The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 443 Painful Namelessness

Suddenly running to an unfamiliar place, Wuming wanted to ask the boatman, but when he turned around, he saw that the boat that made the call had already sounded the horn, and the body gradually disappeared, with more than half of the boat having disappeared.

Before Wuming could react or do anything, the boat disappeared.

"Hey, don't go!" Wuming was dumbfounded. "This is in the middle of nowhere, I'm unfamiliar with the place... The driver can't do this."

Strange plains, strange cemeteries, Wuming was very familiar with this strangeness. Wuming was well adapted to this kind of confusion, and it was not the first time he faced this kind of situation.

What Wuming cares about is that his business at the border area has not been completed yet.

Wuming also wanted to use the dead to completely solve the labor problem and establish a business empire that never sets.

However, I got on the wrong bus and the beautiful store was just a dream.

"Who will fill in the gap in my business of the dead born?"

Wuming was heartbroken and regretful. He knelt on the ground, supported himself with his hands and dug his fingers into the dirt.

Then he sniffed.

Wuming sniffed, then put his head close to the ground and sniffed again carefully.

This land not only has the smell of soil, but also various smells that Wuming is very familiar with.

The smell of death, the taste of souls, and the smell of fire brought by scorched earth and melting flesh.

Wuming continued to dig the soil, dig the soil, and dig the soil again.

He dug a hole in the ground after scratching around.

He dug out a corpse from the pit.

He stood up, looked at the plain that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see, and the tombstones of spirits that dotted the plain, and smiled.

The great joy immediately dispelled the nameless sadness.

"Look at the bright side. Since the boat can bring me here, it should be able to bring me back." Wuming became optimistic. "As long as we can find another boat, everything will be fine."

Cheering up, shaking off his spirit and the dirt on his body, Wuming prepared to explore this vast unknown land that contained infinite wealth.

Wuming was given a great gift at the very beginning, and he couldn't even imagine how many treasures were waiting for him on this land.

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"What did you say? Wuming disappeared?"

During the video conference, people asked the same incredible question at the same time.

Roger took Fia to the caravan's camp nearby and informed the caravan of what had happened.

No one believed it at first, until Serei couldn't contact Wuming and couldn't find Wuming after searching everywhere, everyone finally became serious.

Patch, Seren, Michaela...all the executives of the caravan put down their current tasks and focused on dealing with this matter.

After all, the result of not being able to contact Wuming last time is still hanging in the sky, competing with the golden tree for glory.

Patch and Roger reviewed the whole process of Wuming's disappearance, and it was still a little hard to believe:
"That boy was taken away by the calling ship?"

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

"But where can the calling ship take people? Selian's communication range already covers the entire border area..." Patch murmured.

Michaela had the gloomiest and most serious expression:
“It can only be that place.”

"Where?" Millicent immediately looked at her uncle.

Michaela, however, fell silent for a moment, as if in deep thought, and did not immediately respond to Millicent's question.

"Uncle?" Millicent looked at Michaela's expression and became more and more flustered. "Is it some scary place?"

"A land full of pain." Mikaela said slowly, "A shadowy land hidden by the brilliant light of the golden tree."

"Where is that?" asked Millicent.

During the video conference, the young people seemed a little confused, while the older generation sat up straight and calmly.

"In the center of the borderland," Patch answered Millicent, "between the six Granted Towers."

"The center of the border..." Millicent recalled, using her corrupted and often forgotten little brain to think for a long time, "Isn't there an ocean there?"

Millicent covered her mouth. "By the way, the teacher can't swim. If he falls into the sea...it's over!"

Millicent became anxious: "What should we do?"

“The center of the Junction is not an ocean,” Mikaela said, “or it never was. The Mother’s Veil separated it, and now the Shadow Land no longer exists in the world.”

"Like a round table?" Roger said.

Se Lian said, "I thought the sea was caused by a collision of stars."

Patch said, “There are indeed stars there.”

Millicent said, "Now that we know where it is, we can contact the teacher, right?"

The young people looked at the older generation, and the older generation remained silent.

Roger speculated: "Since Wuming went there by boat, can we also go there by boat?"

"We are not half dead." Patch said, looking at Michaela, "That place is no longer connected to the border area in terms of space, is there any way to break the seal?"

Mikaela thought for a moment: "...I will solve the seal."

Patch glanced sideways, "As expected, he is the god who is closest to her. Can you solve another problem while you're at it?"

"What's the attitude of the Golden Tree?" Michaela asked.

