The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 467 Two Spiders
"Haven't you dug it out yet?" Lance Shanks pushed Patch's butt, trying to help him.

"You should be the one digging. Aren't you good at digging holes?" Patch turned around and glared at her.

"I'm digging next to you, but that doesn't improve efficiency at all," Lance Shanks glared back.

"Do we have to escape?" Moore was still a little worried. He was concerned about Messemo's anger.

"You can stay," Patch said. "That guy is mentally unhealthy to begin with. He could do anything under the influence. I don't want to take the risk."

Leida raised the light sword in her hand and pointed it at the door of the cell. A few golden needles pierced through it, the seal disappeared, and the door opened.

"The door is open," said Leida.

Patch turned around and stared blankly at the open door, then at the wall where his figure had dug half his body out:
"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had this special ability?"

"The seal was placed by Messermo. If he were still here, it would alarm him." Leida said, "And now, he has gone far away."

"How did you know?" Patch was stunned.

"A fire knight wearing a winged snake helmet just came down from the upper level of the vault," Leida said. "That's Messermo's chief fire knight. He came down and seemed to be in a hurry to go somewhere."

"And knights will not leave their masters." Ampah said, "Messermo must have left the vault for some reason."

"You guys are really good at being dogs," Patch said. "Then stop standing there and get going."

Patch took the lead and rushed out of the cell.

There were indeed fewer people in the vault. It seemed that many people had hidden themselves or ran to the door.

"How are we going to get out?" Lance Shanks asked. "The entrance is full of people."

Patch's eyes turned:
"Go downstairs and pick up Greg."

"Wow, what a team player, you actually care about Greg's life or death." Lance Shanks exclaimed.

"There's a bridge over there that leads directly out of the city," Patch said. "We can leave from there without attracting attention."

They acted immediately, and everyone moved quickly and quietly towards the elevator on the first floor.

But in such a hurry, Laya couldn't walk anymore.

She had been in human form for a long time, and was already feeling uncomfortable all over. When she turned into a human, she was hunched over and her body was hunched over, and no matter how she moved her little feet couldn't keep up.

"Silly child, change back." Tanis saw Laya falling behind, so she stopped and waited for her.

Laya woke up as if from a dream, and quickly turned back into a snakeman. She was taller than Tanis, and strode towards the elevator.

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Messermo was helped back to the vault by Kud. One of the red snakes on his body had been broken off and was slowly recovering.

Back in the vault, the familiar smell of specimens and books helped him regain some of his sanity.

Outside the vault, the sounds of fighting on the battlefield have gradually intensified. The Horned People have begun the initial siege and are fighting with the Black Knights and soldiers.

Messermo looked gloomy and said nothing.

Cooder stepped back a few steps, leaving Messermo to stand on his own.

Kud brought back Laelana's sword and gave it to Messermo. Messermo looked at the straight sword and remained silent.

This sword was her favorite and she never let it go. She was a princess of Kalia, but she followed him to this abandoned land where the wind blew in pain, and endured the sorrow and curse with him. The two swords of Moon and Fire had never been separated.

When her mother abandoned her and when her comrades betrayed her, she stayed by their side.

Messermo used to have no feelings. His heart was always filled with sorrow and pain, leaving no room for tenderness.

Now looking at the lonely straight sword, Messermo felt that his already empty heart seemed to become even emptier.

How did things become like this and when did it start?
Did it start from when the nameless group entered the vault? Messermo was not sure.

But the guardian spirit of the old horned woman, who was extremely similar to Wuming, and the image of Wuming's previous sheep head, lingered in Messermo's mind.

"Is it the fate of snakes to be betrayed by everyone..." In pain and powerlessness, Messermo thought of Colin's words.

Messermo put the straight sword engraved with golden flames on his waist and went upstairs. He wanted to ask Patch and the others again to find a definite answer.

He found an open door and empty rooms.

Just like his empty heart.

"Haha..." Messemo suddenly laughed dryly twice, and the dry laughter echoed in the vault.

After his attempt failed, Messermo still limped down the stairs slowly, with jumbled memories in his mind.

He thought of Wuming's promises, saying that Greg could heal the Son of Platinum and the witch...

Witch!
Messermo's sadness suddenly turned into horror as he remembered the thing he had neglected.

Before this, he sent the Fire Knight to bring Greg over and planned to lock them up in the cell together, but the Fire Knight never returned.

