Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Wuming looked at his other self rolling all over the floor, as if some memory had been recalled, and he took two steps back.

He retreated to the night woman and whispered:

What's happening here?

I don't know. The Nightman woman was also a little confused, The clone teardrop has a strong ability to change and can imitate your appearance.

Is it just appearance? Wuming didn't quite believe it when he heard the wailing.

There are also abilities. The Nightman woman said, Except for the mind, everything can be imitated.

Can you imitate them all? Wuming was shocked, Can my power also be imitated?

This is the product of king creation. Even the king's power can be imitated. The Nightman woman said, But it will still consume power. If the power is insufficient, the change may not be perfect.

Wuming looked a little disappointed:

You mean, you can't create something out of nothing?

How can it be possible to create something out of nothing? the Nightman woman said, Even if it changes into your appearance, it must be you first, and then change.

Okay. Wuming looked at himself wailing in the distance, I can probably guess why he is like this.

Why? Ye Ren asked subconsciously.

Normal phenomenon. Wuming said, Without a mind, I'm afraid there will be no will. Facing such pain with a baby-like innocence may take a while to adapt.

That kind of pain?

Simmer over slow fire. Wuming gestured with his thumb, It tastes great.

Are you kidding? Yeren rushed to the side of the simulated teardrop and wanted to lift the nameless face shield to take a look.

The flames overflowed uncontrollably from the gaps in the Bionic Teardrop's armor and became more intense, threatening to burn the surrounding area.

The night man couldn't get close and could only retreat.

Seeing the virtual body rolling on the ground with tears, Ye Ren found it difficult to understand:

That is a creature with the potential to be a king, how could it show such an ugly appearance...

In my experience, kings who have experienced that taste will stay away from the throne. Wuming smiled, appreciating himself wailing in the distance with the attitude of appreciating a junior, Those who are willing to taste that taste over and over like me are not very many.

The night man lit a spiritual fire, trying to cool the flames with the coldness.

But when the spirit fire came into contact with the flame, it quickly gathered into the body of the simulated tear drop, and then the flame became stronger.

She panicked a little.

That was the product of the Eternal City's king-making. It took a lot of effort to get such a finished product. Even if it is not completed yet, we can't watch him be destroyed like this.

Don't worry. Wuming reassured Ye Ren, You will get used to it if you keep burning. I was like this when I first started burning. I screamed for a few hundred years before I became numb. After a few hundred more years of burning, I would be numb. Once you get used to it, you’ll be able to control it when the time comes.”

Wuming said: Although he is in pain, there are also benefits.

What's the benefit? Ye Ren asked, Can I transform into a king?

He warmed up this cold night sky! Wuming's eyes flashed, He became the sun, that's why he is called a king - but it's a pity that there are some side effects. If there is too much stimulation on weekdays, the senses will be dulled.

But what does it matter? What you lost was only life and strength, but what you gained was endless pain - that is the only proof that you are alive in your endless and boring life. Wuming reached out his hand enthusiastically and clasped the night man. on the shoulder, I heard from the people in the Rebel Eagle Corps that you have been here for a long time. You must be bored, right? Are you interested in being the sun?

The night man looked at Wuming in horror. The silk shawl was curled and browned, burning silently, revealing the night-colored skin underneath.

Curling flames shot out from the gaps in the nameless mask, like tentacles, licking Yeren's cheeks, leaving burnt scars on his face.

The burning pain made her wake up, and she struggled violently in Wuming's palm. She kicked Wuming with her legs, but she couldn't break free.

Wuming took the initiative to let go of his hand and patted the traces of being kicked on his body:

I don't want to say it directly. It's too frivolous to do anything.

The night man was far away from Wuming, panting.

She squatted next to the silver teardrops. The silver teardrops climbed along her arms, filling the scars on her shoulders and face, squirming and changing.

The night man gritted his teeth: Our king is the king of the night, not the king of the sun.

King of the Night? Wuming looked at the simulated teardrop, But there is a sun rising here.

Yeren also noticed that the surrounding temperature was rising.

The simulated teardrop became brighter and brighter, almost covering up the surrounding starlight.

