Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Wuming sat on the edge of the cliff, meditating for a day with the statue of Luo Zesi, and finally came to a conclusion——

He couldn't think of anything and decided to brainstorm ideas.

Wuming turned around and found that half of the caravan was gone.

Those who didn't were all soldiers.

All the faded ones were gone, and only a few faded ones such as Faded Fu Dajiao remained in place to accompany him.

Where are the people? Wuming was shocked.

Let's go. Patch said, The Faded One is very busy. He has to hunt for the big runes and enter the royal city. It's a courtesy to help you defeat the golem, but it's a duty not to help you.

Wuming rubbed Pachi's bald head fiercely:

Then it's your duty to help. We don't have enough combat power now, what should we do?

Patch's bald head became visibly shiny under Wuming's rubbing.

Isn't there also Latarn? Patch turned his eyes to the side, and the shadow of a mountain demon was reflected on his bald head.

Although the coffin carriage was damaged, the mountain monsters who pulled the coffin were safe and sound, following the large army without falling behind at all.

We've all forgotten about him. Wuming clapped his hands and ran over quickly.

As soon as Wuming ran to the side of the mountain demon, before he could stand still, the mountain demon spoke:

It's time for me to go, take care of yourself.

As he spoke, the mountain demon's body shook, and the illusion on his body dissipated. He pulled out the big nail on his chest and prepared to jump up and take off.

Are you leaving now? Wuming was dumbfounded, I brought you to Yatan, so why can't you share the trouble and help me?

Going to the Asian Altar is the condition you promised. Latane said, How can I help you?

You are a demigod. You are too proud to intercede with Rodel. Wuming said.

It's true that General Ben has attacked King Rodel's city before, Latarn said. Rodel's soldiers probably don't want to sell my face.

Ratan said: And have you forgotten why I came to Yatan?

Avoiding your mother? Wuming said.

It's star chasing, Latane said. Who is my idol?

Ge Fulei. Wuming recalled.

Latarn nodded: And Godfrey is the king of the Golden Dynasty, and you are the Faded One. If we can't keep it together, we may become enemies.

No... Wuming covered his face in pain.

The power of demigods, the power of demigods, is most vividly reflected in Latan. Neferi had a headache at first, but a quarter of the lords' coalition army was destroyed by a meteorite pulled by Latan. The most important thing is that Wuming also relies on Latarn to provide a steady stream of meteorites. If he becomes his enemy, he will be in trouble.

Wuming felt that Latarn must be kept.

So, you chase stars because you admire Godfrey. Wuming said, Then you should do something to attract Godfrey's attention.

for example?

Such as the entire meteorite smashed through the royal city. Wuming said, Gefulei will definitely look at you with admiration.

It will indeed be impressive. Latarn nodded in agreement with Wuming, It's a pity that I can't do it. If I could just pull the meteorite to smash the city wall, the royal city wouldn't have been unable to be captured back then.

Latarn said: Have you forgotten? I can only affect the trajectory of the meteorite, or jam it before it can continue its power, but it is too difficult to pull it down freely and decide the landing point.

General Broken Star shook his head: It depends on luck.

When Wuming saw that Latarn wouldn't let go, he had no choice but to stop trying to stay.

It stands to reason that with your fighting power, even if you can't directly break through the city wall, you should be able to win the battle. Wuming said, With such outstanding personal strength, is there anyone in the royal city who can stop you?

From Wuming's observation, too strong personal strength will bring great psychological pressure to the enemy, which can easily lead to a rout.

Yes. Latarn looked at the majestic golden tree in the distance, There is a bad omen and a ghost. It is very evil and hard to guard against.

Ominous ghost? Wuming always felt that it sounded familiar, I saw it when I first entered Stone City.

It's not surprising that that guy appears anywhere, Latarn said. He will disguise himself as anyone and approach you, catching you off guard. Maybe the attendants around you and the golden people on the roadside will be him.

Wuming recalled: I remember that he can condense his body into clones, and his true body may be very strong.

There are heroes like this in Bad Omen. Latarn lamented. I don't know how many characters are hiding in the royal city. It's not that easy to defeat. In history, the two-layered city wall of the royal city was only The outer layer was breached once.”

Who is so powerful? Wuming said, Even the demigods didn't defeat him.

Dragon clan. Latarn replied, Since then, the sky has been tightly guarded by the royal city. It is still a bit difficult to fly over.

