The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 53 Incorporating Miners
The miners stared at Patch cautiously, while quickly hooking up a few pieces of roast meat with their sticks, stuffing them into their mouths and gnawing hard.

Some of them have no teeth in their mouths, but it doesn't prevent a rib from going in, and only white bones come out.

Others saw that the food was fine, and after waiting for a while, they also started to pick up food from the buffet.

However, there were still many miners who did not do anything. Their focus was not on Wuming and Paqi, but on a big sack that was constantly wriggling not far away.

They look obsessively at the delicious food, but like people who wake up from a dream, they will turn their heads to look at the sack, like a well-trained dog, waiting for the owner's order to serve the meal.

All the miners have faces covered in smoke and dust, and their eyes are dull.Even those miners who are fiercely eating meat do not have the light of wisdom and agility in their eyes, but more of a fierce look forced to survive.

Wuming ignored the entangled miners, he squatted in front of the big bag, and communicated face to face with several multi-handed bugs.

This bug is Corruption Familia, a Zerg species born from the Crimson Corruption.

The nameless commotion was so loud that it attracted all the miners in the pit, and naturally alarmed the corrupt relatives who guarded the miners.

Wuming subdued all these corrupt dependents, tied them up and put them in cloth bags, leaving only their heads.

The densely packed bugs crowded their heads together, making shrill screams.

"Hey, can you understand me?" Wuming squatted in front of them, gesticulating.

"What are you doing?" Patch asked.

"I'm communicating." Wuming said, "Can't you tell?"

"That's a bug," Patch said.

"They are using weapons, and they will also act as supervisors to watch over the miners, and my method of sealing spells is effective for them, which means that the essence of the silk thread is a spell." Wuming said, "They don't seem like creatures without intelligence. .”

Nameless looked at Patch: "Have you ever seen talking bugs?"

Patch said, "I don't remember you being the type to kill talking bugs."

Nameless covered his face and smiled embarrassedly:
"Oh, there's no way, who made them talk too much."

Wuming suddenly turned around, staring at the gang of corrupt relatives like a tiger:

"Can you talk? If you can't speak, I can only treat it as a bug. If you can talk but can't speak, I can only treat it as a bug."

Wuming raised the sword and gestured at the mouth of the bag, calculating at what level the heads of all the bugs could be cut off with one sword.

One of the bugs suddenly let out a sharp whistling sound, and then the sound gradually deepened.

The mouthparts of the corrupt relatives are constantly vibrating and changing, making various syllables.

After a while, the corrupt family member stopped the fickle syllable, paused for a while, and said:
"I can."

This is a somewhat old and thick voice, although it is somewhat vague, it is indeed a human language.

"Very good." Wuming applauded.

He didn't show any surprise when he spoke to the bug, and started to get straight to the point:
"You seem to be overseers. Why are you squeezing these miners? Who are you working for? And how much do you pay?"

"We don't work for anyone, we only serve the goddess." The corrupt relative said.

"So you are working for the goddess?" Wuming said, "Who is the goddess of the Zerg race? Big bug?"

The corrupt dependents shook their heads:

"The goddess abandoned us, we work for ourselves. The ore here can strengthen our weapons, we need to strengthen our weapons, we want to survive."

Although the bugs could speak human language, they obviously couldn't speak well, and the expression was still somewhat confusing.

But Wuming can still feel the desire to survive from their words.

Nameless nodded empathetically:
"Well said, in order to survive."

He continued with a smile:
"I also want to survive, to strengthen our weapons. Give us this mine, how about it?"

The bugs chirped, forgetting to speak humanly, obviously not agreeing to Wuming's proposal.

Wuming negotiated with the bugs in a serious manner.

After a long time, he got up and went back to Patch and the miner:
"It's settled, they are willing to transfer the ownership of the tunnel. They are too small to use too much ore, as long as we give them some metal products and the materials they need on a regular basis. About [-]% of the proceeds will be given to them. Twenty-eight points, we made a lot of money."

Patch was surprised: "Why are you still negotiating with them? Isn't this already won?"

"You said that you want me to be considerate of others. I put myself in another place and think it's not good to just occupy someone's hole." Wuming said.

He said to the miners:

"Don't worry, your treatment has already been negotiated. They will no longer monitor you and let you work by violence. The treatment will be much better in the future. We will exchange your ore with wine, meat and other materials. If you don't want to do it, you can also do it with Let's go back and I'll send others to mine."

