Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

In the underground cemetery, even before entering the cemetery, you can already detect an ominous feeling.

On the ground near the entrance of the cemetery, there was a thick yellow-brown liquid covering the ground. I don't know what kind of creature or thing left it.

This reminded Wuming of the yellow pus left when a patient with epilepsy bursts out of his eyeballs, or the filthy liquid that flowed out of the internal organs of an immortal when he was on the verge of death.

In short, full of ominousness and filth.

The smell of corruption and death had already rushed out from the crack in the door before entering the cemetery.

It's a pity that this horrible breath met a noseless master. Wuming was touched by the ugly breath and had no reaction at all.

He pushed open the door that sealed off the cemetery and entered.

Wuming usually doesn't like to enter cemeteries.

Although he could make money quickly by robbing tombs, Wuming was unwilling to disturb the deaths of those in the cemetery.

Even if he went to the cemetery, what he stole was the wealth of the person who built the cemetery, not the wealth of the buried corpse, such as his golden carriage.

Of course, this is related to another psychological shadow of Wuming - he is somewhat resistant to going to the cemetery.

Wuming put away the long sword, picked up a wooden stick, and tied a stone to the stick. Then he cast a spell to give the stone and wooden stick a light full of sacred aura, and lit a bright ball of light on his head. As a light bulb, it illuminated the surroundings brightly, and then reluctantly continued to move forward.

But the scene that made Wuming tremble and worry did not appear. The situation in the cemetery was much warmer than what he had imagined, which made him feel more at ease——

This cemetery is different from ordinary cemeteries. There are particularly many corpses, corpses piled on top of corpses, and carrion pressing on rotten flesh. A staircase surrounded by four sides continued to go down, and the smell of corpses in the middle surged into the sky.

If you carefully identify the corpses that have entered decay, you can vaguely see some features of feathers, scales, tumors and even tails.

Wuming was quite familiar with these characteristics. Even if he wasn't familiar with them, he could guess it when he saw the creatures lying on the pile of corpses that were not yet dead. On the pile of corpses, many hybrids were huddled together and breathing weakly.

These were the bodies of hybrids, some fat, perhaps the bodies of the Children of Omen.

Lying on top of the corpses was a layer of hybrids whose wings were obviously still plump. Some had lost their breath, while others were sleeping peacefully.

Among Wuming's employees, the hybrid is one of the veterans, helping him through many difficult moments, so Wuming is familiar with them all.

The hybrid that had turned into a corpse did not get up as expected, while the hybrid that had not yet become a corpse felt kind to Wuming. He was no longer nervous at once. He stepped on the pile of corpses with light steps, pus and slurry bursting out with every step, and happily moved forward to those hybrids like a child stepping through fish whites and pig bubbles.

Wake up. Wuming pushed those hybrids who were still breathing.

Most of the hybrids didn't react. They fell into a deep sleep, with a happy and peaceful smile on their hideous faces.

There were also some hybrids with particularly sensitive noses who couldn't stand Wuming's interruption and the overwhelming stench, so they were woken up by Wuming.

As soon as he woke up, he grinned and fumbled for a hatchet, ax, anchor, and sword from under An Mian's body, and was about to cut Wuming.

I'm a good person. Wuming felt aggrieved and slapped the hybrids over, I just disturbed your sleep, why are you so angry?

The hybrid was unwilling to give up, still grinning at Wuming, struggling and trying to continue attacking Wuming, very similar to the hybrid posture that Wuming had seen in Moen City.

Wuming had no choice but to raise his hand, and the pink atmosphere filled the cemetery, giving the hybrids a hint of pink ambiguity in their eyes, making them fall asleep.

Wuming moved the hybrids outside the cemetery and continued back, deep into the tomb.

If you encounter a hybrid, tie it back to the ground, and then continue deeper.

However, after searching for a long time, Wuming could not find the perfumer he was looking for. Instead, he found a lot of hybrids.

Where did it go... Wuming muttered impatiently.

He just went all the way to the bottom of the cemetery.

What are you doing?

Above Wuming's head, a voice shouted angrily.

Wuming was hypnotizing several hybrids and was about to carry them back when he heard a sound above his head and then felt a kind of wind pressure.

Wuming hurriedly led the hybrid to dodge, and a burly Son of Omen jumped from the sky and sat on the pile of corpses. The soup splashed all over Wuming.

The burly and fat Omen stood up with a big knife in his hand and put it on his shoulder:

Those little guys can't do anything to you, don't think you can get past me - what are you doing?