I was distracted by so many things that I completely ignored this anomaly.

Such an anomaly made Messemo have even more terrifying thoughts in his mind.

Regardless of his injuries or the bloodshot eyes, Messermo limped straight to the elevator on the first floor of the vault, ready to go and take a look for himself.

Greg, the member of the golden clan who claimed to be his descendant, was the starting point that made him believe that his mother's redemption had truly arrived.

The words that Wuming had said to him would be verified by Greg. Thinking of this, Messemo even went to the lower level of the vault with some fear.

He didn't want to see himself being betrayed again, and didn't want to experience that again - being abandoned by everyone just because he was a snake.

Messermo's heart was beating fast, and he had a premonition that if he saw something like this again, he would not be able to hold on any longer and would definitely self-destruct.

But Messermo still did not stop his steps, as if deep in his heart, he also longed for this kind of destruction.

Then, Messermo walked to the elevator on the first floor and saw a snake man.

Messermo was stunned. In his vision, which was already stained red with blood, he saw the people in Patch's team.

It was not Roger Fia, but the dancer who had been confirmed to be imprisoned in the cell - Tanis - who had been confirmed to have escaped from the cell.

And next to Tanis stood a snake-man he never remembered seeing.

Seeing the snake man, Messermo suddenly felt an unprecedented disgust.

Even when he was beheading the most filthy creature in the past, he had never felt such a degree of disgust.

The fire in Messermo's heart spread rapidly and then burned.

That was anger, and it was hard to tell whether it was grief, resentment, or rage.

Messermo just wanted to grind the filth in front of him into pulp.

The spear was raised, and the broken hand twisted the spearman with such force that the skin and bones were separated, as if this spear would not only crush the filth, but also crush itself.

He swung the spear like a giant python and smashed it hard at the hideous snake man.

The snake man looked at the spear that was heading towards his crown, shrank his head and started crying.

Before Laya could even scream, Tanis had already rushed to her, hugged her desperately, and protected her with her back.

"Mom!" Laya cried.

This cry startled Messermo. His hand trembled, and the spear deviated a little and hit the ground heavily, and the rubble that was thrown up fell on Tanis and Laya like raindrops.

Tanis's hold on Laya tightened even more, and she did not move at all even when hit by a rock, and she protected Laya tightly.

As if by luck, the rubble did not hit the two men's vital parts and the impact was very slight.

Looking at Tanis and the snakewoman Laya hugging each other tightly, Messermo's body trembled and his eyes became more and more bloodshot.

"Mother..." Messermo murmured hoarsely.

Seeing the broken, bloody and mad posture of Messermo, Laya hugged Tanis tightly, tears falling from her eyes. Even on her snake face, she could see the fear that distorted her face.

Looking at that terrified expression, Messermo's heart twitched, and he remembered the wails of those filthy creatures before their death.

Messermo got into the spear, lowered his head, and stopped looking at the filthy snake man: "Get out, get out of here."

He growled hoarsely, "Don't let me see you again."

Tanis pushed Laya, asked her to stand on the elevator, and then took the elevator down.

She herself tapped and turned, as neatly as if she were dancing, with a hint of anger on her heroic face.

Tanis walked up to Messermo and before he could react, she slapped him on the head of his snake, causing it to tilt to one side.

The slap was not fierce, but it made Messermo a little dazed.

He couldn't understand why the woman didn't just run for her life.

"You actually think my daughter is a monster." Tanis glared at Messermo.

"I'm sorry, ma'am..." Messermo responded subconsciously. Facing such a righteous Tanis, his anger was a little weak, and he even forgot his position.

Before Messermo could finish his words, Tanis slapped him again, and the snake's head tilted to the other side.

"You think you're a monster," Tanis said.

Messermo froze, looking down at the short but fierce mother in front of him.

Tanis looked at Messermo with disappointment, and without saying anything, she turned around again neatly and walked onto the elevator.

Before leaving, Tanis turned back and glanced at Messermo with sharp eyes:
"Snakes are never filthy. As a snake, you cannot appreciate the beauty of blasphemy. Reflect on this yourself."

As she spoke, Tanis got on the elevator and disappeared.

Leaving Messermo standing there in a daze.

"Haha, a mad woman is not easy to deal with." A burst of laughter came from above Messermo's head.

