The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 445: Horned Man, Damn! Horned Man, Beat Him!
The ancient dragon led the way and brought Wuming to the front of the dragon cave.

"If you follow this road, you will arrive naturally."

"Is there only one road here?" Wuming was a little wary. "Before, someone showed me the way south, but there was a cliff to the south and I couldn't get down. So I groped my way here."

"This is where you can go down." said the ancient dragon.

"What if I come across a fork in the road and don't know the way?" Wuming began to anticipate various possible setbacks.

He really didn't want to go the other way again.

This place is too desolate and too vast. If you take the wrong road, you will waste a lot of time.

In response to Wuming's question, Gu Long thought for a moment, then sat cross-legged in the position Wuming taught him.

"What does this mean?" Wuming was confused. "Can I just sit cross-legged here and meditate, close my eyes and open them again, and I'll be able to reach my destination?"

The ancient dragon said: "I want to tell you that you should be more easy-going and not so impatient. You should stop running, pause for a while, and wait for your soul."

"Thank you." Wuming was speechless as he watched Gu Long teach him a lesson using the method he taught him.

"In short, there will be a boat at the bridgehead. Just follow this road and you will naturally reach your destination." said the ancient dragon man.

"Are people here so... leisurely?" Wuming said.

"Before I became an ancient dragon, I was a cultivator." The ancient dragon said, "I practiced as a land god."

Wuming said, "No wonder you didn't fight me when I talked to you about meditation."

"This is the first time I've seen Gu Long combined with Zen. It's really an interesting attempt," said Gu Long.

Wuming was passing by and saw many headless ancient dragon sculptures on the roadside, forming a path, so he walked over out of curiosity. As a result, he was stopped by the ancient dragon.

He was here to test passers-by to see if they were qualified to devour the mad dragon. Wuming was passing by looking for a boat, and was inexplicably dragged over to fight. It must be that the two sides had a common language, otherwise they would have fought for half a day.

Wuming listened to the ancient dragon's words and lost his temper. Once he lost his temper, he also felt a little emotional when thinking about the ancient dragon's words.

When he was in the border area and his business was not that big, he was indeed carefree. He did whatever he wanted, and even if it was an empty area with no treasures, he could handle it calmly.

"I was blinded by Rune." Wuming couldn't help but smile under his visor. "Forget it, since I'm trapped here, I might as well take a vacation."

With his mood relaxed, Wuming was no longer so anxious to chase after the dead who had returned home to be resurrected.

Without the clear goal that was like a blessing to guide him, Wuming began to look around and immediately discovered new business opportunities. He did not rush into the dragon cave, but took a look around first.

"What are you doing?" The ancient dragon looked at Wuming's actions.

"Collecting." Wuming picked a flower from the roadside. "There are many things here that I have never seen in the border area, plants, buildings, art and forging technology."

Wuming picked up an unremarkable fruit:

"Do you know what is the most important thing for us businessmen?"

"What?" The ancient dragons didn't understand.

"A rare commodity is worth a lot of money!" Wuming crushed the fruit and tasted it.

Even his almost degraded sense of taste felt bitter. He spit a few times and said in a hoarse voice:

"The things here are not available outside. I can sell them at a high price. And when I come back to buy goods, I can bring the goods from outside in."

Wuming became happier as he spoke:
"Why didn't I realize before that this is a brand new land and a new trade route!"

Wuming tiptoed over to the ancient dragon man and stretched out a hand to shake hands with him:
"Thank you for your advice, brother. I was so blinded by my own shortcomings that I overlooked such a huge treasure."

"I know what you are talking about," the ancient dragon said, "but what I want to ask is, what are you doing with our statues?"

Wuming turned his head and saw that his other hand was holding a statue of a headless ancient dragon on his back.

Wuming directly smashed the headless ancient dragon statue in front of the dragon cave.

"This is a good thing, a rare item." Wuming said, "I have never seen it in the border area. Look at the patterns, the carving style, and the technique..."

"Put it down." The ancient dragon said angrily.

"Okay." Wuming let go angrily and turned to walk back.

"Aren't you going to the Dragon Cave?" the ancient dragon man was stunned.

"What's the hurry?" Wuming said seriously, "You are too anxious. Please stop for a moment and wait for your soul!"

Wuming remembered that when he came here before, there were several forks in the road. He decided to explore them and see if there were any good things.

