The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 82 The power of the curse

As the Crimson Corruption spilled from her body, Millicent was hopeless.

The unprecedented strong feeling has even left the wriggling and pain, and is more like a strong rhythm, playing a grand piece of music in his body, controlling his mind.

The nameless voice made her relax, in order to point out the direction.

She wanted to die, but there was Wuming, she inexplicably believed that the situation was under his control, even if she failed, the corruption would not escape.

Alone in the house, Millicent begins her fight against corruption.

The nameless method has been taught very clearly, first rely on intense sweating to improve the body's immunity and resistance to flames.Then pray through the fire to bring the fire into the body.

Flowing water and flames are intertwined in the body and are hostile to each other, but at the same time play a role in curbing corruption.

The three forces competed in the body, and the first one that couldn't bear it was Millicent's body.

She was severely dehydrated, and her figure became more and more shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Moisture is needed.

Millicent looked around the room.

Most corners of the room had been covered with mycelium, and she couldn't even find where the jug was.

But corruption is afraid of fire, and the bonfire in the room has no trace of corruption.

On top of the bonfire, a large pot of red soup was still boiling.

Scarlet and rotten mushroom soup, Millicent loathes everything related to corruption.

But now, to be successful, to suppress corruption, she needs to be hydrated.

Millicent walked to the pot with difficulty, scooped up a bowl of soup and poured it into her mouth.

The scorching hot soup rolled into the body along the throat, and Millicent felt a prickly pain in her throat.

Millicent leaned against the pot, sitting cross-legged on the rotting creep, watching the flames under the pot and the flowing water in the pot, feeling the confrontation in her body.

The flame was weak, so she took more flames into her body, and when the flowing water died, she scooped up another bowl of mushroom soup.

The exuberant vitality of the spoilage fungus supplemented Millicent's lost nutrition and supported her to continue.

After such an unknown period of time, when Millicent woke up from the slump of consciousness, the orange-red glow on her severed arm had faded, and she shrank into the depths of her body.

The only regret, Millicent clearly felt, was that corruption had not yet been eradicated.

It just hibernates within its own body, tightly suppressed by the power of the flames and flowing water.

Looking at the iron pot again, the bonfire had been extinguished and turned cold. The pot full of mushroom soup had bottomed out, and the creeping blanket under Millison's body was wet and full of white salt crystals.

She got up tremblingly, sitting cross-legged for a long time, her blood supply was insufficient, and she almost fainted.

The extinguishment of the bonfire and the weakness of her body made her a little cold, and the flame passed down to her by an unknown person in her body was also a little weak.

The cold made Millicent, who was freed from corruption, a little worried.

Millicent supported herself and walked towards the wooden door with difficulty.

The flame and mushroom soup brought her warmth and support, and she was suddenly a little scared, afraid that when she opened the door, she would not see the figure that brought her warmth and support.

Her worries were unnecessary, before she could walk out the door, she heard that warm voice.

Millicent, who had relaxed, lost all strength, opened the door, took a last look at the figure, and passed out completely.

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When she opened her eyes again, Millicent found herself lying in an iron pot, with red water covering her neck, bubbling slightly, and simmering.

After being together for such a long time, Millicent recognized at a glance that it was mushroom soup, and subconsciously felt a little disgusted.

But then she thought about how many rounds the mushroom soup had been circulating in her body, and she was relieved again.

Millicent turned her head, looking for her teacher.

She believed that the only one who could stew herself in the pot was that incomprehensible teacher.

Sure enough, Wuming was sitting at the side, holding the broken gold needle in one hand, and lighting the fire with the other to observe carefully.

"Teacher." Millicent called out.

"Oh, wake up." Wuming responded casually, still staring at the golden needle, "You are too dirty, you are almost covered with salt grains, and there are scorched earth and ashes, I will clean it for you, clean it up, and go to see customers Woolen cloth."

Hearing what Wuming said, Millicent shrank into the pot again, only half of her face was exposed, her mouth was buried under the red soup, and she was spitting out bubbles in the iron pot.

