put his feet up, raised his hands high, and posed in a posture of praising the sun.

The calling ship stared at him blankly, motionless.

Wuming saw that it didn't work, so he had to use the second friendly gesture -

Start shaking your shield at a high frequency.

This time it seemed to work, and the other party also raised his weapon.

According to Wuming's experience in making friends, as long as the other party makes the same gesture, the relationship becomes friendly.

According to Burke, this way of making friends is exactly the same as that of Asians. It is very easy to use, simple, and elegant.

On the calling boat opposite, the old zombie raised his horn and blew it loudly.

Wuming was trying to figure out what the other person was thinking when he suddenly felt something pulling at his feet. He looked down and saw a half-buried skeleton grabbing at his leg armor. It opened its mouth and started biting at it. The sharp nails scratched on Wuming's leg armor, making a sharp and piercing sound, as if it was going to carve the word "miserable" on his leg.

Wuming was a little disappointed. He glanced at the calling ship in the distance and sighed, "It seems there is no hope."

Wuming raised his shield, pointed the tip downward at the dry bones that were hugging him at his feet, and prepared to smash them down.

"No!" Fia's voice broke through the air.

Wuming was startled by the sound, and when he looked again, Feiya was already running over, not minding at all that her bare feet were splashing in the mud.

"Ah? What's wrong?" Wuming was a little confused. "Didn't you say that we should communicate first, and if we can't communicate, we can only do it."

"I'm asking you to destroy the ship." Feiya gave a speech with an expression of excitement that Wuming had never seen before. "The Deadborn is innocent! The life of the Deadborn is also a life! Look at him, half buried in the ground. What kind of threat can he pose? He can hardly breathe! You know that being buried alive will compress the chest cavity and make it impossible to breathe, right?"

Wuming became more and more confused as he listened, and looked at Roger who was following him.

Roger coughed and said, "This is precious labor, you have to cherish it." "Now I understand." Wuming suddenly realized.

Then he used a shield to smash the dry bones under his feet into pieces.

"Ah! What are you doing!" Feiya was shocked, and she no longer had the calm and elegant demeanor of the saint before.

"It's okay. This thing is tough." Wuming pulled himself out of the dry bones. "It will be resurrected."

Wuming kicked forward, crushing the other half of the bone, and rushed towards the small boat in the center of the mass grave.

Maybe it was because the skeleton's eye sockets no longer had any eyes, but the calling boat seemed to react very slowly. It wasn't until Wuming rushed to its front that it showed some reaction - he blew again.

The sound of the horn almost rang in Wuming's ears, making his head hurt.

Wuming picked up a ball of mud and water from the ground and stuffed it directly into the old man's horn, blocking the sound.

The horn was stifled like this, and a long-lasting fart sound was heard, and then the mud and water in the horn burst out and splashed all over Wuming's face.

It seemed that the strange sound made the calling ship a little confused, and it stopped blowing the horn, staring straight at Wuming.

Wuming wiped the mud off his face and saw the empty look in Huanshengchuan's eyes.

Wuming wanted to draw his sword and give the old man a big blow, but when he saw the empty look in his eyes, he slowed down his movements.

He slowed down his pace and simply sat down opposite the skinny old man, plopped down on the boat, causing the small broken boat to squeak.

Wuming did this, but the old man still didn't move.

After a while, the old man picked up the horn, which was big enough to be used as an oar, and started to blow it.

This time it blew directly onto Wuming's face, blowing the remaining mud spots onto Wuming's face as well.

"Hey, you're pushing your luck, aren't you?" Wuming pointed at the skinny old man, "You're pushing your luck, aren't you? You think I won't?"

Wuming pulled out a can of feces from his pocket and pretended to smash it on the old man's face to scare him.

Unfortunately, the old man has no eyes and cannot see the nameless threat.

Not only was he not afraid, he also extended his hand towards Wuming.

Those hands were skinny and sharp, very scary.

