Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Menggert promised Wuming a few days of grace, and then left the caravan.

Lance Sanks followed Menggert with a playful expression:

It seems you still don't want to kill the kid.

Menggert said: It's just because there are more important things, and I need the power of the businessman. Spreading blasphemous curses is more harmful to the Golden Law than that child.

Lance Sanks said:

Don't think that I don't understand anything about the Golden Law. Whether it's the curse of bad omen or the child, the taboos they commit are the same. Even if Wuming wants to promote those births that are not controlled by the golden tree, the level of taboos It’s probably more serious than spreading a curse.”

Lance Sanks beats the hard horny body of Mengt:

My heart is still very soft.

She reminds me of when I was a kid, Mengt said. She reminds me of my brother.

Do you have a younger brother?

Also a son of an evil omen. Menggert said, Although I am also a child of the curse, I may be the type of person who can only feel the pain of the curse more deeply through others. Seeing my brother suffer because of the evil omen makes me It made me understand more deeply the blasphemy of bad omens.”

Hey... where is your brother now? Lance Sanks was curious. She seemed to realize something and suddenly covered her mouth, It can't be... I'm sorry.

He's not dead, he's alive and well.

Oh, I'm even more sorry.

Menggert said: But he is different from me. He is more lively... not even lively. I can't understand what he is thinking.

I can see that I don't understand what you said. What does it mean to be lively and not lively? Lance Sanks scratched his head.

We were all imprisoned in the sewers at the beginning. He liked to run around, but he didn't like to share the things he discovered with others. He was so confused that I didn't know what he was thinking.

The children of the Jin family are quite unique. Lance Sanks said, What is your brother's name?

Monger.

Cabaret, next to the coprophag's prison car.

The man in black robe leaned on the wheels of the prison van and sat comfortably on the ground.

The man in black robe said: You rejected the Blood Dynasty, why?

Why do you always come to me? The coprophag's gnashing voice expressed annoyance, How many times? Four times? Five times?

Because love, love is very important. The voice of the man in black became softer. You are obviously bathed in love, but you are becoming more and more unhappy. Why? You can't see those people liking you. ?

Love... hahaha, it's all farts. said the copro-eater. You are all hypocritical guys, you are not as real as a piece of shit. Those people don't value me, they just don't dare to resist. The same goes for you, you guys They all have other purposes. They give high-sounding reasons for their use and cover up their desires with righteousness.

Don't be so impatient. The man in black robe said, I am not your enemy——

The man in black robe looked in one direction.

The dung-eater followed and saw the sound of gold and iron interlacing with armor. Looking back, I found that the man in black robe had disappeared.

Appeared around an unknown corner and walked to the prison van.

Another body desecrated by the Bad Omen Corner appeared. Wuming got straight to the point.

The coprophag sat cross-legged in front of the iron fence without saying a word.

Please cooperate and don't pretend to be asleep. Wuming patted the iron fence.

The coprophagian said slowly in a low voice:

What, are you taking me somewhere again?

Don't pretend, I know someone from the Blood Dynasty has contact with you. Wuming said, Why didn't you tell me last time?

Why do you want to say that? asked the copro-eater.

You said, I can give you a holiday. Wuming said.

Have a holiday?

You have been singing day and night. I know you are very tired, so I want you to rest your voice. Wuming said, How about it?

What if I don't tell you?

Wuming thought for a while: There are people out there who are hunting powerful people. Do the powerful people know what they are? They are rich people. Those are all potential customers.

The dung-eater sneered, seemingly dismissive of the nameless reason.

Wuming continued: Since they keep dying, I have to make money from them while they are still alive.

Wuming announced: Then let's do a 100-day tour and sing continuously for 100 days!

He knocked on the iron bars of the prison van:

Don't worry, the free vacation will be made up for you later - when all those powerful people are dead, you can rest as long as you want.

The dung-eater looked at Wuming calmly, unmoved, and said:

I will sing if you ask me to? Do you think I am your employee?

Wuming suddenly froze: Isn't it?

He covered his helmet and said, Ah, what a mistake.

The Coprophagians have been making money for him honestly, but Wuming has really forgotten that the Coprophagians have never cooperated with them.

This guy is willing to sing here now simply because this guy is too aggressive. As long as the words are reversed, it is more docile than a sheep and much better than Serui.

But Wuming has such a tough attitude now...

He secretly glanced at the coprophag, who simply lay down in the prison car:

Go away and don't disturb my peace. I won't sing a word to you.

Wuming left in disgrace, feeling as if he had seen a money tree accidentally burned down.

Why did you provoke him? That guy is not afraid of death. It's troublesome to coax him well. Patch said to Wuming.

The murderer has not been found, and the cash cow is gone. He has not fulfilled his promise to Menggert. What if he insists on driving Magri and the others away? Wuming covered his face.

