The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 158 My Sun Has Set

The rotten worms were basically driven back to Gai Lide by Wuming, and then a group of red lion knights came here to strengthen the smoked fire wall and teach the technology of fire nearby.

Seeing that the danger of the corrupt family has passed, the people in the city finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the relaxed and happy atmosphere in the city was restored. After a long siege, everyone who survived the catastrophe was reveling in carnival.

Wuming also stood on the city wall, singing loudly against the wind.

"Why do I feel that you like singing and dancing very much recently?" Hyde came to the city wall and interrupted Wuming.

"I'm really interested in this aspect recently." Wuming said, and sang again.

"I thought you were only interested in money." Hyde interrupted Wuming again.

"I'm really only interested in money. I think this thing can make money—can you stop interrupting me?" Wuming complained.

"Then have you ever wondered why I keep interrupting you?" Hyde covered his ears, "You don't have any artistic talent."

Wuming was dissatisfied: "Why didn't you cover your ears on the city wall before?"

"I thought that was art that bugs could appreciate."

Wuming saw Hyde clutching his forehead, looking like he was suffering from a migraine, it didn't seem like a fake.

He doubted himself a little: "Is it really that ugly? I don't have any artistic bacteria?"

"Probably some of the bacteria of corruption," Hyde said.

Wuming was hit, and sat down on the high wall decadently.

"There is a specialization in art." He sighed.

"Art is about expressing emotion and resonating," Hyde said. "You don't seem to have emotion."

"Why don't I have emotions?" Wuming yelled dissatisfied, and then whispered, "Maybe my emotions are relatively dull, after all, the senses are not very sensitive."

"Why, you are not only planning to contract the construction team, but also the singing and dancing team?" Hyde asked Wuming.

"Nefeli's plight has sounded the alarm for me." Wuming said, "With civilization and enlightenment, on the one hand, there are fewer goals for the soldiers to fight for. They have no goals and nowhere to vent, so they can only travel at the border. , looking for battle festivals. On the other hand, this will inevitably lead to the decline of warriors—what kind of business am I?"

"War mongers." Hyde gave his current impression of Nameless.

"In the beginning, I served the faded." Nameless said, "Ambition and mission, blessing and guidance, led them here."

Nameless rubbed his forehead: "But now, the junction is once again in a state of stagnation, and this is not going to work. The coldness of the lake area cannot keep suppressing the blood of the soldiers. They have not found the full moon for a long time, and they will definitely vent their emotions in other places. mood."

"You want to solve it through literature and art?" Hyde asked.

"Literature..." Wuming pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, it happens to be in the Wulin, I'll go and settle the matter quickly."

"What are you doing in the foggy forest?" Hyde asked.

"Eternal City." Nameless said, "I'm going to get something, you pack up and get ready to go home."

Wuming jumped off the city wall and walked towards the foggy forest.

After unraveling the siege of the fog forest, he can finally go to see the progress of the construction of the ladder over the Eternal City.

The entrance well of the Shifra River, from which the corrupt relatives return to Garide, the magic elevator in the entrance well is still covered with sticky white worm silk, step on it and lift your feet to draw it.

Wuming is more interested in the magic elevator going down the well than worm silk.

There are grooves on the edge of the circular manhole cover-like platform, and the star-like magic flow forms a rope to control the manhole cover to descend slowly.

After a long landing, the manhole cover finally stopped, and Wuming came to another underground world.

After taking this long elevator in person, Wuming understood why the bugs didn't want to come here.

I'm afraid they are huddled together and hugged on the manhole cover, and it takes hundreds of trips up and down to transport those bugs, not to mention the hardships of the underground journey.

Wuming looked around, and it was the same as the report of his subordinates - this place is obviously underground, but the stars are shining brightly, and the starlight is more abundant than the lake area.

Near the entrance well, there are many tents and construction equipment of the employees, as well as the traces left by the bugs when they traveled.