He stretched, moved his legs, did a deep squat, and then stood up: Let's go.

The light of gravity disappeared in a flash, and Latarn flew into the air on purple thunder and lightning, heading straight for the royal city.

Wuming's words to persuade Liu and his hands could not catch up with the purple lightning and plump figure.

The nameless hand stayed in mid-air, frozen for a moment, then put it down angrily.

He walked back to Patch and tapped his bald head.

It's all up to you. Wuming said, As soon as you mention La Tarn, he will leave.

Patch's head was shaking and his expression was cold:

You must be one of those kings in ancient times who felt that the gods were angry at the wrong time and they shouldn't fight when there was a solar eclipse during the war.

How could I be such a person? Wuming said, I am a king who was so angry when he saw the solar eclipse that he wanted to kill the gods.

Your Majesty, have you decided how to settle your people? Patch looked at the old, weak, sick and disabled people everywhere.

The old and weak are the immortals, the sick are the merchants, and the disabled are the demi-humans and hybrids who have grown too disabled.

The group of people looked at Wuming pitifully, waiting for the caravan's backbone to come up with an idea.

The coffin car was gone, and a large amount of their supplies and merchandise were gone. They thought they could camp wherever they wanted, but because they offended Rodel, they probably can't camp at will now.

Coffin carriage... Wuming murmured.

His eyes lit up and he remembered a place.

They fled north, which was leading to the place where Wuming first came up from the mine tunnel.

Wuming remembers that there were a large number of abandoned coffins there.

He had wanted to reuse those coffins before, but he didn't continue after encountering things like bloody fingers and volcanoes.

Now that there are so many people, it’s just the right time to get the car repaired and continue on the road.

There were so many coffins there that his people could even sleep in them temporarily.

Yes. Wuming said as he was told, he continued north with his men, found the trail, and then walked west to the place where the coffin was abandoned.

Boss, have you found a place to live? the businessmen asked.

RV! Wuming replied proudly.

When all the employees saw the nameless RV, they all fell silent.

Okay... okay. The businessmen looked at the sky that was about to get dark and decided to make do with it. Fortunately, the employees basically have nothing to avoid. After all, the composition of the caravan's employees is full of taboos and profanity.

Let me tell you, don't think that the coffin is bad. It is very comfortable to sleep in. I can sleep in it for a thousand years without waking up. Wuming said, preparing to lead the way and be the first to sleep in.

Wuming used his shield to dig into the large coffin lid on the upper part of the coffin, and then used it as a fulcrum to kick the shield violently, trying to open the coffin like a dung beetle.

It's quite strong. Wuming spit on his palm, lifted up a big stone on the roadside, stood on top of the coffin, jumped down holding the stone, and hit the shield hard.

The coffin board finally couldn't cover it anymore and flew out, revealing the dark space inside.

What am I talking about? Wuming turned back to look at the employee, It seems very comfortable at first glance. It's dark and the quality of sleep is good.

The employees all looked at Wuming, their eyes widened.

What's your expression? Wuming said, Boss, I was the first one to move in——

Wuming said as he prepared to step into the coffin. He turned around and saw a ferocious face that almost touched his helmet.

A huge, plump humanoid was placed next to a nameless face. The face seemed to be covered with goat horns, which had been cut off, leaving only some bloody broken roots.

At first glance, I thought it was some kind of monster. If it were an ordinary person, he might have run away screaming or stabbed someone with a knife. But Wuming just stared at the humanoid creature, waiting for the monster's next move.

To be precise, it is the language of waiting for monsters.

Wuming doesn't like to take the initiative to attack. He always waits for the other party to become hostile before striking back.

Although the thing in front of me looks as beautiful as cats and dogs raised by immortals, the possibility of its existence and consciousness cannot be categorically rejected.

Besides, even dogs can understand human nature, and cats can also speak human language.

The monster opened its mouth and really spoke:

What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you doing!

The monster stood up straight and stepped out of the casket.

A tall body stood in front of Wuming, casting a shadow over him.

Don't get me wrong, we don't have any ill intentions. Wuming raised his hands to show that he was not holding a weapon, We just want to find a place to live.

Why are you looking for a place to live and smashing up my house? The monster glared at Wuming, I was sleeping at home. Fortunately, I slept fast and woke up quickly, otherwise I would have shattered your appearance with this last blow!

Your appearance is equivalent to plastic surgery. Wuming said, This is your home? Why are you sleeping in a coffin?