Can't you move the entire caravan to the lake area? Patch teased him.

There is no other way. Wuming looked up at the golden tree, Of course we still have to fight for the big money tree of Yatan.

Wuming thought for a while:

I'm going to find a professional to help.

Professional?

Wuming didn't say much, left the song and dance troupe, and took out the projection disc at the same time.

A strong man suddenly jumped out from the side of the road, holding a giant sword, and rushed towards Wuming.

Wu Mingzhengfan didn't care which family came to rob the house, he picked up his shield and rushed directly in front of the strong man. The strong man had no time to react. Before he could raise the giant sword in his hand, the shield was already printed on his face.

Wuming slapped the strong man with a shield and flew directly out of sight.

Reactivating the disc, Wuming said:

Serui, pick up Baizhi for me.

You rare visitor, New Round Table, why do you condescend to come to Old Round Table?

In the Round Table Hall, Sir Gideon Ofnir of Bai Zhi personally welcomed Wuming's arrival in a smiling tone.

You can also come to my place. Wuming muttered.

I like to deal with important matters in the Round Table Hall, where I can guarantee that they will not be eavesdropped. Sir Baizhi said.

Gideon suddenly realized and smiled:

Oh, by the way, what's even more strange is that the new round table actually relies on the old round table. Hasn't it already replaced us?

Stop talking nonsense, intelligence chief. Wuming said, Please help me find a criminal, will you do it?

Where's the reward? Sir Bai Zhi also directly entered the topic.

Blessing King, do you know who he is? Wuming said.

The former King of Rodel, blessed Menggote? Baizhi said.

You actually know. Wuming was surprised.

The name of King Rodel is not a secret. Bai Zhi said, But the Blessing King is very mysterious and has never shown his face.

I know his true face and his location. Wuming said, How about exchanging this for him?

In exchange for the news from a demigod, it seems that the favor I need to help is not small. Sir Bai Zhi said.

Wuming was stunned: So it turns out that you can exchange it without the demigod news? I thought you were only interested in the demigod news. Then can I exchange it for the news that is not a demigod?

No. Bai Zhi said.

Okay, help me track down a murderer. Wuming said, I suspect he's from the Blood Dynasty.

Blood Dynasty? Baizhi became interested, Tell me all the information you have.

Wuming told the news about the black-robed man who was in contact with the Coprophagous Man and the death of Magli's neighbor in as much detail as possible. Except for the news about Yeren, Wuming had no reservations.

Baizhi thought for a moment and asked:

You know where the Blood Dynasty is. What grudges did you have with the Blood Dynasty before?

That's a long time. Wuming briefly talked about his grudges with the Blood Dynasty.

Momochi would occasionally ask for details.

You said that you once caught a bloody finger, but he was let go for no reason. Bai Zhi said.

Yes. Wuming said, I still haven't found anyone who let him go.

Hmm... Bai Zhi thought for a moment, Interesting.

Can you catch the murderer? Wuming asked.

Baozhi said: You want to protect the child.

I want to protect the possibility of birth. Wuming said, I came here to ask you by the way. Didn't you say you could contact the Golden Tree last time? Is there any way to register the child?

Then you have to ask Granny Enya. Sir Bai Zhi said.

Sir Baizhi took Wuming to Double Finger's room and met Double Finger.

Oh, two living fingers. Wuming said.

Have you never seen it? Bai Zhi said.

Hmm... um... Wuming hesitated and nodded slightly.

This is Granny Enya. Baizhi said and introduced Wuming.

Untie your fingers, old lady! Wuming looked at Enya's outfit and exclaimed.

Jie Zhi Enya chuckled:

It seems that you have met other Zhizhi outside.

Wuming nodded: There is someone who helped me a lot.

Unlike those Jie Zhi who have lost their two fingers, Grandma Enya still serves her two fingers and has more powerful power. Bai Zhi said, The communication with the golden tree is through the power of Grandma Enya.

Wuming was in awe, although he didn't understand much.

Wuming asked respectfully:

Can a person's soul be recorded by a golden tree?

He wanted to incorporate a baby into the Golden Law so that his soul would be carved and remembered by the golden tree. Bai Zhi explained.

Enya suddenly realized: No wonder you came to me so anxiously that day to learn the skills of midwifery. It turned out that you were going to deliver babies to others. Little Gideon, you have accumulated good deeds.

Wuming glanced sideways: Are you here to learn? Those things that I co-authored to teach perfumers are all learned and sold now, Bai-zhi-jue-shi.

Sir Bai Zhi coughed:

Knowledge is knowledge. Our deal has been completed. You should focus on the current matter first.

Wuming tortured Sir Baizhi with his eyes for a while, and then finally looked at Jie Zhi Enya.