Wuming took out the map, checked the direction, and searched for the place Lani gave.

From the map, the place where Lani asked Wuming to go was near the mouth of the well, but following the guidance of the map, he saw a cliff.

Soaring to a cliff that can't be seen at a glance.

Nameless grinned, feeling a little tricky.

This height is probably more exaggerated than the cliff over Stonewell.

Seeing the cliff, Wuming felt that he had taken it for granted.

It might be too difficult to open up a ladder with manpower to go to the underground eternal city designated by Lani.Even with the help of gravity magic, it is too difficult.

"No wonder there has been no progress for so long." Wuming murmured.

"No, you can't work so hard." Wuming made a decision, "We need to optimize the plan, otherwise the cost will be too high."

He compared the map, circled around the cliff, and thought about ways to climb the cliff.

Wuming pondered, and hummed: "Hmm...um~"

The deep voice resonated, shaking the nameless helmet.

Suddenly a sense of déjà vu arises spontaneously, like a bolt from the blue, hitting his helmet.

A real thunderbolt hit his helmet, sharp and sharp.

A long arrow pierced Nameless's helmet, and the arrow shot out from the other end of the helmet.

But Wuming, whose brain was punctured, did not fall down. He turned to look at his attacker.

A brawny man wearing a big horn ornament stood in the distance, his face was painted with lacquer painting, his body was dressed in primitive animal skin and leaves, and he held a horn bow in his hand.

Wuming suddenly realized: "It's those corner people."

Another reason why the unnamed employee is progressing so slowly in the dungeon is that there is a group of natives blocking him here.

These people dress primitively and like bone products very much. The employees don't know the details of these people, so they call them Jiaomin.

In order not to be attacked, the employees abandoned all metal products and turned to primitive wooden sticks and bone products for survey work, which naturally reduced the efficiency a lot.

Wuming thought that these people would stay away because of the bugs passing through the border, but he didn't expect that they were still nearby.

"Aren't these people afraid of corruption..." Wuming murmured.

He was watching the aborigine, and the other side had already drawn his bow and shot again.

This time Wuming stared at the opponent, and he would not be attacked again. His rich experience allowed him to judge the moment of the opponent's shot. Wuming moved his body sideways at the moment the bow and arrow were released.

Then the arrow on Wuming's head became two.

"Huh..." Wuming was surprised.

The speed of the long arrow on the opposite side exceeded his imagination, and more importantly——

"Will follow?"

He pulled out an arrow from his head and observed the body of the arrow.

There is no metal on the body of the arrow, it is made of twig fangs and feathers.

On the arrowhead and the feathers resides something nameless and familiar.

"No wonder you can follow up." Wuming was stunned.

Another arrow flew by.

This time Wuming didn't dodge any more, but stared at the direction the arrow came from.

The long arrow let out a scream, cut through the sky, and pierced the tent beside Wuming.

Across a long distance, Wuming could feel the surprise of the hunter on the other side.

Wuming smiled and waved to the opposite party: "Hey, can you talk? How did you learn to use the tracking feature of the soul?"

Hearing Wuming's words, the hunter on the opposite side seemed to be frightened, hiding among the rocks, and several ups and downs disappeared into the distance.

Wuming didn't chase after him, his top priority was to find a way to the cliff above.

He just thought of a good way.

Wuming stood on the manhole cover again, and under the impetus of magic power, the manhole cover slowly rose and turned into a transport plane.

Wuming stepped on the edge of the manhole cover, referring to the map, staring at one direction.

There is no fence around the manhole cover, and you can see the cliff not far away.

There are almost no ups and downs on the cliff, and there are no plants clinging to it, and it is blue-black, as if it were an eternal darkness.

After a long ascent, Wuming finally waited for a change—the cliff was approaching the elevator.

This is a cliff with a slope greater than [-] degrees, like a vortex in the sea. It spreads as it goes up, and the cliff will gradually move closer to the well cover to form the well wall.