Messermo didn't seem surprised by the voice, and slowly raised his head: "Why don't you leave together?"

Patch was dropping a spider silk above the first floor.

After stopping the attack, Messemo immediately noticed Patch's presence. None of the rubble really hurt Laya and Tanis. All the rubble that fell into danger was silently chopped and blown away.

"I want to leave, but I have to cover for Tanis and Laya." Patch looked down at Messermo and said, "You are good. You still have some conscience and know to stop. If you continue to attack, you will be the one to be shattered."

"Is it your place to say that you have a little conscience?" Messermo looked at Patch coldly, "You have escaped from prison."

"I have never had a conscience. Conscience is what I use to demand of others, but not of myself," said Patch.

Messermo did not react to Patch's shameless words. He was silent for a moment and asked:

"Greck can heal witches and the son of platinum. Is he lying to me too?"

"What if I said yes?" Patch tilted his head and smiled.

Messermot walked towards the elevator with his gun:

"I'll kill him. Even if you run away, you won't be able to get far since he has all his limbs broken."

"Actually, we haven't escaped yet." Patch said, "I'm responsible for dropping the others down. I'm the last one to leave, which means they're still piled up down there."

Messermo said, "Are you going to suggest that I kill you all?"

Patch said, "If you say so, then Greg didn't lie to you."

Just as Messermo was about to explode, Lance Shanks suddenly showed his head, crouched on the edge of the elevator shaft, and looked at Patch:
"Why don't you leave? I'm taking you down the rope."

Lance Shanks sees Messermo:

"Ah, you're back?"

Lance Shanks didn't wait for Messermo to speak, he raised his index finger and remembered something:
"Hold on."

As he spoke, Lance Shanks disappeared from the elevator shaft again. A moment later, the elevator rose up and Lance Shanks came up with three other people.

Messermo's pupils contracted. That was the Fire Knight.

One was sent by him, one was originally guarding Greg, and the other was Sazam, who was further away, guarding the exit on the wizard's side.

At this time, the three Fire Knights were all seriously injured, with wounds all over their bodies, and were almost dying.

Messermo said, "You did this?"

"We're bringing you what we did?" Lance Shanks pointed his fingers at his temples. "Think about it carefully."

Lance Shanks looked at Patch:
"How could there be such a stupid and unlucky child?"

Messermo walked quickly to the Flame Knights and checked their injuries.

The Flame Knight regained consciousness for a moment, and when he saw Messermo, he was very excited:
"My lord, the Horned Man... the filth has invaded!"

"I already know that." Messermo lowered his eyes.

"No, they have already invaded the vault!" The Flame Knight coughed up blood excitedly, "They appeared at the wizard's place... There are many of them, and they are very strong..."

Messermo was startled. At the same time, several explosions and screams were heard from other parts of the vault.

Kud came over: "Sir——"

Messermo said, "I will go to the wizard, you take the others to have a look up there."

"Sir, you are seriously injured." Kud was worried, "I can go up alone."

"No, it's not a good thing. I'm afraid you can't handle it alone." Messermo said, "Follow my orders."

"Why don't you just listen to my orders?" Patch suddenly spoke.

"I'm very busy now." Messermo looked unkindly, "You'd better not say anything. This is also caused by you guys."

"I want to say - you guys go downstairs, I'll help you watch here." said Patch.

"You?" Messermo didn't understand.

"As a gift for letting Tanis go just now." Patch jumped down from the wall and rubbed his paws. "Of course, there are conditions. I will help you guard the vault, and after that, we will write off all the things we did to you."

Messermo still didn't understand. It wasn't that he didn't understand the conditions, but he didn't understand how Patch was so confident that he could hold it alone.

Patch saw Messermo's doubts and smiled:
"See if you don't know how to tell you, Wuming and I are on the same level in the caravan."

As he spoke, Patch lifted his butt and a bunch of spider web shot out from behind his butt.

The spider web was fan-shaped, pulled out from Patch's belly along a silk thread, like a fan-shaped kite or a sail, floating in the air.

A layer of lightning flashed on the spider web, and then Patch's body floated up, carried by the fan-shaped spider web, and floated to the center of the vault.

Patch's legs suddenly disappeared, or more precisely, they split apart, winding like a silk thread, becoming thinner and thinner, and then disappearing. A flash of light appeared around Patch's body. It seemed that some ripples spread out from Patch as the center, and then disappeared into the air.