So is it okay? Wuming asked.

Enya said: No.

No? Wuming was a little disappointed.

Enya said: Unlike carving an existing soul, incorporating the soul into the golden tree requires quite high authority. Only Queen Malika herself has this authority.

Queen Malika...why is she so strict about giving birth to a child? Wuming complained.

I'm sorry, the old woman is useless. Granny Enya chuckled, How about I help you carve something?

Wuming shook his head, he didn't want anything, and Enya couldn't get the criminal out of him.

What is the principle behind the carving of this golden tree? Wuming was a little curious, I was curious when Baizhi brought me those household registrations.

It's a kind of manifestation. Enya moved her body and pressed her hand on the wall behind her.

A golden light shone on the wall, and the solid wall became sticky, as if liquefied, and a pustule bulged out, like a tree tumor.

Then the bulging pustule became more clearly differentiated, sharp-edged, and began to change color.

Soon, the pustules turned into two axes.

Young man, did you drop this Storm Eagle Ax or this Highland Ax? Enya said with a smile.

Interesting. Wuming took two axes and observed them carefully.

The ax has fine texture and solid texture. The handle and the ax blade are not the same material. This is not a simple simulation.

I see, it's a bit like a smelting furnace. Wuming understood a little bit, It can reproduce the items in the memory. As long as the memory is complete, it can even be resurrected.

That is the essence of eternity. Life is endless, the soul is immortal, it just changes. Enya said, The corpse turns into maggots, turns into soil, and then returns to the golden tree.

Wuming nodded and said to Baizhi:

Anyway, I leave it to you. Our transactions so far have been quite pleasant. Find the murderer as soon as possible.

Baizhi followed Wuming out of the round table hall. He said that he would come in person so that the investigation of the case would be more efficient.

He ran to Yatan and then separated from Wuming.

After they separated, Baizhi did not rush to the place where the body was found. Instead, he walked in the direction of the song and dance troupe unhurriedly.

Go all the way to the front of the prison van.

It's really lively today, said the copro-eater.

Baizhi said: Long time no see, copro-eater.

What are you here for? said the Coprophagian. Everyone in the Round Table Hall is very quiet. They shouldn't come to talk nonsense with me, right?

Wu Ming entrusted me to investigate those murder cases and find out who was spreading the omen curse. Baizhi said.

The dung-eater glanced at him.

Bai Zhi said: Although that guy is powerful, he is not smart, or he is too ignorant. He didn't see such an obvious result.

Looks like you've found it, said the Coprophagian.

It seems that the murderer will receive justice. Baizhi said.

Justice? the coprophagist spat, That businessman is here to make money, and you, you are only here for the Big Rune. That businessman is at least more real than you.

The dung-eater asked: What benefit did the merchant give you? A big rune?

It's just news from the demigods. Bai Zhi said, The place where Menggote is blessed.

It turns out it was just news about him. said the Coprophagian, Humph, that traitor.

Do you know Mengt?

Isn't that the ominous demon? said the Coprophagian, the guy who hangs out with the blonde woman.

Baizhi rubbed the ball on the scepter:

Unexpectedly, there is an unexpected surprise.

To be driven by such cheap information, you ridiculous guy, said the Coprophagian.

The news from demigods is always precious, and there is nothing cheap about it. Bai Zhi said, It's you who don't understand the preciousness of information.

Is it precious?

Baizhi said: I came to you, including keeping you at the Round Table, because I knew that you had been to the royal city and learned about Menggert. This was information that could have saved your life, but you threw it away casually. ”

You are only willing to let your men die, so you will never find the Holy Tree. said the Coprophagous Man.

You found it? Bai Zhi said.

Is it hard to find?

Baizhi was shocked: Did you really find it?

Ah, Sir Baizhi. The dung-eater said with disdain, They claim to be elites and think they are smart, but they cannot understand the guidance of blessings.

Baizhi clenched the iron fence tightly and shook it suddenly, but the prison car was unmoved, and neither was the feces-eater.

Baizhi let go of his hand and adjusted his sleeves:

What's the use of finding the Holy Tree? There's no point in going to the Holy Tree. I already know Mikaela's location. 'Holy Tree' Mikaela is not in the Holy Tree.

What about the Valkyrie? said the Copropeater.

Bai Zhi was silent, and after a moment, he slowly spoke: Give me the information about the Holy Tree and Marlenia, and I will set you free, how about that?

Being shackled without knowing it, a prisoner still wants to set others free. The dung-eater sneered and ignored Baizhi.

Baizhi stared at the copro-eater and said nothing for a long time. The anonymous summons came.

Is there any progress? Wuming asked.

Baizhi held the disc in his hand, took a deep look at the coprophag, and said:

The murderer has not been found yet.