Then the rock formations disappeared, replaced by obvious man-made buildings, with layers of fences surrounding the manhole cover, forming an elevator shaft, but the guardrails were too big, but the manhole cover was too small, and there was a long distance between them, far away from the manhole cover see.

Wuming clearly saw that there was a staircase structure on the opposite side of the guardrail.

Another city flashed between the guardrails.

Then the guardrail also disappeared, and the rock wall stuck closer, clinging to the manhole cover, blocking all the surrounding scenery.

The surroundings were dark, only the magic circle on the manhole cover was emitting light.

But Wuming was relieved, and took the elevator up to the ground with peace of mind.

There is another rock layer under the surface rock layer, and the city that Lani wants to go to is built on this interlayer.

The entrance well of the Shifra River is next to that city.

Wuming found the quickest way, whether climbing up from the bottom of the well or digging a tunnel on the ground, it is not as fast as this method - that is, when the manhole cover falls to a certain height, jump out directly and land on the opposite staircase .

This distance is a world apart for ordinary people, but Wuming has his own way.

He didn't wait impatiently to jump out when the manhole cover was lowered, but sat down the manhole cover to the bottom and went up again.

This method is the safest and safest, and you can have enough time to grasp the height, distance and timing.

Wuming held up his staff, cast lightness magic on himself, and cast gravity magic on himself, then stepped on the manhole cover and jumped.

Violent flames erupted from the gap in the back of the nameless armor, giving him sufficient power.

He smashed the fence directly and smashed the outer wall of the well.

Wuming looked into the distance in mid-air, and what caught his eyes was cities with different architectural styles, as well as lush trees and flowers.

"It's done!" Wuming waved his fist excitedly.

Arrived here with minimal cost, not even a little injury.

He had already observed the height of the city when he took the elevator repeatedly. From the height he jumped, he fell on the bedrock of the city, and the height would not exceed the city wall of Hyde Fortress.

The facts were not as expected, he saw the land spreading in front of his eyes, and the visual inspection would definitely not exceed ten meters.

Wuming is full of confidence, ready to land in a chic and handsome manner, as his first appearance in this magnificent lost city.

"The Eternal City lost in the night, you will welcome the sun!" Wuming announced his great discovery.

Then the sun sank into the water with a splash.

"Help—" Sun murmured in the water.

Wuming splashed in the water, feeling grief and indignation in his heart.

Crazy, why is the elevator shaft soaked in water!

The water here is extremely cold, and Wuming just feels like he is about to freeze.

He paddled towards the shore, and the land so close was so far away.

Fortunately, he was in mid-air just now, and he clearly saw a few figures beside the water.

"Help me—" Wuming waved to them.

The figure heard the nameless cry for help and gathered on the shore of the lake.

Just when Wuming thought he was going to be saved, he stretched out his hand to the figures, but those figures turned around and went their separate ways, and there was another person who was digging something on the bank, not caring about Wuming's life or death at all.

"My sun has set..." Wuming murmured as he sank into the extremely dark and icy lake.

On the shore of the lake, a few pale and thin little people with no skin and almost only bones and muscles were digging something by the lake. They turned their backs and turned a blind eye to the nameless figure at the bottom.

The grunting sounded from the lake again, and this time the little people didn't even look back.

But along with the grunt, there was also dense mist.

The thick fog quickly spread, covering the small people's sight with damp heat.

They just got up and looked at the lake in surprise.

The lake boiled.

Then there was a violent explosion, and the water in the lake splashed everywhere, and the dense steam that could not be seen beyond the reach of the hands scalded the little people and drove them away from the shore of the lake.

On the edge of the evaporated lake, a fiery figure stepped onto the shore, the soil under his feet was dry and cracked, and the flowers and plants faded.

Steam spewed out from the nameless face shield, as if a huge machine had stopped working and was dissipating heat.