In the past six months, he has made a lot of money through the big pot in Hu Village. Except for the essential medicinal herbs such as Jero's eyeballs, he used all the money to grow Michaela water lilies.

This flower is a rare item. Even if it is only for collection, many powerful and wealthy people want it.

Now, in this shadow land, there are plants everywhere that are not found in the border area, and there are business opportunities everywhere.

Wuming, with a goat head, touched here and there, and actually found a lot of new mushrooms and flowers.

Just as I was enjoying the touch, a roar was heard.

Wuming looked up and saw several soldiers wearing armor and with golden tree-shaped emblems on their helmets rushing towards him.

Each of them looked aggressive and held a big axe.

Wuming felt that the other party had an unprecedented fanaticism and murderous intent. He didn't react for a while and raised the mushroom in his hand:
"I...picked your mushrooms?"

The opponent seemed unwilling to communicate more with Wuming and swung an axe at him. Wuming tried to block it, but his shield was broken by the brutal force. The opponent's moves were endless and he swung an axe at him, knocking Wuming to the ground.

The soldiers surrounded him and kicked and beat Wuming desperately, while they were still muttering and roaring:

"Hornman, fuck! Hornman, hit him!"

Wuming felt an unprecedented pain and was a little confused for a moment:

"What happened? Who is the Horned Man?"

But soon he reacted and Wuming realized that he had just turned into a little dragon man and had taken off the knight armor long ago. Now he had a mortal body and had turned into the form of an ancient stone dragon man, which made him extremely fragile.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I am a human, not a dragon man." Wuming shouted, and then added, "I am not a sheep man either."

But the soldiers ignored them and continued to beat Wuming. Their voices were incredibly loud, and their roars completely drowned out Wuming's defense.

Wuming felt pain and couldn't help but feel angry:

"Can't hear you? Okay, dragon power!"

Wuming curled up his body to reduce the area of ​​force, protected his cervical spine, and knelt on the ground to reduce the injury. Taking advantage of the gap between the soldiers' attacks, he roared at the ground.

A roar like a giant dragon exploded from under Wuming's body, and the roar shook the surrounding soldiers so much that they trembled, took a few steps back, and almost fell to the ground.

"You're courting death by competing with me in voice." Wuming got up, pinched his throat, and snorted, "If you know what's good for you, stay away. I don't want to—"

"Descending!" the soldiers shouted, seeming even more angry, and even with some ecstasy.

This time it wasn't just roaring, horns were blowing.

A horse neighed, followed by the sound of a horn, approaching from a distance.

"Ah?" Wuming was confused. "What is a spirit sedition? What is a spirit sedition?!" ============
When people heard that Michaela had found a portal to the Shadow Land, someone immediately volunteered to go to the Shadow Land.

Millicent was the first to apply, and Selen also planned to go.

"I heard there are stars in the Shadow Land," said Se Lian, "I want to go and see them for myself."

Patch didn't really want to go and was not interested. He was not as worried as Michaela and hoped that Wuming would come back soon.

Michaela gave Patch an envelope.

"I have several recommendations for people to go to Shadowland," Michaela said to Patch.

Patch unfolded the scroll and took a look:
“They’re almost all unfamiliar words, huh?”

Michaela said: "The purpose of going there is to find Wuming. Rather than combat power, what is needed is adaptability to the Shadow Land."

Patch looked at the personnel introduction in the envelope, stroked his chin, and looked at Michaela:

"How did you determine that these people are more suitable? And the method of going to the Shadow Land, the preparations were too fast, as if you already knew the Shadow Land very well."

"Before Wuming showed up, that place was my goal." Michaela said, "Don't you also know what is there and what it means to the God-man?"

Michaela said, "Moreover, even without the help of dreams, one can understand most of the Shadow Land through inference. As long as one has a deep enough understanding of the Golden Rule, one can infer it even without going to the Shadow Land."

Michaela slid her fingers and sketched a small tree in the air:

"The Golden Law eliminated the shadows, and the beginning of the Golden Tree Era was also after those enemies were eliminated. Naturally, those enemies who were once defeated by the Golden Tree gathered in the Shadow Land. It is a place where the external gods can fully exert their own laws and essences."