Don't you also want to sleep in a coffin? the monster asked.

There's nothing we can do, Wuming said, The unlucky Golden Dynasty's golem didn't recognize us and smashed our luggage.

Then there's nothing we can do. The monster said, What can we do? It's not that we can't survive, who wants to live in a container? It's warm in the summer and cool in the winter, and there's an echo even if you fart. When it rains, you're lucky enough to have the raindrops at a good angle, so you can Sleeping on the hay in a circle of water basins; bad luck, the rain is heavier. It rains lightly outside and it rains moderately in the house, and it rains moderately outside and it rains heavily in the house. Sometimes the rain is really too heavy, and you can only hide outside and wait for the rain to pass. Find another way to pour water...

Although the monster is ferocious and terrifying, it speaks very loosely and eloquently.

Wuming also listened carefully and nodded in agreement from time to time.

Brother, I see you are also a miserable person. Wuming sighed, as if he understood the other person and could become his best friend.

You're going to demolish my house after such a miserable life! The monster cursed Wuming mercilessly and took out a big knife from the coffin.

The size of the big knife is no less than that of the big kitchen knife that eats women in Epileptic Fire Village, and is even simpler and heavier.

When Wuming saw the monster lifting the knife, he quickly jumped back, pointed at the monster and said, If you have anything to say, please speak up.

The monster ignored Wuming and raised the knife with a horizontal shot.

But it was slapped on the coffin, making an echo.

Wuming saw that the monster had no intention of killing him, so he continued to persuade: We don't know if this coffin has an owner. I saw that they abandoned it here, and I thought it was a trash can.

You said our house is a trash can? the monster roared, Even if it is true, you can't say it!

Along with the monster's roar, most of the coffin boards in the coffin cemetery moved, and monsters walked out in twos and threes.

They were all big-bodied and round-waisted, their bodies covered with wounds like cut horns, and they were all carrying heavy weapons.

The originally silent mass grave suddenly turned into a trap surrounded by powerful enemies, surrounding the caravan and constantly tightening the encirclement.

Just after escaping from the Rodel soldiers, they were surrounded by monsters again. Some employees cried.

The main ones crying were the immortals, who looked at the monsters and shouted bad omens.

Bad omen? Where is the bad omen? Wuming immediately looked around.

An enemy that can make Latarn feel troublesome. A single confrontation can probably kill or injure most of his men. Wuming doesn't dare to be careless.

These people are the children of evil omens. Melina approached Wuming, People who are stained by the cursed blood and have sharp horns.

Oh, it turns out it's a race. I thought it meant evil omen demons. Wuming felt relieved.

Kaidan mercenaries and hybrids stood in front, raising their weapons to guard against the monster.

When the monster in front of Wuming saw his companions coming out, he raised a long knife and placed it on Wuming's neck:

You guys are waiting to die.

We didn't mean it, we can compensate. Wuming said, If you don't mind making room for us, I would be more grateful.

There is a place that is very warm. The Son of Omen said.

That's a good feeling. Wuming said.

That's what's in our bellies.

Wuming's face fell: How come everyone likes to eat people? Are people so delicious? You are all so fat. If you eat too much, you may become a drowning pig.

Stop talking nonsense, you are demolishing our house, and you want to occupy the magpie's nest. We are already in such misery, and you still won't let us go. Let's fight with you! The son of bad omen said, and he raised his knife and started to chop.

Wuming took a wrong step and dodged the sword, then turned back sharply and put his hands on Melina's shoulders.

What? Melina shrank.

I'll leave this to you first. Don't get hurt. Give me some time.

You are really good at calling people, big boss. Melina said in a bad tone.

Wuming had already jumped on top of the coffin.

You're still stepping on my house! The son of bad omen's eyes turned red, I won't... let anyone trample on me!

The Son of Omen also wanted to jump on. Despite his stocky body, he jumped quite high. He was about to follow Wuming and jump onto the coffin.

Melina buried herself in the arms of the Son of Bad Omen with an afterimage, and used a force in her hand to send the Son of Bad Omen flying away.

Although she was reluctant, Melina still stayed by Wuming's side, wanting to see what he was going to do.

Melina glanced at the coffin and was so angry that she was almost hit by the Son of Omen's machete.

Wuming took out a few pieces of meat and skewered them on an iron fork. A fire rose from below, and spices were sprinkled on the meat.