Now the villains could no longer ignore Wuming, they stared at the fiery monster coming out of the mist, tremblingly raised the pale torch in their hands, and threw the torch containing the cold spiritual fire towards Wuming.

The spirit fire landed on the nameless armor, clanging, and then fell to the side.

The torch did not cause any damage, but dispersed the mist, and then the icy flame was sucked into the nameless armor.

The little people turned their heads and ran, but just as their legs were raised, a white halo enveloped them, pressing them in place.

The purple magic power swept across, and the huge suction pulled the villain back.

The little people rolled a few somersaults on the grass, and they all fell in front of Wuming.

They were already short and looked up at Wuming, as if seeing a giant.

Wuming clenched his fists and looked at them coldly:

"Why didn't you save me?"

The little people looked at the punch as big as a sandbag, and the ferocious mouth without lips showed a horrified and embarrassed smile at Wuming.

Wuming swung his fist and punched each of these pale little men on the head.

Wuming said: "Obviously I could help others, but I chose to avoid it. Obviously everyone can help each other and save a lot of resources and energy, but why don't - this is very bad!"

The flames spread out from the nameless mask, overflowing and rising along the corner of the mouth, as if grinning a ferocious and exaggerated smile:

"It's shameful to waste, understand?"

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Wuming didn't make it too difficult for those little people, this matter was his mistake, and he couldn't blame all the losses on a few little people.

"The Eternal City?" Wuming now has no good feelings for this city, "Your treasure had better be worthy of the runes I consumed, otherwise the roof will be torn down and sold for money."

Wuming asked those villains:
"Can you talk?"

The little ones nodded.

"Where is the treasure in this city?" Wuming asked.

"I don't know." The villain said hoarsely.

It seems that they have not spoken for a long time, and they have forgotten the language.

Wuming looked at their withered bodies with all their skin gone:

"Are you the natives of this city?"

The villain shook his head: "It's a slave, come and investigate."

Wuming looked at the villains, and several villains were holding shields in their hands. No matter the small shield or the big shield, they all had inverted eagle patterns.

Wuming was surprised: "Why do you also have the emblem of the reverse eagle?"

He pointed to the top of his head: "From the ground?"

The little people nodded again and again.

"Where do you come from?"

"Stonewell." The villain replied.

"Stonwell?" Wuming frowned, "Who is your master? Nefeli?"

"Nefeli?" The little people were puzzled, shaking their heads in denial.

"Could it be that Greg sent you here?" Wuming guessed.

The little people still shook their heads.

Wuming couldn't figure it out: "Then who is your king?"

"The Storm King," said the little ones.

Nameless was surprised.

Storm King, that's a long time ago.The legendary king who can be the rival of King Gefrey can even be traced back to the beginning of the golden tree era, the era of giant wars.

"You guys have been investigating here since then?" Wuming said with an unbelievable tone.

The little ones nodded.

"Until now, no treasure has been found?" Wuming explained the unbelievable reason.

"There are no supplies..." the little people muttered, "The investigation is over, we are blocked from the door, there is no fire, we can only burn the bones of our companions..."

Nameless glanced at the extinguished torch.

The wailing of wronged souls is hidden in the cold spiritual fire.

Seeing the shriveled bodies of these skinny little people in front of him, Wuming suddenly became less angry.

"Without the sunshine and warmth, the heart will indeed be colder." Wuming said, a warm light ball formed from the palm of his hand, "You get used to the warmth and light first, and after I finish picking up the things, I will find a way to bring you back to the surface."

Feeling the warm ball of light, the little people were stunned and forgot to respond to Wuming.

Wuming ignored them and turned around to leave.

A cracked pot hit Wuming's body, the spiritual fire burst out, and the cold air overflowed.

There are other villains coming in the distance, and many villains are wearing big shields to block Wuming, while someone behind him is throwing spiritual fire.

The villain headed for the big shield, knocked and shouted, and raised the big shield to hit Wuming.