Patch nodded and explained to the others:
"The secret of Shadowland is the taboo of the Golden Tree. It can be said to be the biggest taboo. The Golden Tree tried its best to hide it, but we have to tear open the seal and open the passage. If it was the previous Golden Tree, it wouldn't matter if the order collapsed. But now, thanks to the missing guy, we have to face Ge Fulei, Mungert, and this Golden Tree that has recovered."

Patch looked at Michaela and said, "This problem is more troublesome than solving the seal itself. It might be best for you to solve it."

Mikaela said, "But I want to go to the Shadow Land to find Wuming myself."

"The more capable you are, the more work you should do. It would be better to use your strength to open channels and resolve conflicts. It would be a waste to find someone else." Patch said, "I will be responsible for selecting the candidates to go to the Shadow Land."

Michaela bit her lip and did not respond to Patch's arrangement. She only said, "I'll go and solve the seal first."

After the communication was cut off, Michaela looked a little tired. He restored his huge and ugly body and sat on the recliner with his forehead in his hand.

"Brother, you look worried." Marennia had been by his side and noticed Michaela's emotional fluctuations.

"Have you heard about Chapolili?" asked Michaela.

Marlennia nodded. When she woke up, she saw such a huge pillar of fire in the sky. She would definitely ask about it.

"When people witness too many tragic things, they will feel pain themselves, and their mood will always change because of those tragic things." Michaela said, "The situation in Shadow Land is more tragic than before. Wuming is a kind person. He will definitely feel very painful when he goes there. What if he is affected by Shadow Land and undergoes some changes..."

“You said he was a strong man,” Marenia said.

"I don't want anything to happen," Michaela said, "and pain and worry are always unavoidable. That world is so miserable. After all, it is... a cemetery of all the darkness that has been driven into a corner by light. He is a strong man, but also a kind man."

Michaela clasped her hands and prayed for Wuming, hoping that he would not be too sad and painful when he saw those tragic scenes.

Although Michaela knew that was impossible, Wuming would definitely be in pain and feel sad for those miserable people.

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At this time, in the Shadow Land, Wuming was groaning in pain.

"Ah, it hurts." Wuming lay on the ground in pain, looking at the night sky.

It was still daytime when Wuming first arrived at the Shadow Land. On this vast plain, Wuming walked for a long time before he found a road. He began to move forward along the road, trying to find pedestrians and ask for directions.

Along the avenue, Wuming spotted many dark-looking people. Some were kneeling, some were staggering, their bodies were thin and gaunt, and they almost seemed to be disappearing. These dark and thin people had a few horny clumps on their heads, which looked a bit like small ominous horns.

Everyone seemed to be moaning, sobbing and wailing, which reminded Wuming of the immortals in the past, only they seemed to be in even greater pain.

They wailed in low voices, their voices filled with pain:
"What have we done? We can only live a peaceful life..."

"Are you locals?" Wuming approached and started to talk enthusiastically. "Are you having any troubles? If you have any problems, just tell me. I can help you."

"They're all burned." said the dark figures. "They're all burned..."

The pitch-black man hugged his shoulders as pieces of burnt black debris peeled off his flesh, clearly explaining with his body why their bodies were so black.

"You were burned like this!" Wuming suddenly realized.

"That's right! Everything was burned! Burned by Messermo and his minions... Our hometown, our wives and daughters..." The little black man with horns became more and more painful.

Wuming understood, said "oh" and nodded: "That's good."

"Okay?" The little black people were stunned and stared at Wuming.

"So beautiful, Burnt Mark." Wuming said, "Don't you think it's cool, all dressed in black? Do you know the Black Knight? So handsome... By the way, you seem to be locals, do you know where there is a ship nearby? There is also a map."

Wuming stood there obediently, thinking that he had a good attitude, and wanted to wait for the locals to give him an answer.

He got a beating.

The little black men around him suddenly rushed towards him like a tide, swinging their fists at Wuming.

It hurt unexpectedly!
These little black men looked skinny, but none of them were very strong, as if they had explosives hidden in their bodies. Their skinny fists landed on the nameless armor like huge hammers falling down.

"Gua, it's a master!" Wuming screamed, dodged quickly, distanced himself, and raised his hands high, "I have no ill intentions, I just got lost."

But the little black people could not hear Wuming's words at all. They roared and went crazy, attacking Wuming desperately, biting and scratching him without any weapons.

Wuming had no choice but to retreat, leave the main road and get rid of those little black men.

"What's wrong with me? I just praised the Black Knight." Wuming became more and more puzzled. "Could it be that these people don't like being burned?"

Wuming shook his head repeatedly: "How can you refuse to accept such a happy thing? That's really foolish."

