Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

The underground eternal city, the Mongwen Blood Dynasty.

A teleportation array appeared, and a man walked out of it, screaming and gasping for air. His voice passed through his damaged lungs and made a shrill sound.

His whole body was covered in burns, and his original appearance was almost unrecognizable. One of his hands was only bones and was almost broken.

I don't know how long it took, Fan Lei also came to the Blood Dynasty through a portal, and saw the man lying on the ground, almost a charred corpse.

Fan Lei identified it and was a little surprised:

Dear Matan Evan, why have you become like this? Didn't you go to participate in the hunt?

Matan's vocal cords and mouth were burned, and he could not make a sound smoothly, so he could only breathe out hoarsely.

What happened? Fan Lei approached him and asked, An accident happened? Wuming is back? Did you lose?

Matan shook his head.

Fan Lei pinched his chin, his face under the white mask frowning.

He knew about the destruction of Airei Church, and Matan, the assassin genius, tipped him off.

Fan Lei originally planned to let Greg and Ailei Church fight, but he didn't expect that a cuckoo would come out halfway.

What's more, he didn't expect that the fierce man Ge Fulei would descend from the sky and wipe out all the cuckoos.

Although the process was full of twists and turns, completely beyond Fan Lei's expectations, the ending was very good.

Dujuan suffered heavy casualties, Stone City suffered heavy casualties, and Airei Church also suffered heavy casualties.

Blood Dynasty wins.

Fan Lei has already calculated the days and is preparing to harvest the blood roses.

The only regret is that Wuming was not there.

But this is not necessarily a good thing.

It is obviously more cruel to see the death of relatives and friends than to die oneself.

Matan even volunteered to hibernate near the church, preparing to remain anonymous.

When he returned to the church and witnessed all the tragic scenes, he assassinated him in despair.

But Fan Lei didn't expect that when they met again, Matan was already half a charred corpse.

Moreover, Matan's reaction was quite strange, and it seemed that the situation was much more complicated.

But now the bloody finger couldn't speak, and he couldn't understand the specific situation.

Fan Lei asked: Can't you speak?

Matan nodded, pointed at his throat, and held Fan Lei's shirt tightly.

He tried his best and finally uttered one sentence:

You are a doctor, save me.

Fan Lei sighed:

Okay, you lie down and I will help you with medical treatment.

Fan Lei covered Matan's eyes with a white cloth, took out a sharp dagger from his waist, and stabbed him into his heart.

Fan Lei stood up and threw Matan's body into the blood pool, which immediately attracted a group of blood-stained fine dogs to gnaw on it.

Fan Lei wiped the blood on the dagger with the corner of his clothes:

I have to see it myself.

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In a room, Wuming put Millicent on the bed and observed her physical condition.

Millicent's body was hot and she moaned unconsciously.

Wuming brought some water and dripped it into Millicent's chapped lips.

Sure enough, the temperature is still too high...

Wuming studied the prayer book and frowned.

The prayer book given to him by the mountain demon recorded the prayers of the flame monks.

This kind of prayer is learned by flame martial monks in their lives of monitoring flames and having to use them.

In order to ensure their respect for the flames, they will actively increase the destructiveness of the flames.

For example, this prayer that uses flames to heal the lesions in the body will cause the body to burn slightly.

As for how painful it would be to be burned by flames, Wuming knew very well.

He took a rag, dipped it in water and wiped Millicent's body, pinching her skin while wiping.

Even in a weak and febrile state, the muscles are quite tight. In terms of physical strength, she is probably no worse than Neferi. This is a body that looks thin but has been tempered for a long time.

Millicent had a body and a will, but when she was burned by the flames, she lost consciousness and fell off her horse.

How can ordinary people endure this kind of burning?

He stared at Millicent's painfully pale face and murmured:

The heat is not right, the temperature needs to be lowered.

Wuming noticed the beads of sweat on Millicent's forehead. He wiped the sweat away from Millicent and suddenly thought of an unpopular spell.

Wuming's eyes lit up and he shook Millicent:

Get up, apprentice, I've thought of another way. This method is simpler, with a lower threshold and less damage.

Millicent closed her eyes tightly and could only moan in pain.

Seeing that Millicent couldn't get up, Wuming put a wet towel on his shoulders, and his hands were dyed with flames:

Forget it, I'll do it myself.

He thrust the flame into Millicent's chest.

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When Millicent woke up from the coma again, she felt that the fire raging in her body had subsided and her body felt much more relaxed.

She also didn't expect that the movement of the flame in her body was no easier than that of Scarlet Corruption, and was even more explosive and fierce.

It was as if the flames in the body were having a fight with the scarlet corruption, or a mixed doubles match on themselves.

But Millicent still felt more relaxed, the flames finally won, and the scarlet corruption in her body seemed to be pressed into a corner, unable to move.

Scarlet Corruption is immobile, Millicent is about to.

She moved her body easily.

Then froze.

A familiar yet frightening heaviness covered his body.

It was a feeling of heaviness and restraint as the clothes got wet.

It's like the feeling of falling into a swamp and being soaked in scarlet, which is eating away at your body.

This time she woke up peacefully, without nightmares or the feeling of scarlet squirming inside her body.

But she was even more frightened.

She remembered the nameless warning before she passed out.

With this fear, Millicent turned her head and looked down.

The bed beneath me was wet and greasy.

A layer of yellow liquid spread out under him, covering the entire bed, with a bit of a fishy smell.

Millicent was suffocating.

what is this? Hit the mark? Is this the terror of fire?

This is not a suffering that is so heavy, nor is it so slight that it can be ignored, nor is it a pain that goes beyond the limit of endurance and will cause numbness.

To put it simply, it’s just embarrassing.

Millicent felt like she was going to cry.

If there wasn't anyone in the room, she might actually cry.

While he was observing the room to identify where he was, the door opened and Wuming walked in.

Are you awake? How do you feel?

I...I... Millicent was speechless and huddled in the quilt, not daring to move.

Don't you feel your body is more relaxed? Wuming asked.

Physically it feels a little lighter, Millicent said.

It's very heavy on the soul, she said to herself.

Wuming was very happy: That's good, I made you sweat so much in vain.

Millicent was stunned: Is this sweat on the bed?

Yes. Wuming said.

But...how can it be yellow? she said.

This is a folk remedy and a technique of using flames. Wuming said, Yellow sweat can cure all kinds of diseases and improve your resistance.

Millicent let out a sigh of relief:

It turns out to be sweat...

What do you think it is? Wuming asked.

I...I thought corruption was spreading, Millicent said.

She quickly changed the topic and looked around the room:

where is this?

Red Lion City. Wuming said, After you fainted, I quickly brought you to Red Lion City. The medicine here is complete, and there is a warm room, suitable for you to recuperate. You should take good care of yourself and strive to recover as soon as possible.

Millicent felt warm in her heart: Thank you.

I wanted to discuss a business deal with Red Lion, so I brought you over. Wuming said and stood up.

You need to rest for now. I have to continue discussing business. Once you have recovered well, we can proceed with the next experiment. When you take off the golden needle and can control corruption with flames, we will be completely successful.

Wuming waved his fist: The time has come to make big money.

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