How to stop him? Yeren could no longer look directly at the teardrops of the avatar.

Why do you want to stop it? Wuming looked at the fireball that was no longer human-shaped, Isn't this good?

The night man shouted: I will take you to get the treasure you want. You ask him to stop first!

Wuming reluctantly walked towards the simulated teardrop, and the fire and light enveloped the two of them.

Wuming squatted next to the avatar Teardrop, watching this warrior who looked exactly like him rolling around on the ground, feeling quite nostalgic.

I'm sorry. Wuming held down his other self, Don't say you are just like me, even if it is really me, I will die if necessary.

The flames on the mock teardrop formed an accretion disk, swirling towards Wuming's body until the flames were completely extinguished.

The body of the imitation teardrop is constantly drying up and gradually shrinking.

Can he change back? Wuming turned around and asked Yeren.

I'll try. Yeren took the silver teardrop beside him and covered it with the shrunken replica teardrop.

The shrunken nameless suddenly expanded, and then completely collapsed, returning to its original teardrop state.

It's just that the teardrops are much smaller than before, and their shape is looser. It's almost difficult to gather them together, and they look like they've been hollowed out.

Wuming took out a ritual pot and put the silver teardrops in it.

What are you doing? Night Man asked.

Didn't you say so? Give it to me. Wuming said.

I... Yeren was about to cry without tears, and she didn't expect Wuming to really be able to take it away.

Wuming held the pot, turned around and approached Ye Ren:

You don't agree?

I don't know if it was because he witnessed the weird and terrifying scene just now, but Ye Ren felt that Wuming's eyes were quite coercive.

Wuming stretched out his hand and traced it across Yeren's cheek, then put his fingers into her lips, revealing a set of sharp teeth:

Seeing you like this, I must shed tears.

How am I? Yeren didn't dare to move.

All the burns on my face have recovered, and my teeth have been repaired. Wuming admired Yeren's jet-black face and intact shoulders, This thing may be of great help to me.

Mercury, Teardrop, Son of Platinum, although the connection between Wuming is unclear, it does not affect Wuming's conclusion that-

This thing can be used for beauty! Wuming shook the teardrops in the ritual pot, It can also imitate my face. A substitute is a good thing.

Wuming said: Do you still have this? I want to wholesale it. It's best if you give me the manufacturing technology and I'll buy it out at a high price.

Yeren was silent for a moment: No more.

real?

Really. Yeren turned his face aside, You are not going to get the secret treasure. I will take you there. Take it and leave quickly.

Okay. Wuming felt a little regretful, Business matters.

Yeren walked through a ruins with Wuming and pointed to the left:

See that giant?

Wuming nodded.

In the distant building complex, a giant is sitting on a huge chair, which is clearly visible even from a distance.

The treasure you want is in the Chair Temple. Ye Ren said, I will take you there. That road is not easy to walk.

Wuming nodded ignorantly and followed Yeren through the ruins and entered a dirt road.

Wuming found that there were many horned people here who had attacked him before.

In addition to hunters holding bows and arrows, there were also people holding big sticks and antlers as weapons, and a savage and thick woman was singing high above. Echoing the songs, some people were shaking their heads, waving their hands and stamping their feet.

Are these people also night people? Wuming asked.

They are the people of the ancestral spirit. Ye Ren said, Wait a moment, I will go and talk to them.

The night man tied the hook sword around his waist, blocked it with silk cloth, walked quickly to the singing ancestral spirit people, whispered a few words in a low voice, and then came back:

Follow me. We are going to pass through the territory of the people of the ancestral spirits. We must notify you in advance, otherwise we will not be able to pass.

Wuming looked back in the direction of the Giant Chair Temple:

Why do I feel so far away from there?

Don't you see the terrain here? Night Man said, It's winding and winding, and you need to take a detour before you can get on the right path.

I understand this. Wuming immediately expressed his understanding, There used to be things right in front of me, but I just couldn't get them.

As long as you understand. Yeren said.

But why don't you build some ladders and elevators? Wuming said, That would be more convenient.

