Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Wuming sat on the coffin and barbecued happily.

Melina and the Children of Omens fought under the car.

After a while, the aroma of barbecue attacked the Son of Omen and the hungry and cold caravan indiscriminately.

Wuming picked up the red-hot iron fork, jumped off the coffin, came to the son of evil omen, and like a superb swordsman, stabbed the iron fork in front of the son of evil omen's nose.

The nameless hand moved and picked up, and hung a piece of meat on the horn of the Son of Omen - the small bud-like horn that had grown back from the cut horn.

Wuming was very fast and danced out afterimages, attaching pieces of flesh to the bodies of the nearby Sons of Omen, and those without horns were hung on their weapons.

The superb sword skills shocked the surrounding Sons of Omen, and for a while the attack of the Sons of Omen eased a bit——

Many of the sons of ill omens tore off pieces of meat, put them in their mouths, and began to bite them, eating fiercely.

Wuming smiled and handed the last piece of meat on the iron fork to the son of evil omen who had previously put a big knife against his neck:

Is a piece of barbecue enough to buy our lives?

The Son of Evil Omen hesitated for a moment, but lost to the attack of spices. He took the unknown roasted meat and started to chew it.

I can forgive you. The son of Bad Omen said vaguely, But you are not rich enough to be present.

It's okay. I saw a lot of goats on the way here, a lot of fresh meat. Wuming said, How about it, can you eat goats?

It's edible.

That's good. Bighorn sheep are much more delicious than us two-legged sheep. Let's let these four-legged sheep exchange our lives. Wuming said, I'll catch them right away.

The others have to stay as hostages.

No problem. Wuming said, I will stay as a hostage myself and leave the task of catching the sheep to my apprentice.

Wuming shouted: Apprentice! Where is my apprentice?

Here, here, here. Millicent raised her hand. A thin red-haired swordsman was fending off ten sons of omen with one hand at the same time. You Kong waved to Wuming. When he saw Wuming, he jumped up high, knocked away the surrounding omens like a cannonball, and crossed the caravan to come to Wuming.

The force of this gesture seems to be more powerful than barbecue. There are such powerful warriors among the enemies, and the evil omen around them are hesitant to continue fighting.

The Sons of Omen were vaguely aware that the caravan had not shown all its fangs, and their combat power had not yet been fully demonstrated.

The Son of Omen thought to himself: I didn't expect that this small caravan actually contains a powerful warrior like Millicent. He must be the general of this group.

Then I saw Wuming touching the general's head:

It's time to show off your knife skills - prepare the mutton slices while we cook the hot pot.

Okay. Millicent left like the wind and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Wuming sent Millicent to hunt sheep, while he continued to look at the Son of Omen: Please ask your companion to stop for a moment, otherwise it will be bad if you hurt my employees.

Millicent had just shown her hand, which shocked the Sons of Omen greatly. Now when they heard Wuming say this, even though Wuming's tone was sincere, they still felt a threatening tone.

Are you threatening me? The Son of Omen stared at Wuming.

Wuming smiled, with a hint of coldness and a hint of inscrutability:

We still have a chef. If you injure the chef, the feast will be greatly compromised.

The son of bad omen was silent. After a while, the son of bad omen said, Why is it boiled mutton?

You guys eat the meat, and we share the soup. Wuming said, Everyone is very tired, it's time to eat.

The Sons of Evil Omen thought for a while and finally put down their swords and axes.

Seeing that the fighting spirit of the Sons of Evil Omen disappeared, Wuming finally relaxed, raised his arms and shouted:

Cook, prepare to light a fire to cook!

The people in the caravan all looked at the gangster who was now wearing a chef's uniform, preparing to wait for the gangster's family's meal today.

The gangster's cooking skills are indeed very good. The unity of the caravan must be attributed to the gangster's cooking skills. At every meal time, the gangster becomes the hero of the caravan.

However, the gangster did not come forward this time. Instead, he shrank his neck when everyone stared at him.

The gangster said: ...Isn't this a bit too scary?

What's so scary about this? Wuming said.

Cooking for the Son of Omen... the gangster muttered, I'm a little afraid of being cursed.

The gangster's words were much more lethal than the nameless words, and the surrounding Sons of Omen suddenly fell silent.

To be precise, it was deathly silent. Their ugly faces showed no anger, and their fat and huge bodies were a bit timid.