Wuming waited for the dripping soup to fall and wiped his helmet:

I was pulling them out of the cemetery - it turns out there are still living Sons of Omen. I thought they were all hybrids.

Why do you want to destroy their sleep? There was suppressed anger in the voice of the Son of Omen.

Is this... considered sleeping? Wuming looked at the piles of corpses around him, How do you like this? Although I know that people are free to follow their preferences, I still recommend that you go see a doctor.

This is a cemetery. The Son of Evil Omen reminded Wuming, And we came here just following the doctor's orders.

Yes, this is a cemetery. Wuming said, Those hybrids I cleaned out obviously do not meet the conditions for occupancy.

The Son of Omen didn't know how to answer Wuming for a moment.

You are pretending to be confused because you understand, right? The son of bad omen said in a deep voice.

I don't dare, I just think... your living conditions are too poor. Wuming said, The per capita housing area is not even half a square meter, right? Sleeping standing up? The life of the dead is also life, we can't be so perfunctory!

Wuming enthusiastically walked to the Son of Evil Omen with the body parts in his arms, took his arm kindly, and used light magic to create an illusion:

Look, this is the house I built next to Airei Church. The first phase has been delivered. Look, they are also mixed species. Our employees live in comparable places - Wuming stepped on the corpses under his feet, Compared to Your shabby place is much better, but your lighting is too poor and the structure is unreasonable...

Shut up! The Son of Omen was furious, Are you insulting us? I'm going to kill you——

Deep in the cemetery, in the room with big tree roots, the core of the cemetery that is sealed off by mechanisms, perfumer Trisha is sitting with a hybrid with red hair and a somewhat lion-like appearance.

The lion hybrid lay peacefully on Torisha's lap, leaning against the perfumer's heavy apron, breathing evenly.

Trisha held a snuff bottle and shook it under the lion hybrid's nose. The mist overflowed from the bottle and was inhaled with the even breathing of the lion hybrid. With each inhalation, the lion hybrid's breaths became longer and his body became more relaxed.

Trisha hummed a simple song and massaged the lion hybrid's body.

The machine door was knocked open, and the Son of Omen's plump body crashed through the thick stone door. His round body rolled all the way to Trisha before stopping.

The lion hybrid woke up instantly, and looked towards the door with Trisha. A knight's helmet was peeking in from the door, and Trisha and the others were also seen.

Wumingyi clapped his hands:

Hey, I found it, double happiness.

One thing was that I was happy that I had found the perfumer I was looking for, and the other thing was that Wuming no longer had to look for the agency.

Wuming suddenly realized that he didn't want to go to the cemetery, not only because the cemetery was eerie, but also because the mechanism was too annoying.

Wuming looked at the perfumer and asked, Are you Trisha?

I am, who are you? The perfumer stood up, ran his fingers over the spice bag at his waist, replaced it with a combat spice bottle on his fingertips, and looked at Wuming warily.

If Trisha was still wary of Wuming, the half-breeds and the Sons of Omen who were woken up were completely hostile. They both picked up their swords and roared directly towards Wuming.

After a while, they all flew back.

Wuming held a purple pyroxene in his hand, and the light of gravity magic emerged around him, like ocean waves, centering on himself and spreading outwards.

No matter how hard the Son of Omen and the lion hybrid charged, they could not break through the high wall of gravity and get close to Wuming.

Wuming ignored the bad omens and hybrids that kept attacking him, and looked at Trisha through the high wall of magic:

I have no name or surname. I am a person who has lost my past. You can call me Wuming. I am now a businessman and I came here specifically to see you, sir.

Businessman... Trisha said, Have you come to the cemetery to purchase goods?

Wuming laughed: How could you think so——

He is a personal trafficker! The Son of Omen interrupted Wuming and angrily shouted, He kidnapped many hybrids out of the tomb!

Human traffickers, come to the cemetery to purchase goods? Wuming said, Don't make trouble.

All hybrids are born slaves. Trisha said calmly, Are you a slave trader?

Slave trader? How can I be a slave trader? Wuming said, The efficiency of slaves is very low. After all, they are already slaves and cannot get worse. There is nothing to lose, and there is no enthusiasm. No matter what slaves do, Everything belongs to the owner, so they can take advantage of it.

Wumingyi clapped his hands: I have always hired people, distributed them according to their work, and worked as much as they could. I fully mobilized their enthusiasm and worked overtime voluntarily. Although the daily workload is several times more than that of slaves, they are all happy. !”

Sounds more outrageous than a slave trader, Tolisha said.

It's better than letting them lie here waiting to die, right? Wuming was dissatisfied, You are the one who is outrageous.