From the outline of the flashes, it looked like a net, but it spread and climbed across the entire vault.

"Everyone, don't move." Patch's words appeared everywhere in the vault, as if they were his mouthpieces everywhere. "Stay still, or don't blame me if you die."

Patch's spider leg pointed at Messermo:
"Oh, I didn't say you. I left space for you. Go down - don't attack Tanis anymore. It's useless. They still have defensive barriers on their bodies."

Kud seemed to have sensed something, picked up his sword, and walked a few steps outside.

After reaching a certain position, the tip of the sword was cut off silently and fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The tip of the sword bounced on the ground and fell further away. When it landed, it turned into several smaller pieces of iron.

"What kind of spider is this?" Kud looked solemn. If he were in a battle, he would definitely not be able to sense the spider silk.

"Silicon spiders," Patch replied, "spider specially prepared for the precious things in Shadow Land. If you like, you can continue to stay here and compete with my web."

Kud backed up and got off the elevator with several other Fire Knights.

The Horned People invaded the Witches' side, and Messemo was a little anxious. Although Lance Shanks and others were also down there and didn't seem to have any ill intentions and could be helpers, but judging from the injuries of the Flame Knight, it might be too late by the time Patch's team went down.

Anxious, Messermo got off the elevator and walked to the church of witch healers.

From the second-floor platform, he saw a huge, deformed, ugly spider lying in the middle of the ward. It exuded a horrifying smell and was covered in flesh and blood.

That seemed to be the flesh and blood of the witch...

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Greg is underground, still studying how to treat witches.

Based on past experience in limb transplantation and treatment, various plans kept popping up in my mind and then being abandoned.

The biggest difficulty in treating a witch is that it is not actually a treatment. The witch's wounds have already healed. What Greg has to do is to reattach the limbs in reverse, which is another way of twisting and changing the body of another person.

The other conditions can be met when we return to the border. So the key to treatment now is to maintain the witch's consciousness.

As long as Greg finds this last piece of the puzzle, he can begin treatment.

Greg was deep in thought when he felt a vibration in the prosthetic limb on his foot.

Xiao Hu is tapping his prosthetic limb.

"Grandpa Greg, we want to listen to a story." Xiaohu cheered, impatiently.

Because the conditions were not met, Greg was unable to physically heal these witches and pots, and he often complained about the medical conditions at the border.

The little pots overheard it and became extremely curious about the border area. They pestered Greg to tell them stories about the border area.

Greg told them stories about the golden tree, stories that fascinated him when he was a child, stories about the golden tree fighting against heretics and filth, defeating giants, and conquering horned men.

At first there were only a few little pots listening, then gradually more and more little pots came, and finally the witches gathered at the back and listened quietly to Greg telling those stories.

This is the only comfort that Greg can give to these witches and Xiaohu.

"Grandpa Greg, why do you always stop telling Godwin's story after the Ancient Dragon War?" Xiao Hu said, "And aren't you the Son of Gold? Why did you become like this?"

"Haha..." Greg laughed. "By the way, do you want to hear the story of General Starbreaker sealing the stars?"

"What is that? Listen!" The little pots immediately shifted their attention.

"To talk about the horror of this feat, we must start with the power and terror of the stars." Greg said, "Everything we have comes from the stars... Even those noble fingers are also children of the stars... But there are also some malicious stars who emerge from the darkness and destroy everything..."

"Does it emerge like that?" Xiaohu pointed behind him.

Greg and the others looked back.

Here, a pool of blood would appear on the ground from time to time, mixed with the witches' flesh and blood.

That was caused by witches who became mentally ill due to unbearable pain and committed unconscious self-mutilation.

Some of the bleeding was caused by Greg doing some simple experiments.

At this moment, Greg looked back and saw a figure slowly emerging from the small pool of blood.

It was an ugly, fat, bat-faced head.

Greg had an impression of this image; he had seen this creature when he first entered the Shadow Land.

It seems to be called a blood monster, a follower of the Invisible Mother.

The huge blood monster emerged from a thin layer of blood. Seeing this familiar scene, Greg was stunned at first, and then the hairs on his body stood up.

Greg was deeply impressed by the fact that the biggest failure in his life was closely related to blood.

"Enemy attack!" Greg shouted immediately, calling the Fire Knight who was guarding him not far away.