Wuming looked at the reactions of the Sons of Omen and said to the gangster:

Aren't you afraid of being hacked to death by them?

I'm not afraid of death, the gangster said, but if I'm cursed, I can never return to the tree.

What is Guishu? Wuming asked.

The gangster's eyes widened: Boss, aren't you? You don't know what Guishu is?

I'm asking you a rhetorical question. Wuming said impatiently, Don't answer questions with questions.

The gangster answered with some uncertainty: It means returning to the embrace of the golden tree after death. Waiting for the call of the tree roots, waiting for the guidance of death, and returning to the golden tree.

Wuming said: The premise is that you have to die, right?

The gangster nodded.

That's fine. Wuming said, You cook well, but you can't die. Why are you worrying about this thing? You must be quick, otherwise you will be considered as slacking off this week and all your bonuses will be deducted.

The gangster reluctantly started work, preparing the iron pot and spark butterfly, and burning firewood for the fire.

After Wuming finished teaching the gangster, he turned around and saw that the sons of bad omen had returned to the coffin. They seemed not to be looking forward to any barbecue. In the night, the huge figure huddled up into a ball.

Wuming bent over and put his head into the coffin:

No? Are you really crying?

Which of your eyes saw me crying? The Son of Omen glared at Wuming.

The eyes of the mind. Wuming patted his chest, I have a lot of eyesight. I can feel that your hearts are bleeding.

Then it may be that the horns have grown into the heart. Bad Omen said, A few people die every month. When we cut the body open, we can see that the horns have grown inwards and been punctured by the internal organs. This disease of ours, the horns It’s not surprising that it grows everywhere, many people’s eyes have been poked in by the horns.”

Don't worry about it. Wuming said, My caravan is like nothing else. There are a lot of weird people. You guys are nothing. The cook has a special psychological shadow, so he is more sensitive to your bad omens. .”

No matter how strange it is, it can't be stranger than the bad omen. The son of the bad omen said, I know you are afraid of us, so there is no need to pretend to be nice and hide it. Leave. This is a rare place for us to live.

Don't be discouraged. Aren't you all just with a few horns on your body? Look at me, there are even those without bodies -

Wuming turned around, preparing to call Melina over so that the beauty, who at least looked delicate, could comfort these ugly strong men.

But she found that Melina was also standing a little far away.

Melina said: What they said is true. The blood of the Son of Omen is stained. It is indeed an unknown thing.

It's just unknown blood. Wuming disagreed, Millicent still has corruption in her body. It's not a problem.

Seeing that Melina still refused to approach, Wuming had no choice but to walk over:

Are you a soul still afraid of these things?

I'm not afraid, Melina said, but it's the truth. I don't want to comfort them with lies.

The blood of the Son of Omen has tainted qualities? Wuming was curious, What kind of taint method is there?

Those are the remaining traces of the furnace of life. Melina said, Combined with all living things, various characteristics will appear in people. Horns, scales, abnormal hair, tails, etc.

So it was inherited? Wuming said.

Melina nodded.

Why is it said to be a tainted trait? Wuming asked.

That trait will spread. Melina said, If you stay around the bad omen for a long time, your body and your descendants may also be infected with this curse. It will cause pain and death.

Melina looked at the Children of Omen sleeping in the coffins:

In ancient times, people liked to have sons of ill omens in sacrificial positions. People believed that such qualities were sacred.

The more I talk about it, the more cordial it becomes. Wuming said, But I probably know it well, no wonder you don't like it.

Melina said: It is close to the end of epilepsy - the starting point of all life - and it is normal for it to be regarded as a bad omen. In this era, bad omens are the most taboo stains.

Dianhuo. Wuming nodded, I understand if you put it that way.

After listening to Melina's explanation, Wuming returned to the coffin:

Friend, I want to discuss something with you.

What? asked the Son of Omen.

Divide the empty coffins between us. Since you have filthy qualities, you have to live separately. Wuming said, We won't be able to sit together for dinner later, so we have to separate. You go to the adults' table.

The Son of Evil Omen said: Do you still want to eat? Do you still want to divide our coffins? Do you remember eating or beating?

Wuming smiled: I'll have the strength to fight you again when I'm full. It's settled that we'll start cooking when my apprentice delivers the sheep.

As soon as Wuming said that, the sheep arrived.

There is an uphill slope from this mass grave to the place where sheep are strewn. Millicent is pulling a few logs to make rafts and transporting large piles of flesh and blood that have been finely chopped into mutton slices down the slope. come over.

