The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 25 Cheeky

The injuries on the faded person were healed by Wuming, and as the pain healed, the faded person felt that he could do it again.

He looked at the flame pot in Wuming's hand suspiciously:

"Is the flame pot easy to use?"

Nameless looked at the rotting tree spirit who was still twisting and circling around the landmark:
"Looking at its appearance, it should be very afraid of fire. It looks like it will scream and roll when it touches the fire. Its skin is made of wood, so it should be very flammable."

After hearing it, the faded person thought it made sense, believed in the unknown analysis, bought a few flame pots and rushed forward.

A moment later the Faded One flew back upside down, on fire.

The eyes of the faded person were straightened: "I'm not that afraid of fire."

Nameless touched his chin:

"It seems that I made a mistake in judgment."

"My money was wasted?" The fader was heartbroken.

"It's not in vain, you have accumulated experience." Wuming comforted the faded person, "Come back when you become stronger."

This obviously couldn't make the faded person feel relieved, and he was ready to leave with a heartache on his face.

Nameless hold the fader:
"I understand you. It hurts to waste resources. How about giving you a coupon of [-] runes?"

"So generous?" The faded person was relieved on the spot.

"You can use it if you spend over [-] at one time." Wuming showed his fox tail.

"Where do I get so much money, I might as well eat it myself if I have this money." The faded person rolled his eyes, "Besides, you don't have anything, [-] at a time, should I buy [-] dung beetle dew drops?"

"People have to look forward." Wuming said, "You will become stronger in the future, and you will be able to afford it sooner or later."

"Thank you, the cake is delicious." The faded person continued to roll his eyes.

"Even if you want to fill your hunger, please persevere until you can take advantage of it." Nameless gave the faded person a coin.

"What is this?" The fader wondered.

This is a gold coin, and the coin is engraved with a bald head showing a wicked smile.

In today's junction, gold coins are obviously not worth much, they are heavy and soft, and even if they are thrown out as road signs, they are not as dazzling as iridescent stones.

"Tokens, count as one thousand runes." Wuming said, "There are two things you said wrong, ten thousand runes is not so difficult to spend, I not only sell these things, but also ours in the Church of Ai Lei Full service, you are welcome."

"Eiley Church..." the faded man chanted the name, he hadn't been back for a long time.

"And a little more?" asked the Faded One.

Wuming said: "There is another piece of advice from the old seniors. Runes are used to strengthen equipment, and the benefits are higher than strengthening yourself. If you really have [-] runes, choose between strengthening equipment and strengthening yourself, remember to choose Strengthen your equipment."

The faded person said: "It doesn't mean that you are really strong when you are strong."

"But choosing a reasonable route can make your road to becoming stronger smoother and faster." Wuming said, "For example, if you can't beat this monster, give up first, or withdraw if you can't."

The Fader was persuaded, and left with the gold.

Roger watched the whole process and praised:

"You're very good at persuading people."

"I do business, of course I have to be eloquent." Wuming said.

"Retreat if you can't, you are right." Roger looked at the corrupt tree spirit in the distance, "It seems that I have to withdraw first."

What is on the other side of the tree spirit, Roger has always wanted to see, but now he has to give up for the time being.

"Choose wisely, safety is a good thing, safety can save lives, boy." Wuming said.

Roger also left, Wuming stayed underground alone, and no one came to the remote bottom of Stone City.

Wuming moved his body and ran unsafely to the empty field.

The tree spirit was shaken by the ground, and immediately roared and broke out of the ground to defend its territory.

"Relying on vibration induction, the invisibility won't work..." Wuming avoided the attack of the tree spirit, judging the weakness of this monster.

When the faded man challenged the tree spirit, Wuming discovered that this thing was still afraid of fire, and the flames had left obvious marks on it.

Wuming kept burning flames in the palm of his hand, testing the tree spirit's weakness.

The weak point is the head, but the dryad's mouth is always ready to swallow the tiny fader, and it will emit a golden breath from the mouth.

And even if you dodge the bloody mouth and attack at the dead corner of its body, there will still be golden energy bursting from the whole body.

"You don't want oil and salt." Wuming said helplessly.

He watched the tree spirit show off his power with a sad face.

Wuming tried to find the weakness of the tree spirit, and sold it as information to the faders who challenged it, but he didn't expect that this thing really had no weaknesses.

If you want to defeat it, you can only rely on experience or ingenuity.

"You won." Wuming said to the tree spirit, "The monsters bred by the golden tree are really powerful."

The tree spirit didn't understand Wuming's praise, and continued to writhe and twist, biting its huge mouth towards Wuming.

The nameless figure disappeared, and the tree spirit hit the wall, shaking the ground.

The tree spirit looked around, but still did not find the nameless figure, and the vibration on the ground also disappeared.

The tree spirit twitched and twitched, reminiscing about the smell of bones that didn't exist, and burrowed back into the ground.

A nameless figure appeared on the empty ground, with a layer of blue light shining on its feet.He walked casually on the ground, the armor rubbing against each other, but there was no sound.

The tree spirit didn't come out again.

"It seems that I can teach magic in classes." Wuming laughed.

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the tree spirit came out again with bared teeth and claws, looked around for a while, and then went back in a desperate manner.

Wuming calmly walked through the burial ground and walked to the area blocked by the tree spirit.

He saw the scenery that Roger had always wanted to see but didn't see.

"What is this..." Wuming held his breath.

A huge octopus-shaped human face appeared at the foot.

The nostrils of that human face were as big as the nameless head, and the shape was strange. It was hard to tell whether it was sculpture or stiff dead skin.

At the edge where the skin and the ground were separated, many twisted roots stretched out, making the whole face look like an octopus.

Wuming stretched out his hand, caressing the big face and the roots on it, the material is not stone, more like some kind of stiff leather.

"What is this..."

Wuming only felt something protruding from his fingertips, pressing against his palm.

He let go of his finger, and found a thorn quietly growing from the root, entwined around his finger.

The thorns grew like spears, piercing his armor, twisting and tearing his body.

At the same time, the nameless gap in the armor began to sprout many tiny shoots, which were also rapidly growing into thorns.

"Interesting." Wuming felt the changes in his body, "The shape and power are undergoing a transformation..."

The nameless armor became red hot, and the thorns withered and burned, and all fell off.

Wuming patted the ashes on his body, examined the big face, and then clapped his hands.

The earth trembled, and the corrupt tree spirit came out of the ground again, heading straight for the source of the sound.

Wuming walked up to the big face, shaking his legs calmly, waiting for the tree spirit who was galloping towards him.

The moment before the tree spirit hit him, Wuming leaped high, avoiding the impact of the corrupt tree spirit.

The corrupted tree spirit hit the stone wall, and large pieces of gravel were shaken out, falling on the tree spirit and that big face one after another.

The tree spirit was hurt by the falling rock, and couldn't judge Wuming's position for a while, so he stepped back a few positions.

Wuming landed together with the falling rock without making any sound.

He looked at the big face buried by the gravel, nodded in satisfaction, returned to his booth, and continued to wait for the arrival of the newcomer Faded.

(End of this chapter)