There are no people left, so why do we need a ladder? Ye Ren glanced at him, Those who live underground are just a race that is struggling to survive.

Why don't you go to the surface? Do you not want to? Wuming asked.

Ye Ren seemed to have heard something funny and suddenly chuckled, with sadness in his laughter.

Yeren didn't answer Wuming, but quickened his pace, walked around underground for a long time, and finally brought Wuming to the top of a building.

Jump down from here. Night Man said.

Walking from the collapsed buildings that had become ruins, the two of them walked around for a long time before finally entering the city.

Did we really not take a long way around? Wuming was suspicious.

I live here, don't I know better than you? Ye Ren didn't prove his answer, he just asked rhetorically.

The truth is of course far away. Yeren asked the people of the ancestors to urgently report to the only remaining people in the city and the bionic teardrops, asking them to hide to prevent them from being snatched away by the shameless human trafficker Wuming.

There's no one around, it's really deserted. Wuming looked at the strange decoration style and lamented the destruction of a civilization, By the way, are you familiar with those ancestral people?

What are you going to do again? Yeren looked at him warily.

Oh, I think they are quite good at singing and dancing. Wuming said, I just wanted to form a singing and dancing troupe recently, and I was wondering if I could hire them.

Don't provoke them. Night Man said, Even I have to go through a long period of time before I can barely communicate with them.

Are they so bad-tempered? Wuming asked.

Night Man said: They hate metal. People like you used to be regarded as provocative.

Talking about swords, Yeren has brought Wuming to the chair temple.

The giant sat in a chair, the towering door opening beneath his feet.

The night man said: I have brought you the way, but I still say the same thing, don't blame me if you can't take it away.

Ye Ren said this with a bit of superiority and ridicule before, but now she just hopes that nothing will happen again and that the unknown knight can take it away and finish the matter quickly.

Unfortunately, accidents still happened.

Hey, it's obviously unlocked, why can't it be opened?

Wuming walked into the chair temple, and the treasure box was placed in the center.

The surface of the entire treasure chest is covered with bronze lines, which makes it look antique and well integrated, with almost no interfaces visible.

Wuming tried to push the top of the box, but the top lid didn't move at all. He groped for a long time, and finally found the gap in the box, and used his long sword to pry it, but still could not open the box.

It seems you didn't get his fate. Night Man said.

Destiny... Wuming suddenly realized.

He has already learned about the fate of stargazing from Serenia. Using the starry sky as a seal can provide powerful blocking capabilities.

I'm not destined to open the treasure chest? Wuming couldn't believe it, I was sent by the client.

Wuming thought about it with a sad face and looked at Ye Ren:

Is there anything you can do?

No, there is nothing I can do, there is nothing I can do, this is my fate. Ye Ren said.

Is there really nothing I can do? Wuming said, Do you have any clever ideas?

No.

Wuming asked tentatively:

Shall I coax it?

Yeren looked at Wuming and didn't know what to say.

Why don't you scold it? Wuming patted the box.

Okay, there's no point fighting against fate, you'd better leave. Yeren said.

How about that? Wuming refused, Do you know how much effort I put into getting here.

Wuming looked at the treasure box with disdain:

You little brat, do you think you have fate helping you and I can't do anything to you?

Wuming learned the destiny in stargazing from Se Lian, and also learned how to circumvent destiny.

He hugged the treasure box, exhaled loudly, and suddenly picked up the entire treasure box and carried it on his shoulders.

Wuming carried the treasure box, walked out of the chair temple, and waved to the night people:

Let's go, thank you for leading the way.

Watching Wuming carry the box, Ye Ren felt more and more weird about this man.

But she didn't hesitate, and just sat there slumped.

In one day, the eternal city of Nokron lost its two most important treasures.

Although the city has been lost and destroyed, it is still lamentable.

Yeren just hopes that he will not meet this unlucky man again in the future.

She thought this and saw Wuming walking back again.

What's the matter? Yeren couldn't help it anymore, There's nothing here, please leave quickly!

Wuming looked a little embarrassed and touched his helmet in embarrassment:

Um...do you know how to get out?

How did you get here? Yeren was surprised.