Since he couldn't ask for directions, Wuming had to find it on his own, strolling on the plain of the tombs.

We strolled like this for half a day, until late at night.

Wuming lay down weakly, looking at the forging stone in his hand - his only gain in half a day.

"It's so big! How can it be so big?" Wuming lamented, and then he became angry and pounded the ground, "Why don't I have a horse? If I had a horse, would I be like this?"

On the vast plain, Wuming walked for a long time but still couldn't reach the edge.

In the first hour of walking, Wuming was surprised by the vastness of the cemetery. In the second hour, Wuming imagined the future of the store. In the sixth hour, Wuming's eyes were already wide open.

Lying on the cemetery plain, Wuming looked up at the sky, at the huge moon, at the crooked, ugly, faded and whitened giant tree in the dark night, and above the giant tree, something like the curtain of a queen's boudoir, blocking out the sky.

"Where? Boat, where are you?"

There is no boat or horse, and the pain of being nameless is ten or even nine points.

There is a kind of bitterness in the early stages of starting a business.

Unable to find a means of transportation, Wuming could only try to find a place to stay and try to find a local to ask where the boat was.

With the help of moonlight and tree light, Wuming groped his way to a place that looked like a ruined temple and prepared to deal with it for the night.

When I went in, I saw that there was already someone living there.

A warrior wearing heavy armor, holding a giant sword and carrying a heavy crossbow.

You can tell at first glance that he is a master, which is intimidating.

Wuming happily went over to say hello:
"Hello, I'm lost. Can I stay overnight? And I can ask for directions."

When I looked at the opposite side again, the sword had been raised.

"I mean no harm." Wuming raised his hand, "Can't we resolve it peacefully?"

"This is the nameless temple." The knight opposite said in a muffled voice, "This is not the place you should come to. You disturbed my sleep."

"Is there anything taboo?" Wuming was curious, "If I offend you, I apologize first."

"This is the spirit temple." The knight moved slightly, revealing a sarcophagus behind him. At the same time, his body became a little more illusory.

"It's only for the dead." Wuming suddenly realized, "I can do it, I'm not a living person either."

A ball of soul was spat out by Wuming and shown to the knight.

The soldier was speechless for a moment, then said, "This is the Nameless Temple."

The word "nameless" was particularly emphasized.

The warrior said: "This is the shelter for the warrior who has lost his heart and his name."

"Nothing's wrong." Wuming took off his breastplate, revealing a huge empty chest. "I don't have a heart."

Wuming put on his armor and gave the warrior a thumbs up:

"I don't have a name either."

The soldier was silent, not knowing what to say for a moment.

When I came to my senses, I found that Wuming had disappeared, but I heard the sound of a sarcophagus being opened behind me.

"What are you doing?" The soldier turned around suddenly.

Wuming had already gone around to the back and was opening the coffin lid, with half of his body already crossing over.

"Go to sleep." Wuming said, "Isn't this the nameless temple that is specially designed to accommodate nameless warriors like me?"

Wuming lay down in the sarcophagus, twisted his body, and pushed the soldier's bones in the coffin to one side with his buttocks: "Make way, move some space, we can squeeze together for one night, good night."

Then the sarcophagus closed, and the spirit of the warrior standing outside disappeared, replaced by the long and quiet breathing sound from within the coffin.

The next morning, Wuming climbed out of the coffin, feeling refreshed. The heavily armored warrior, on the other hand, was unable to straighten his back, as if he had been drained of energy.

"Why didn't you say you could absorb souls?" The warrior's voice was a little weak, and his figure became even more ethereal.

"I forgot, forgot." Wuming scratched his head, smiled and stuffed a few souls into the soldier's pockets to nourish him, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Wuming, a businessman."

"I am also nameless, the Lone Prison Knight." The warrior introduced himself.

"Do you have a map of this place? And where is the calling ship?" Wuming handed a few more souls to the Lonely Knight and absorbed them together with him to get some information.

"Ships? There should be some in the south." The Lonely Knight handed Wuming a suggested map and said, "This is probably the way to go."

"What a crude map." Wuming said, "Are all your maps so crude?"

"I'm not going out, why do I need a detailed map?" The Lone Prison Knight pointed at the door of the Nameless Temple, indicating that there was nothing more to say and he could get out. "Get out."

"That's right. Goodbye, brother." Wuming grabbed the map and said goodbye to the Lone Prison Knight in a friendly manner.

Although the map is crude, the main roads are drawn and marked, so it is still identifiable.

Wuming followed the map back to the plain road and headed south.

(End of this chapter)