Then Greg hurriedly stumbled to his feet and evacuated Xiaohu and the wizard, asking them to leave and escape quickly.

A dozen blood monsters walked out of the blood pool and stood in their original positions, ferocious and barbaric.

Thanks to Greg's quick reaction, the witch and Xiaohu evacuated immediately, otherwise they would have been surrounded by blood monsters.

"Blood monsters?" The Flame Knight also recognized those monsters and was shocked. "Why are they here?"

Without time to think, the Flame Knight immediately stepped forward and attacked the blood monster. The fierce attacks were continuous. Even with only two people, the blood monster was overwhelmed.

The Flame Knight cut wounds on the blood monster one after another, forcing it back out the door.

As long as they get to the door, the advantage in the number of blood monsters will disappear, and two fire knights will be enough to defend the place.

However, just as the Flame Knight was inflicting wounds on the blood monster and pressing forward on it, the pool of blood left by the blood monster was stepped on by the Flame Knight.

A hand stretched out from the pool of blood, holding a serrated dagger, and gently cut the Flame Knight's ankle.

The Flame Knight felt pain and nearly fell down.

Then, in the filthy pool of blood, a man walked out.

The man was dressed in a black and red robe, gorgeous and elegant. He walked on tiptoe in high heels, and his posture was like that of an aristocrat.

The Flame Knight noticed that the heel of the nobleman was not the heel of his shoe, but a protruding, hideous horn.

"Horned Man?" The Flame Knight was puzzled.

"Blood nobles of the Blood Dynasty!" Greg shouted, "Danger! Be careful!"

There was no need for Greg to remind him. The moment the Blood Noble appeared, he stabbed and slashed with both hands, leaving scars on the two Fire Knights.

With the blood nobles holding them back, the blood monsters roared, waved their big sticks and blood forks, and launched a counterattack.

A blood-sacrificing monster was at the very back, standing behind the door that the Flame Knight had intended to force back, holding up a blood fork.

Blood and energy appeared on the Flame Knight's body through the air, like maggots on the tarsal bones, sucking his blood from the wounds on the Flame Knight's body.

The Flame Knight grew weaker as he lost more blood, and had to deal with the Blood Nobles, so his movements became increasingly sluggish.

Just when he was about to collapse, the blood monster priest standing outside the door suddenly let out a miserable howl and fell down.

Fire rained down and poured onto the blood monsters, burning them so much that they dodged repeatedly.

Another Flame Knight came from behind the door:

"what's the situation?"

"Enemy attack." The Flame Knight's companion answered him.

"Do I need you to tell me that?" The Flame Knight said as he and his companions fought against the blood monsters and blood nobles.

The situation was at a stalemate for a while.

But the stalemate lasted less than half a minute.

Because as the blood pool grows, more and more blood monsters crawl out.

The speed of killing blood monsters cannot keep up with the speed of their appearance.

Two fists are no match for four legs. The three Flame Knights will eventually get tired and are gradually surrounded by blood monsters.

"Run away quickly!" In the encirclement, the Flame Knight yelled to Greg and Xiaohu outside.

Greg trembled and looked at the scene in front of him.

The blood monster was already blocking their way.

With just a light swing, Greg was knocked to the ground and fell in a pool of blood.

"Don't bully Grandpa Greg!" Xiao Hu bravely stood up and punched and kicked the blood monster, "We also want to be warriors and write our own legends!"

The blood monster waved his hand and hit a small pot, throwing it out. Fortunately, its round body rolled on the ground, buffering the force, and hit the wall, causing the pot to crack and leak out some of its contents, which were smelly and bloody.

The witch couldn't bear it any longer and called out the blood pool. The flesh paste with the witch's life force climbed on the blood monster and gnawed at its body.

But the thick-skinned blood monster didn't care at all and hardly felt it.

The wizard who hid his own ugliness in a jar rushed towards the blood monster regardless. The jar on his body smashed to pieces, revealing his ugly body.

With multiple arms and legs, and covered with pus and flesh, the witches screamed and rushed towards the blood monster, but they could only beat it weakly. The bloated body made it impossible for them to stabilize their bodies even when they attacked, and they fell to the ground in embarrassment.

But the witch still defended Xiao Hu tightly, relying on his own recovery ability to resist the blood monster's attack. The blood monster found that the piece of meat in front of it could cause continuous wounds, and became more and more excited, with bloodshot eyes, repeatedly tearing the witch's body.