I jumped from the elevator. Wuming explained to Yeren, How do I get out now?

you ask me?

You who live here don't know better than me?

Yeren lost his temper and replied tiredly:

We are isolated here and there is no way out.

How can you build a road? How can there be such a point of no return? Wuming was dissatisfied.

Isolated from the world, do you know what it means to be isolated from the world? Yeren couldn't help but raise his voice, You came here to blame us yourself?

Then what should we do now? The nameless night shaker pretended to be pitiful, Send Buddha to the West.

Yeren's face was expressionless: You jumped in from the elevator, just jump out again.

It's too high, no way. Wuming shook his head, Besides, I have to take my employees away, so it can't be too difficult.

Then climb up. Night Man said, It shouldn't be very far from the surface.

Also... no. Wu Ming was embarrassed, When I came here, I took the upward elevator, and now the wellhead must have been blocked by the manhole cover. And I still have to hold the box with one hand, and I can't climb with the other hand.

Then you think about it yourself. Yeren ignored it.

Wuming thought hard for a long time and saw the pot on his waist.

Since this thing can transform, can it turn into something like a drill? Wuming asked Yeren.

Yes, yes, what do you want to do? Yeren was confused.

Do you think you can let him move on his own and dig through the surface?

Maybe. How long are you going to dig for? Hundreds of years?

Hundreds of years are too long... Wuming was discouraged, I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have been so anxious. If I hadn't been anxious, I wouldn't have jumped in before the construction was completed. If I hadn't If you jump in, you won’t be unable to get out...

Yeren also had a headache. If Wuming didn't leave, the people in the city would have to continue hiding.

She could only help Wuming make suggestions:

Perhaps you can ask the people of the ancestral spirit?

Then you have to help, I can't communicate with them. Wuming said.

Okay, okay. Yeren agreed.

By the way, ask them if they are willing to help me open a song and dance troupe. Wuming told Yeren, The salary is negotiable.

Leave here first. Yeren pushed Wuming away from the Eternal City.

The two asked all the way, but found nothing.

Whether it's the way out, or the performance of the cabaret.

It is true that some ancestral people are particularly tough and can climb up and down smooth cliffs and tall trees at almost right angles, but Wuming is holding a treasure chest and cannot use it.

How about... you stay by the entrance shaft. If someone takes the elevator, you can jump on it. Ye Ren suggested.

How long will it take? Wuming was in pain, And again, I still have to take others out.

You can't even protect yourself, why do you still care about others so much? Yeren was surprised.

I promised them. What a businessman values ​​is integrity! Wuming was unusually persistent.

Those little slaves were extremely weak and thin. Asking them to jump into the elevator was basically the same as asking them to commit suicide by jumping off the building, or the kind of suicide where they would not be able to reach the ground for a long time.

Wuming wandered around the area and never found a good way. However, he became familiar with the people of the ancestral spirit. He made friends much faster than Yeren.

Wuming's method of making friends is also very simple - don't fight back.

After being shot with dozens of arrows and smashed with hundreds of mallets, the people of the ancestral spirit accepted this iron-clad guy.

You have such a good temper. Yeren sat next to Wuming and rested.

During this period of time, she had been staying with Wuming, looking for a way to make this plague god leave.

There are very few people alive in my hometown. Unless I have no choice, I usually don't take action. Wuming said, The worst case scenario is to die.

Wuming smiled: Even if I have to fight, I still like to watch more of the enemy's battles. The martial arts that the opponent has honed throughout his life, the skills condensed with life, if you don't experience them, it would be a despicable waste.

Madman... Night Man whispered.

Wuming stood still: Huh?

Yeren said quickly: I'm not talking about you - what are you doing?

Wuming was squatting on the ground, fiddling with a few scarlet stones on the ground.

What is this? Wuming rubbed the stone and sniffed, Scarlet corruption?

That's formic acid stone. The Night Man said, It is made from the solidified venom of big ants. This kind of thing is often left where they move.

Big ant? Wuming asked, How big is it?

Yeren said: Let's put it this way, we will use it as a mount - eh...