Behind her, there was a woman.

Why did you bring a two-legged sheep? Wuming touched his chin and muttered, Two-legged sheep are not delicious.

When Millicent approached with the mutton and the woman, Wuming was a little surprised when he saw the woman's face.

He also knew this person, it was the woman he had saved from Bloody Finger when he and Pachi Dajiao went to the altar.

why you?

Why is it always you?

Wuming and the woman said in unison.

I visited the site last time, and this time I came with my caravan. Wuming said, What's wrong with you?

Wuming looked at Millicent: Is she being hunted again?

Millicent nodded: She was being chased by a bloody finger, and I saved her by the way.

Millicent described the bloody finger:

He is a silent dragon knight, covered in blood and armed with a double-headed sword. That bloody finger is very powerful. If she hadn't been reluctant to fight, it might have been a hard fight.

Wuming looked at the woman: So you like Blood Finger? Are you Blood Rose?

I am naturally beautiful. The woman squinted at Wuming.

Forget it, that's not important. Wuming said, The rescue fee is 2,500 runes. Thank you.

Why are there still some odd ones? the woman said, and why has the price increased? It wasn't two thousand runes last time.

It's also two thousand this time. Wuming said, But you don't have to eat before leaving? I charge you five hundred runes for a meal of mutton, which is cheap enough.

The woman was stunned and counted on her fingers:

My life is worth... four meals of mutton?

This is a discounted price. Normally it would be several times higher. Wuming corrected her, That means it's not even worth a meal.

You! The woman had a bad impression of Wuming. When she heard what he said, she stared angrily.

But I doubt you can afford this. Wuming shook his head and started to prepare food, You can just sit at the merchant's table -

A few scattered broken runes fell into Wuming's arms, interrupting his words. When Wuming put away the runes, he saw that the woman had arrived on the coffin with a gloomy expression, and seemed not to shy away from the child of ill omen in the coffin.

As long as you are happy, Wuming said, Then you can eat at the same table as Bad Omen.

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At the dinner table, although the businessman and the immortal were far away from the bad omen, the overall situation was not very clear.

The hybrids acted as a transition between the two waves of people. These Defilers, who were also cursed due to contact with the Forge, were in a similar situation to the Sons of Omen. They were also one of the oldest groups in the caravan, so they served as a good bridge for both parties. buffer zone.

The nameless Millicent and others sat on the side of the bad omen, eating mutton fearlessly as if no one else was watching.

We agreed to just drink soup? said the son of bad omen.

I'm the owner of a caravan. Isn't it normal for the boss to draw cakes? Wuming confidently picked up a few pieces of mutton and popped them into his mouth along the gaps in his armor.

That's what businessmen are like. The woman also spoke to the side, It's different from those faded heroes who aspire to become kings.

You don't even know my name, but you are very good at choking people. Wuming said, Once we met by chance, twice is fate. Let's get to know each other. My name is Wuming. What is your name? What do you do?

A despicable businessman does not deserve to know my name. The woman raised her head and did not look at Wuming.

So a big name? Wuming was displeased, What for? Don't look down on the caravan. I'm telling you, you better be a big name, otherwise I won't give you a preferential price.

I am a clergyman, the woman said proudly.

Clergy? Wuming was stunned, Similar to... a witch?

It's almost the same, but I'm more like a priest. The woman said, I guide and teach others.

The woman slapped her chest: In other words, she is my sister!

Wuming was in awe: Disrespect, disrespect - will you teach others to become witches?

I teach warriors, the woman said, I don't train soft and fragile witches like that - what's your expression?

Wuming could see the disappointment through his helmet.

It's nothing, I'm short of teachers now. Wuming said, You can train warriors, can you help me?

What can I help you with? the woman said. Don't think that just a meal can make me help you, a despicable businessman.

Wuming looked at the faded man who was eating not far away: There is a faded man over there, who is also a warrior who wants to be a king.

Hmph... The woman touched her chin and observed her husband, He has some talent and is worth cultivating.

That's great--

I didn't say I would help you, the woman said. Now it's my turn to get paid.

What do you want? Wuming asked.

The woman thought for a moment: Kill someone for me.

It's not the bloody finger, is it?

Who else could it be? He's so annoying that he chases me every day. The woman said, As disgusting as a blood fly.

Blood flies revolve around excrement. Wuming reminded her.