All around Greg was the sound of crying, screaming, and breaking pots and pans.

His operating table was also smashed, and the sharp tools used to cut flesh fell to the ground.

Minced meat stuck to his face and the smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. Greg looked at the suffering witch, his faded gray eyes bloodshot.

He tried to get up, but his prosthetic leg was twisted, and even if he tried to stand up, he couldn't fight at all. The blood on the ground might make him fall before he could take a step. And his arm strength was not as good as those small pots.

Greg lay on the ground, watching everything happening around him helplessly.

The weak were brutally ravaged, plundered, and killed...it was a scene of hell on earth.

I have personally created such a scene, just for the pursuit of that ridiculous power.

"strength……"

Greg looked at the scalpel that had fallen to the ground.

In the blood plasma, he crawled in a twisted and awkward manner, even using his chin, pressing his jaw against the ground fiercely, and bringing himself to the knife.

Holding the knife high, Greg stabbed it hard along the root of the prosthesis.

Severe pain gushed out along with blood.

Greg screamed in pain, his voice was miserable and embarrassing.

The shout was so loud that several blood monsters even noticed him. But when they saw Greg cutting off his own limbs, the blood monsters did not stop him. They just became more excited and stabbed themselves with the forks in their hands, enjoying the pleasure of creating wounds.

Not only did he stab himself, he also did not forget to tear the witch apart and smear the witch's flesh and blood on his own body.

Greg was sweating coldly and enduring the severe pain that could bring him shock. He twisted his body, rubbed against the corpse of a blood monster, and inserted his remaining arm into the blood monster's body.

When he pulled it out again, a blood monster arm that was larger than Greg's body was already connected to Greg.

He exerted force with his arms and jumped over the corpse with Greg's body, and landed next to the corpses of several other blood monsters.

A moment later, a huge, hideous, bloated, deformed spider stood up from the blood monster's corpse.

Greg's old and thin body was connected to the blood monster's shattered face and muscles. The hideous blood monster's face was now attached to his back and abdomen, making a hideous roar. The blood monster's muscles were twisted into hemp ropes, connected around his body.

Eight thick and bloated blood monster arms supported him to stand tall. The blood monster's hands, feet and head were all chopped off and turned into part of the spider.

The spider with reattached limbs lowered its head and looked at the other blood monsters and blood nobles.

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When Messermo went downstairs, there were no blood monsters or blood nobles left.

There was only blood plasma, flesh paste, and body fragments that were so broken that they were unrecognizable.

Occasionally, a blood monster would continue to emerge from the blood pool, and then the spider would become furious, and take turns trampling on it with several thick and deformed spider legs, killing it instantly if it showed its head.

"What the hell is going on..." Messemo raised his head slightly. Even though he was used to seeing killings, the amount of blood in front of him was beyond his imagination.

"That's right, what's going on?" A voice echoed Messermo's question.

Wu Yi was holding a large basket of vegetables and meat in one hand, and walked in from the door leading out of the city. The basket was quite large, and Wu Yi was holding it in one hand, so he could only lean sideways to bring it in. But as soon as he brought it in, he was blocked by a pool of rotten meat.

Wuming stared in amazement:

"I've only been gone for a few days, what's wrong?"

"You?!" When Messermo saw Wuming, his one eye widened and he pointed his spear at Wuming.

"Me?" Wuming didn't quite understand why Messermo was so excited and thought he was pointing at someone else.

Wuming looked around and suddenly realized what was going on. He pushed the basket through the door, moved it aside, then walked into the ward from the door and raised his other hand:

"You want to ask how she got here, right?"

In Wuming's hand, there was a knight wearing silver iron armor and a double-moon helmet, with a pyroxene sword at his waist. Her chest was bulging, so she must be a female knight.

Wuming put Lailana next to the basket, as if piling up another pile of vegetables, and sighed:
"It's a long story—"

Wuming suddenly stopped, realized something, waved his hands and ran towards Messermo:
"Oh, right, let's not talk too much, Old Mei, something terrible has happened, the Horned Man is about to attack you!"

Messermo looked at Lailana, then at Wuming, his eyes twitched, and after thinking for a long time, he said:
"What timely information."

"Really?" Wuming smiled proudly, "You're welcome, just call me Timely Rain."

(End of this chapter)