The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 72 Millicent's Hero
Guwei's wooden house, Guwei is connected to the consciousness of the swarm, and shares information with the swarm.

They communicate in a way that is difficult for ordinary people to understand:

"That man has killed many of our bugs."

"It doesn't matter, the individual's loss doesn't matter, as long as he can gain Millicent's trust." Guwei said, "Those stupid bugs enshrined Millicent's corruption as a god, it's ridiculous—too Waste the finest buds."

"Let that person save Millicent, let him become Millicent's hero, and let him cause Millicent's despair, tempt her to bloom the most beautiful flower of scarlet corruption, and become the most fertile hotbed of scarlet corruption..."

……

Millicent slowly opened her eyes, looking at the familiar church, but felt a sense of strangeness.

No nightmares, no scarlet squirming pain, Millicent couldn't help recalling, how long has it been since he woke up so peacefully?
Tears flowed silently from the corners of her eyes.

The man didn't lie to him.

Millison thought of Wuming's rhetoric about curing corruption, and remembered the solemnity and solemnity with which she agreed to become an experiment.

Wuming grew tall in her heart.

Tall as a hero.

She looked at her broken right hand, which was sealed by a puddle of translucent gel.The blood no longer flowed, and there was no trace of scarlet.

Millicent got up and found that the original travel clothes had been changed, and now she was wearing a simple white dress, which was light, soft, breathable and refreshing.

"This is..." Millicent was surprised.

"Yo, are you awake?" Wuming sat across from Millicon, setting a fire and cooking something in a pot.

Wuming noticed that Millicent was looking at her clothes:
"Your original body was stained with a lot of scarlet corruption. I burned it and redone it for you. You are welcome. My name is Wuming. If you do good deeds, you will not leave a name."

Millicent looked at the clothes on her body, as if thinking of something, she blushed and said:

"Thank you, I didn't expect it to be really useful. The scarlet corruption in my body is no longer squirming, and I don't have nightmares anymore."

"Of course it works. I saw the original owner of the golden needle use it." Wuming said.

"The gold needle had an owner?" Millicent froze, "How about the original owner?"

"It's okay, we trade fairly, he won't need it anymore." Wuming said.

"That's good..." Millicent breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you hungry?" Wuming said, "Come and eat something, the meal has just been prepared."

Nameless dug out a clod from the campfire.

He knocked off the clods, exposing the flesh inside.

The aroma immediately flowed out from the gap, arousing Millicent's hunger.

It is true that she had not eaten for a long time, and had been lying in the church waiting to die.

"Thank you..." Millicent sat by the campfire, took the piece of meat, chewed it in small bites, and chewed slowly, without opening her mouth while chewing.

Wuming propped his face and stared at Millicent.

Millicent noticed Wuming's gaze, and hid her face behind her flesh: "What's the matter?"

"You are a good person." Wuming said, "Very kind."

Millicent was at a loss, not knowing why Wuming said this.

Wuming said in a muffled voice, "Kindness means that when others are hungry, you eat meat and don't hesitate."

Millicent immediately realized what Nameless meant:
"Have you eaten yet?"

She quickly handed the meat to Wuming.

Wuming took the meat calmly: "That's right, now besides being kind, you also have thoughtful etiquette."

He pointed to the jar on the fire:
"And soup, you're welcome."

Millicent obediently lifted the big pot and drank a few mouthfuls of soup.

The soup tasted very fresh, rather a bit too fresh... It was so fresh that there was a fishy smell, so fresh that it seemed that something was whipping her mouth and wriggling in her mouth.

Millicent looked at the pot of soup suspiciously.

The soup base is a red color.

red……

Millicent put it down quickly and looked at Wuming.

In just a few sips of soup, Wuming had finished gnawing on the meat, and was putting down his mask, smacking his mouth in satisfaction.

He looked at Millicent: "How does the soup taste?"

Millicent clutched her chest, feeling a little like vomiting:

"What is this soup made of?"

"Just the red mushrooms that can be seen everywhere in Garrett."

Millicent vomited straight away.

"What's wrong? Is the taste bad? Or is the corruption in the body surging again?" Wuming asked.

Millicent covered her mouth:
"This is a fungus born from corruption!"

"I know." Nameless said.