Trisha frowned on her face wrapped in a heavy headscarf:

What on earth are you doing here?

I heard that you are an expert on how to cure evil signs of hybrids. Wuming said, I came here to ask for your advice and your results.

What do you want this for? Trisha asked, It's all useless knowledge.

There is no useless knowledge. Wuming said, Even if you fail, at least you can help me clear mines and tell me which roads are blocked, so that I can save energy and find a better way.

A better way?

Wuming nodded: I want to try to cure the evil omen of hybrids.

Cure the evil omen of hybrids...what's your plot? Trisha asked.

Of course it is to liberate these laborers. Wuming said, I have discovered a long time ago that although the appearance of hybrids and bad omens is not accepted by the golden people, their bodies are very strong and their mental development is also quite good. And his body is very strong; even though he is a slave, his body is very strong!

Wuming pointed his thumb at the hybrid and the Son of Omen who were still attacking his gravity magic:

The body is very strong.

This sentence suddenly aroused a chill in them, and they all stopped their attacks, moved away from Wuming, and stood behind Trisha.

So you have to find them as laborers. Trisha concluded.

I don't just want them. Wuming said, I want you too.

This time Trisha also took half a step back: What do you mean?

You are a good person. Wuming said.

Trisha didn't understand even more.

Wuming continued: You are a good person, a well-respected herbalist. Although your strength is average and you have no power, your social influence is very good. I want to open up sales in the Asian world, and I need your image and good reputation. Nice Mr.—I need your good name.

Trisha shook her head slightly: Your purpose is really naked, you don't hide it at all.

Will you believe me when I give you some high-sounding reasons? Wuming said, Anyway, people will only believe what they want to believe. The real reasons are not important, as long as they can convince you.

You say that...how can I believe you?

Wuming said: You can only rely on faith now - you can't prove it, you just have to see if you are willing to believe it. In other words... are you willing to take a gamble and take a gamble on whether you can find a cure for the bad omen? Method.

Wuming saw that none of the three people rushed forward again, put away the pyroxene and gravity magic, and continued: I am also betting on whether you still have the courage to see if you will completely admit defeat - relying entirely on the method of the bad omen hunter. In terms of method.”

Faith... Trisha's mouth was full of pain, We have no faith for a long time. The great golden tree's legs keep giving birth to bad omens, and during the war, the royal city sent us doctors to participate in the war... Faith is too ethereal, I I need evidence. Why should I trust you to let me find a cure for the bad omen? Do you have any secret method?

Wuming scratched his head: The secret method to cure bad omens? If I had it, why would I want to find you? I definitely don't have a clue.

Then why should I give up the current method and let them continue to suffer? Trisha said.

They look... weird. Wuming looked at the lion hybrid and the son of bad omen, I have no way to make these monsters return to normal people, and I can't think of any way to make them recover. But I have That’s how ordinary people turn into monsters.”

Trisha and the three of them were confused at the same time.

Wuming stretched out his finger, and a twisted and ominous flame rose from his fingertips.

I can create creatures that are more twisted than the Omen hybrid. Wuming said, Maybe you can find a way to reverse it by studying the birth of monsters?

Trisha's eyes reflected the twisted flame on the tip of her ring finger:

Is that epilepsy?

Who knows, Wuming said, But it's just as chaotic and as unknown as epileptic fire, and it will give birth to sad creatures.

Trisha thought for a while: Not to mention whether it is feasible or not, even if you can really actively create bad omens and spread curses - you want to cure the defilement by creating defilement?

I think it's only half as good as using physical methods to solve the contamination problem. Wuming said calmly.

Trisha hesitated: Let me think about it.

Wuming nodded, faced the three of them, and slowly retreated out of the door.

When he reached the door, Wuming stopped again and stared at the three people of Trisha.

When I see you guys, I always think of my teacher. Wuming said, The teacher who taught me this unknown power will suffer from it all my life. There is nothing she can do about it, but if there is a chance, I want to You see here the day when the monster returns to normal.”

Nameless extinguished the flame:

Listen to my advice. Even if you really want to stick to your method, you should let them die outside the cemetery - and then transport them inside the cemetery. The environment here is too bad.

I can't help it. Trisha said, You are not the only one who wants to stop me. I can only hide here with the ominous hybrids and wait for death here.

Oh? Do you have any colleagues? Wuming's eyes turned fierce, Is there anyone else who wants to compete with me for labor? What price does he offer you? I'll pay double.

He's a man wearing a sun badge, Trisha said.

Sun Badge?

The nameless and ferocious eyes melted in an instant, widening and shining like a big cat with round eyes.