It's a pity that the big shield hit Wuming's body, as if hitting a rock, Wuming didn't move at all, but the villain was knocked to the ground by the recoil.

Shocked by the cold, the villains around the warm fire reacted, and quickly stood in front of Wuming:
"Not the enemy, not the enemy!"

Wuming was not annoyed, and looked at those villains holding large shields with great interest:
"Is this your tactic? Interesting."

Stopping the nameless villain, he pleaded cautiously to his companion:

"They didn't mean it, my lord, will you still take us out of the ground?"

"Take it." Wuming said, "But you have to work for me."

He glanced at the villains who pleaded with their companions:
"At least earn the runes I just consumed in the lake."

Wuming's cold eyes made those villains shudder.

It was only then that they realized that the offense of attacking this person was far worse than letting him die just now.

The little people lamented a little, thinking that the days to come would not be easy.

But it was possible to get out of the ground, and they could bear it.

Wuming made a few more fireballs, warming the entire garden, and then walked to the place that blocked them based on the limited information of these villains.

A woman dressed in a style resembling the statue of the Affiliated Church stood in front of Wuming, her head crown was raised high, her eyes were covered by silk cloth, her whole body was tightly wrapped, only the skin around her mouth and nose was exposed, and her skin had a deep black color.

The woman held a hook sword in her hand, saw Wuming, and approached slowly.

Beside her is a wriggling shapeless silver object.

"What is this?" Wuming looked at the silver object curiously.

The answer to the nameless is the blow of the whip.

Even though it was still far away, the woman started to wave her hand, the hook sword in her hand melted and stretched, turned into a whip and hit Wuming.

"I'm a good person." Wuming put away his sword and shield and raised his hands, "I'm just here to find the treasure in your city."

The corner of the woman's mouth twitched, revealing a disgusted expression, her attack became more fierce, her body twirled and danced.The hook sword elongated, wrapped around her body like a ribbon, and then drew towards Wuming at a more rapid speed.

"Why don't you listen to what people say?" Wuming bent down helplessly to dodge, bullied himself, and punched the woman.

The woman's figure was light, and she took a step back to dodge Wuming's attack, and her backhand was about to cut off Wuming's arm with the hook sword.

Wuming's fist opened into a palm, a mass of black flames bloomed, and exploded in front of the woman at close range.

The whole woman was thrown away, and her teeth and crown flew all over the place.

After hitting the woman, Wuming squatted down and concentrated on studying the silver amorphous mass next to the woman.

Facing Wuming approaching, the silver mass changed shape, and a gun pierced towards Wuming like a tail.

Nameless bears the attack directly, feeling the force and texture of the surface.

"It seems a bit like mercury?" Wuming was unsure.

He reached out to hold the silver weapon, and his hand sank into it, making it difficult to find a point of strength.

The sound of breaking through the air appeared from the back of Wuming's head again, and the woman got up and attacked Wuming again.

"You are so annoying." Wuming took out the shield, scooped up the silver lump, turned around and rushed to the woman, and smeared the silver lump onto the woman's face with the shield.

The woman fell into the pain of suffocation, desperately grasping the silver lump on her face, but it was difficult to grasp because of its sticky nature.

After a while, the woman stopped moving and passed out.

Wuming grabbed the woman's leg, shook it vigorously a few times, and then patted it on the nearby stone wall, throwing the silver mass out.

Wuming put down the woman, turned around and continued to study the silver object.

When he threw the silver plasticine onto the stone wall just now, he saw a flesh-like internal organ structure.

"What a wonderful feature..." Wuming divided the body of the silver plasticine with a sword and shield, and carefully observed the internal structure.

After observing for a while, the unconscious woman woke up and got up again, her face was covered with bruises: "Let him go."

"You are really tenacious." Wuming said, "If you want to die, I suggest you jump off the cliff by yourself. I don't really want to kill you."

"Hypocritical guy." The woman clenched the hooked sword tightly.