Michaela showed the images of the people mentioned in the scroll one by one. He pointed at a man covered in heavy copper-green armor:
"If we want to find something, there is nothing better than bugs. The followers of corruption must be distributed in the Shadow Land. Moore has a good relationship with the followers of corruption and can use their power."

"What about this one?" Patch pointed at another person in the scroll. "It looks like a female knight."

"My direct knight, the Golden Needle Knight Leida," Michaela said, "can provide basic combat power and auxiliary support. She has my golden needle, which can prevent our people from being interfered with by the outer gods."

Michaela said, "I'll choose the people, don't worry, they'll all be useful, just let them go."

Patch glanced sideways: "I think you are actually worried. You can't feel at ease if it's not your own person."

"I do have this selfish motive." Michaela did not deny it, "But these people are not my people."

Patch looked at the people at the end of the scroll:

"Roger, Fia... Colin? Where did this Colin come from?"

Michaela said: "Some time ago, a man came to my door and was a believer of Two Fingers. I made a deal with him and he was willing to help."

"Why bring him?" Patch didn't understand.

"Although the Outer Gods are active, the Shadow Land is still the territory of the Golden Tree." Michaela said, "We need someone who can have a good relationship with the Golden Tree."

"Why him?" Patch asked.

Michaela showed a somewhat elusive expression:

"What do you say?"

Patch stroked his chin and thought for a moment:

"Our other employees here... the crazy businessman, the blasphemous dancer, the origin magician, the faded warrior who can be commissioned, the cannibalistic witch, the immortal, the hybrid, the son of evil omen..."

Patch looked up and said, "You have a point. Let him go. Is this man reliable?"

"He doesn't look very smart, but if he's not smart, he's easy to control. My subordinates should be able to take good care of him." Michaela sighed, "If I could do it myself, I wouldn't have to be so embarrassed and have to use outsiders like this."

"Is there no other option?" Patch was still a little worried about letting an outsider be responsible for such an important task of contacting the golden tree.

"Actually, there is another candidate. I'll talk to Brother Mongget and he will probably let us go," said Michaela.

"Who?"

"Greek."

"Aren't demigods allowed to go?"

"Demigods are not allowed to go, but Greg may be allowed to go."

"Okay, that's it." Patch didn't care much about this matter, and seeing that Michaela had her own reasons, he stopped asking.

Michaela asked Patch, "Aren't you going?"

"What am I going to do?" Patch said, "That's not a good place."

"Isn't that your friend and partner?" Michaela said, "I heard that you have known him the longest. How enviable."

"Hmph, a friend..." Patch stretched out his spider legs and rubbed his smooth head after rubbing his hands. "That guy won't die anyway, so I'm not worried. But I don't want to go to the Shadow Land. It's a place of trouble. I'm afraid it has turned into a place like stinky dog ​​shit. Let Wuming go to that kind of shitty place. He just likes to swim in the cesspool."

Patch gave a wicked smile, looking nonchalant.

As Patch was speaking, the communication disc suddenly lit up.

It turned out to be a call from Tanis.

Patch answered the call quickly, and his smile immediately became sincere.

"Tanis? What's wrong?"

"I heard that the caravan is planning to travel to the Shadow Land?" Tanis asked.

"It's not a trip, it's just business." Patch explained, and suddenly became alert and said, "That place is very dangerous, there are monsters everywhere, and there are also troublesome things to deal with. It's not a trip."

"Oh, it's okay. I want to take Laya with me." Tanis said, "Can you save two seats for us?"

Patch didn't expect this to not stop him, a spider leg slapped him in the face: "Why do you want to go there?"

"Take Laya to see my hometown." said Tanis.

Patch was stunned: "Is your hometown there?"

“It may be gone now,” Tanis said, “but maybe we can still find some remains.”

"Then I'll go with you," said Patch.

"Aren't you busy with the caravan?"

"There's Cerri." Patch said, "I'll go on a trip with you guys to relax. Your hometown must be a picturesque place with spring all year round."

Tanis saw what Patch meant and smiled.

"Okay, sorry to bother you again."

After cutting off the communication, Patch looked at Michaela and found that Michaela was looking at him with amusement.

Patch's face turned red: "Is there enough space?"

"It's okay. Snake people and spiders are not considered human beings and don't take up any space." Michaela smiled. "I will convince Mongert to believe this. Rules are dead, but people are alive."

(End of this chapter)