Yeren and Wuming looked at each other, Yeren raised the corners of his mouth, and Wuming's eyebrows arched.

The two knew that the other party had come up with a solution.

Wuming asked: Can big ants climb trees?

No problem, it's okay to carry people up and climb upright. Yeren said, As for you, you are covered in iron, so you may be overweight.

I can use the magic of lightening. Wuming said, Where can I get big ants? Are they easy to tame?

It's very difficult to tame. Yeren poured cold water on Wuming, We have never actually tamed ants.

Are you all forced to do it by the overlord? Wuming frowned, I can do it, but those little slaves can't...

It's using charm. Night Man said.

You can actually enchant. Wuming was surprised.

I can't, but some people can. Yeren said, Maybe I can help you contact them.

No, just help me find ants. Wuming said, I can charm.

You can actually enchant. Yeren looked sideways, feeling chilled.

I still have a lot of surprises that you don't know about. Wuming clapped his hands, Quick, quick, go find the ants.

After sending the night man away, Wuming was thinking about something, fell into deep thought, and muttered to himself:

Charming...

There are not many ants here, but after mobilizing the Ancestral Spirit People, Ye Ren and Wuming himself to search hard, they still waited for a few ants to climb up on the edge of the cliff.

A few are enough. Wuming said, It's just a matter of running a few more times.

Wuming held the treasure box and sat on an ant as big as a horse. There were vines tied around his body, tightly tying him to the ant.

The ant's eyes are filled with pink, docile and docile.

Following Wuming's command, the big ant jumped onto a large tree trunk next to the cliff and climbed vertically along the trunk, as if walking on flat ground.

When Wuming stood under the Shivla River again, he was moved to tears.

He rode the ant back, this time climbing the rock wall, and returned to the upper level with the same success.

From now on, the cliff is the road.

Wuming used this move to prove the reliability of the ant. The other little slaves also sat on the ant, and were constantly moved below by the ant.

On the last trip, Wuming sat on the ant and asked the person that night:

Do you want to come along?

After walking together for a long time, Yeren is no longer so afraid of Wuming. She shook her head gently: Why should I go? This is my hometown.

Understood. Wuming looked at the ruined Eternal City, No matter how ruined it is, it is still home. It's good that you still have a home to go back to.

Don't you have a home? Night Man asked.

Ever since I forgot my name, I have no home. Wuming said, But any beautiful place can be my home.

You really don't have a name? Ye Ren said.

When the two were exploring, in order to facilitate communication, they also asked each other's names. Yeren didn't believe that Wuming didn't have a name and was just deliberately concealing it, so he was determined not to reveal his name. The two of them always called each other hey.

Why did I lie to you? We businessmen operate with integrity.

Wuming glanced at the false starry sky in the underground world:

Your scenery is pretty good, it can be developed into a scenic spot.

Trick people to come here to check in, and then be killed by the people of the ancestral spirit?

Haha, forget it then. Wuming said, Let's go.

Wait a moment. Yeren stopped Wuming, I've done you a lot of favors. You can also do me a favor - don't reveal the news here. You can't let the Supreme Will keep an eye on this place.

Supreme Will? Wuming was a little unfamiliar with this name.

He had only heard of this name from some faded people, but the information was so sparse that Wuming thought it was just some illusory belief.

It's best if you don't inquire about the existence of that thing - it won't be good for you. Ye Ren said, I just ask you not to reveal the news here to the outside world.

Okay. Wuming said, I have already investigated. Your place is very poor and does not allow tourism. There is no money to be extracted. I will not come again, and I will not ask others to come.

Thank you. Yeren's tone sounded like a sigh.

But there is an entrance well down here, so it can't stop anyone. Wuming said, If you change your mind, you can throw something down here. If you're lucky, I might be able to receive it.

Wuming directed Ant to take the little slave down, and he also picked up the treasure box and applied the magic of lightness to himself.

Wait a moment. Yeren spoke again.

Is there anything else? Wuming used gravity magic.

The Night Man said: My name is Amastasia - the Flower of the Stars.

Wuming was stunned and nodded:

Goodbye, Amastasia.