Wuming was doubtful and smeared a pool of liquid from the pot onto the old man's hands.

From the moment Wuming touched the old man's hand, he felt a palpitation in his heart, as if his soul was touched and he understood what the old man meant.

"Ferry, how much does it cost?"

Wuming thought for a moment, then ignited a fire in his hand, burning away all the mud and water on his hand. Then he squeezed the fire, and two small crystal pieces appeared in his palm. The two crystal pieces were jumping and shapeless, as if they were the appearance of a soul.

The old man took the two souls from Wuming's palms, boarded a boat, and took Wuming with him. The boat disappeared without a trace.

"Eh? Where are the people?" Roger was protecting Fia from the Dead Born, and protecting the Dead Born from Fia, and was a little surprised to find that Wuming and the ship had disappeared.

Roger felt that the situation was beyond his expectations and was cautious. He thought it was not advisable to stay here for long. He immediately shot out several circles of shining swords to smash the dry bones. Roger picked up Fia and took her away from the cemetery.

After running a long way in one breath, Roger put Fia down, took a breath, and asked:
"Ms. Feiya, do you have any idea?"

Fia had her back to Roger and did not respond immediately.

Roger walked around and found that Fia was holding a skull in her arms. Her hands were rubbing the smooth skull, and her movements and expression were between the tenderness of a loving mother and the caress of a lover.

Roger guessed that when he was smashing those skeletons, Fia quickly grabbed one.

"I didn't expect it when it arrived." Roger felt a little guilty towards the owner of the skull, whose life era was unknown and to which skeleton he didn't know.

"Ms. Feiya." Roger said a little louder, "Wuming and the ship have disappeared. Do you have any clues?"

Feiya held the skull in her arms and thought for a moment:

"I'm not sure, but maybe it's because... the ship took Wuming as a dead person."

"What does this mean?" Roger didn't understand.

Feiya said: "Back then in the Round Table Hall, I said that Wuming's nature is very special. I can't understand his nature at all. He is more like a dead person than a living person."

"You said so, and I did some research on it," said Roger.

Feiya said: "Since I may regard him as dead, then the ship may also regard him as dead."

"You mean..." Roger thought of a possibility, his expression getting weirder, "The ship tried to guide Wuming?"

Feiya said: "This is the only possibility I can think of."

Roger held his forehead with his hand: "But where will the dead go? How is this guidance method?"

He didn't expect Feiya to understand that the purpose of coming here to contact the ship was to let Wuming master the guidance of the dead. They naturally didn't know much about guidance, let alone where the guided dead would go.

"Oh, what should I do..." Roger was at a loss.

Things were beyond his expectations. He had never imagined that things would unfold and develop in this way. He was a little confused for a moment.

Wuming, who was sitting on the boat, also felt dizzy and gradually understood the idea of ​​the Calling Boat.

"So you think I'm dead?" Wuming tried to talk to the calling ship, trying to understand more about the current situation.

But the Calling Boat ignored him, took his two souls, and then paid no more attention to him, just waving the horn and oars from time to time.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but the dizzy feeling disappeared. Wuming shook his head and found that the sky around him was already bright and the boat was no longer shaking. It seemed that he had reached his destination.

Wuming stood up and walked out of the boat, squinting his eyes and looking around.

I just felt like I was standing on a vast plain, which was very unfamiliar.

The plain was densely dotted with illusory tombstones and crosses, which seemed to be a huge cemetery.

Wuming looked at this place in confusion, and subconsciously looked at the golden tree, trying to determine the direction.

"Hmm?" Wuming looked in the direction of the huge light source, but what came into view was not the golden tree, but a crooked big tree, as if one tree was entangled with another tree, and both trees became crooked and ugly.

Obviously, it is not a golden tree.

"No, what are you doing here, old man?" Wuming was dumbfounded. "Is this still the border area? Huh?"

(End of this chapter)