"You remind me of a client of mine." Wuming said, "It's a bit similar in stature and very similar in skin color. If you really have a relationship with her and the flood washes away at the Dragon King Temple, she won't be beautiful if she doesn't take care of my business."

"You know other night people?" The woman stopped attacking.

"Are you called Yeren?" Wuming said while avoiding the attack of the silver plasticine under his feet, and stepped on his feet, "What's this called? Silver man?"

"That's teardrops." Yeren woman said, "Where did you meet Yeren?"

Above the ring finger: "On the ground."

"What's your name?" the woman asked.

"Nock." Nameless said.

The night woman was silent for a moment, then said:

"You came here to find treasure?"

"To be precise, it's helping others find treasure," Wuming said.

"Go away, this place has been lost and destroyed, and there are no treasures anymore." The night woman said.

"It's gone?" Wuming said, "The person who asked me to look for it said there is still."

"Does he understand or do I understand?" the night woman said.

"People study stargazing, don't they know better than you?" Wuming said.

The woman from Yeren raised the hook sword and made a gesture, thinking that she couldn't beat Wuming, she put it down angrily.

Wuming picked up the map given by Lani:

"You said that the treasure is gone, so do you know this... Where is the Hunting Finger Knife now?"

"Finger knife hunting?" Yeren woman exclaimed first, then lowered her voice, "How do you know it..."

"Nonsense, I'm here to look for it, can I not know?" Wuming said angrily, "Do you know? I don't know, I asked someone else."

"It's still there." Yeren said in a deep voice, "Who told you to come?"

"I can't disclose this." Wuming said, "Leak out the client's personal information? I'm an ethical businessman—how much are you willing to pay for this information?"

"I have no money."

"That won't work, we have principles." Wuming Zheng said sternly, "I can't tell you."

The night man said, "Go ahead and look for it, it's in the Temple of Chairs."

"It's so simple to reveal it to me?" Wuming said, "Will there be no fraud?"

"If you don't have that life, you can't take it away." Yeren said, "If you can take it away, I won't stop you."

"That's a good relationship—can you give me this teardrop?" Wuming pushed forward.

"If you want it, there's it on the road ahead." Yeren glanced ahead.

"Really?" Wuming put down the silver tears, "Good man."

He ran towards the direction Ye Ren pointed, and looked around:

"where?"

Yeren sneered away from Wuming.

The nameless intruder was too powerful for her to stop.But no matter how powerful a person is, facing the enemy ahead will not be easy.

The silver teardrop beside her is just a larva, but in front of her is the creation of the most advanced technology in this lost city-the imitation teardrop.

It is the ultimate weapon that can imitate the appearance of the enemy, learn the strength of the opponent, and defeat the opponent. It is a creation with the potential of a king.

However, this creation is not complete after all. Although it can copy the opponent's power, it cannot copy the mind.Perhaps in terms of combat skills, it will be slightly inferior.

Yeren watched from the sidelines, and if he found that the bionic teardrop was at a disadvantage, he would go up and help.

She didn't believe Wuming's rhetoric. For her, it was the safest way to completely deal with all intruders.

Yeren waited patiently, watching the changes, expecting Wuming's dumbfounded expression with all his heart.

In front of Wuming, a pool of silver teardrops spread out.

The scattered teardrops seemed to have absorbed some information, and began to swell, rise, and change color.

Soon, the teardrop grew into an appearance that was exactly the same as Wuming's.

The warrior with the same unfamiliar style of armor, holding a sword and shield, even stood upright, looking more heroic than Wuming himself.

Like a scorching sun, standing in front of the enemy.

Then the scorching sun went down, and the heroic warrior fell down and began to roll all over the ground, hoarse and howling.

Full of anticipation for the next development, the corners of Yeren's mouth twitched as he waited to see:
"OK?"

Wuming was indeed dumbfounded, and said in unison with Ye Ren:

"OK?"

(End of this chapter)