Wuming pinched the golden needle: "Why did you pick a golden needle like this?"

He hissed, puzzled:
"O'Neil is not like that either. Why is it different? Could it be that the lily needle is divided into male and female? Does it not work when it meets a woman?"

Millicent didn't know why, but just expressed her feelings at the time:
"I felt good when I put on the gold needles, and my body was recovering, but after I took them off, the corruption seemed to erupt all of a sudden, and all of them came out."

Wuming squeezed his chin: "You are suppressing corruption with flames now, have you eradicated it? Or is it the same as golden needles?"

Millicent thought for a while:

"I still feel that it has not been eradicated, but has been suppressed in the depths. But it is still not the same as the golden needle-even if I don't have the power to maintain the flame, the corruption has not erupted again."

Wuming inserted the gold needle along the gap of the gauntlet, felt it for a while, and then pulled it out again.

"Perhaps, it's not the golden needle's problem, but your problem." Wuming said.

"Eh?" Millicent was stunned.

Wuming said: "Jie Lian also said that the scarlet corruption you released is not ordinary scarlet, but the scarlet corruption like Valkyrie Mareniya."

Millicent fell silent.

She could vaguely perceive the relationship between herself and the Valkyrie. Although it was vague and out of focus, it was enough to indicate her mission.

That's why she wanted to go to the north, to the north of the snow mountain where the Valkyrie was.

If this outbreak of corruption is really due to the vague and inexplicable connection between him and the Valkyrie, then he did not insist on fulfilling his mission, but promised Wuming to cure the corruption, and the result broke out in the city. Is this a kind of retribution...

Could it be that he was destined to become a hotbed of corruption?Is that an inescapable fate?
Thinking of this, Millicent felt a little terrified.

The peace of mind and satisfaction of successfully suppressing corruption was gone for a while.

Nameless continued:
"The golden needle can suppress the corruption in your body and cultivate your vitality. When your body grows vigorously and loses the suppression of the golden needle, the corruption will use your stronger body as a seedbed to grow even crazier."

He twirled the golden needle and smiled: "I'm familiar with this. If it is too full, it will cause qualitative changes. If it is too scarce, it will also bring about abnormal changes-what's wrong with you?"

Wuming noticed that Millicent's face was pale in the iron pot, and her body was still shaking even in the hot soup.

Wuming was in the iron hand, and touched Millicent's forehead: "It's not burned, and there are sequelae of corruption?"

"Teacher." Millicent's eyes were reddish, "Is fate inescapable? Can I not get rid of this curse?"

"Fate? Curse? What are you talking about?" Wuming was puzzled by Millicent's jumping thinking, "Is your brain really burnt out? Can you be as logical and wise as I am?"

Millicent hugged her shoulders:

"Corruption, this curse is still in me."

"Oh, you said corruption." Wuming said, "Isn't corruption quite powerful?"

Now it's Millicent's turn to be unable to understand Wuming's thinking: "Awesome? The curse is very powerful..."

Nameless laughed: "I mean, how can such a powerful power be considered a curse."

"But this is a cursed power!" Millicent was anxious, "No matter how powerful it is, it should be sealed."

"It's been sealed. Didn't you say that it's quite honest now, obediently sealed in your body."

Wuming said: "Stay honestly when not in use, and be too violent when in use. Isn't this a good power."

Millicent only showed a pair of eyes in the pot, her brows were tightly frowned: "Anyway, I don't need it."

"Young man, I really envy you." Wuming said, "There are still choices."

He glanced at Millicent:

"If you don't want to use it now, don't use it, but one thing you have to remember is that sometimes you will be powerless, and sometimes you will be forced to make a choice. At that time, you have to think clearly about what is more important and what is It can be sacrificed, and bear the sacrifice that comes with it. Strength is strength, and you have to understand that your current troubles are happiness, and the real weak will not even have your troubles."

Wuming seems to be thinking of something, thoughtfully:
"Speaking of curses and fate, maybe my resurrection is also due to curses..."

(End of this chapter)