Millicent stared blankly at Wuming, the soup dripped from the corner of her mouth, drawing a graceful arc along her chin.

Wuming said: "Have you forgotten what you promised me?"

Millicent recalled her unconscious will, her promise—

"I want to be your experiment, and I want to be your blade."

"That's right, so it doesn't matter whether it's a rotten mushroom or not, what matters is my question—" Wuming repeated the question seriously, "Is the corruption in your body surging again? Is the taste bad?"

"No rush, just nausea," Millicent said.

"A side effect of scarlet corruption?"

"No, it should have nothing to do with corruption..."

"Is it because of the smell?" Wuming asked, "It doesn't taste good?"

"Although the taste is indeed bad - what does this have to do with the taste?" Millicent was puzzled.

"Galide is full of mushrooms like this, of course I have to find a way to make use of them." Wuming said, "If these mushrooms can be eaten, we don't have to worry about food."

Wuming asked Millicent: "What exactly is the bad taste? Too salty? Too fishy? Or is it not cooked enough?"

Millicent described the taste to Wuming, Wuming pondered for a moment, added various spices into the jar, and started to boil again.

"So this experimental product also includes food tasting?" Millicent asked.

"Of course." Wuming said, "You have a very good physique, and you have golden needles. You are the best candidate to taste the dishes. What if you let others taste the poison, how inhumane."

Millicent Wuming didn't shy away from grabbing mushrooms with her hands, and recalled Wuming's direct contact with corruption:
"You don't seem to be afraid of corruption?"

"Corruption can't do anything to me." Nameless said, "I won't be poisoned after soaking in the Ionian swamp for a year."

"It's amazing..." said Millicent, "then why don't you try it yourself?"

"I can't taste it." Wuming said, "The meals I can cook are all made by trial and error with other people's tongues. You are very honored to be the taster of new dishes. You don't need to be What edge, be my tongue."

Said Wuming and passed the new soup to Millicon.

Millicent swallowed, not knowing how to face the pot of soup.

She suddenly felt that the promise of being an experimental product was not so tragic.

But a promise is a promise, and Millicent drank the soup with her eyes closed.

Waiting for Millicent to drink until her belly swelled before Wuming tried out a good recipe.

He carefully recorded the recipe ratio, heat and cooking time of the dishes on the scroll.

Nameless rolled up the scroll, very satisfied:
"Yes, the taste is okay, but the toxicity needs to be verified. We will try again after you take off the golden needle."

He pulled Millison up:
"You stay with me for a while, I will teach you some prayers and spells, and then you can go to my shop."

Millicent got up, looking a little tired, with some scarlet soup on the corner of her mouth.

But after leaving the church, this tired expression immediately became sharp.

Millicent meets the corrupt family members outside the church.

She subconsciously wanted to take the knife, but found that her right hand was gone.

Trapped in a disease of corruption, Millicent felt lucky to lose her hand. Now that the corruption has been curbed, she is still a little sad to find that her dominant hand is gone.

"Don't worry." Seeing Millicent's reaction, Wuming snapped his fingers.

Those corrupt dependents have disappeared without a trace.

"It's just an illusion in disguise." Wuming said, "I've already used up the real ones."

Seeing the disappearance of the corrupt family members, Millicent relaxed.

"You seem to hate bugs?" Wuming said.

Millicent bit her lip lightly:
"When I was driven mad by corruption, they bowed and danced beside me, and fed my corruption with swamp water and rotting flesh, making my corruption spread even more...I don't like them."

"That's no wonder." Wuming said, "Dancing when people are in pain, they deserve to be hated."

Millicent nodded in agreement.

She doesn't like worms, because worms worship their own corruption as a god, and they are ecstatic when they are in pain.

Nameless, on the contrary, saved himself from the pain.

Millicent took a peek at Wuming, blushing a little.

"By the way, the clothes on your body are made of worm silk from corrupt family members." Nameless continued.

Millicent's originally rosy face immediately turned pale.

She turned her head stiffly and looked at Wuming.

"The thing that seals your severed limb is made of worm silk mucus." Nameless said, "It can replace the effect of gauze, and it's translucent so I can observe the infection of your wound. How about it? It's great, right? ?”

Millicent suddenly felt that Wuming was not so tall and stalwart.

(End of this chapter)