Patch still felt something was wrong, there was a feeling that something was wrong:
"Do you really believe in bugs? Aren't you afraid that they will be obedient to others and cause trouble secretly?"

"The mine is here, and my proposal is not harmful to them. This is cooperation. Cooperation will benefit both, otherwise we will lose together." Wuming said.

Nameless looked at those miners:

"And you said it, these people were domesticated. But they were not domesticated by ore, but by corrupt relatives. As slaves, they didn't even dare to eat without orders from their masters, even if their masters had been tied up in in the sack."

Patch raised his knife horizontally and gestured on his neck:

"Maybe it's just because their master is still alive, so try killing them."

"It's useless, this is Gai Lide." Nameless said.

He learned about Gaylide's situation from the mouth of the worm. It was located in the Ionian swamp, and countless worms swarmed out of the swamp.

Unless Wuming has enough troops to guard the entrance of the cave and reject all corrupt dependents, even if a few bugs in the cave are killed, new bugs will continue to come in and enslave the miners again.

Here is like the land under the light of the golden tree, where the noble "golden people" belonging to this land grow, forming an absolute advantage over other populations in the border tributaries.

Patch understood Wuming's meaning and didn't insist anymore.

"I hope they can trust them." Patch said, "Although I know that you will always come, but you are more crazy than I thought to accept the worms so easily and negotiate business with corrupt relatives."

"What happened to the corrupt family members?" Wuming asked.

A miner was stuffing food into his mouth, and suddenly coughed violently, spurting a lot of blood.

"What's the matter?" Wuming hurried over to treat the miner.

He quickly clarified to other miners: "We didn't poison."

But in the face of this clarification, the miners did not respond.

Or they didn't respond to the miners vomiting blood.

Eat and drink.

"That's the 'what's wrong,'" Patch said. "Corruption is born of corruption, and corruption is incompatible with other beings. Corruption is poisonous to these people."

Wuming looked at the blood mixed with stomach acid from minced meat.

He looked again at the miner's mouth.

The inside of the mouth was rotting, and blood gushed from the sores.

This kind of rot is not the same as the withering rot of the immortals. It is bright red, as if it has a strong vitality, a bit like a ripe persimmon, falling from the tree and falling to pieces.

A strange stench emanated from the miner's mouth.Both carrion and a pungent aroma.

But Wuming couldn't smell the smell, so he approached the miner's mouth, studying the sore wound.

The tip of his ring finger stirred up a cluster of small flames, which penetrated into the miner's mouth, illuminating the mouth.

At the same time, the flames emitted rounds of golden light and warm breath.

Under this light, the ulcers in the miner's mouth gradually healed.

But soon this fix was curbed.

Anonymously send the flames to the festering place.

The tongue of fire licked the festering sores, burning the sores in the mouth, and the miner screamed in response.

Wuming hugged the miner, not letting him move, and concentrated on roasting the festering place.

But the festering was still not contained, and white slurry burst out in places under the high temperature, even splashing on Wuming's body.

Seeing the slurry, the other miners moved their bodies away from it a little, but not too far away.

Their faces are still expressionless, and their faces are full of wrinkles, like clay sculptures, like rocks.

"That thing is contagious." A miner reminded Wuming, "But if you stay here for a long time, you will always be infected."

Nameless took his finger out of the miner's mouth, looking at the festering wound that was still not healed.

At this time, the miner was close to collapse, and his originally robust body for mining suddenly lost a lot of weight.

Nameless Judgment: "It seems that it absorbs its own vitality to grow, so the treatment is ineffective. The energy of treatment will also become its nourishment, and the burning wound will also draw the power of the host to survive..."

"Interesting." Nameless said.

He dipped a few drops of the white slurry with his fingers, dripped it into his mouth along the face shield, and savored the sensation carefully.

The others saw Wuming flaunting the source of the infection directly into their mouths, and they took a few steps back in fear.

"Aren't you?" Patch couldn't stand it, "You don't ruin your body like this, do you?"

Nameless baji bajizui:
"It's okay, nothing serious."

He stretched his body and jumped up and down:
"This power is a bit strange, but it's useless to me."

"Are you okay?" Patch was dubious, "Don't be like the kind of person who was infected with the virus but didn't have any chances and ended up harming everyone."

"I didn't try randomly." Nameless said, "Burning the festered place with flames, you will find that the miner's physical strength is rapidly depleting, and his vitality is used to make up for the loss of the flames. Although this shows that the flames cannot simply heal this disease." This kind of corruption, but it also shows that flame can indeed restrain corruption."

Wuming snapped his fingers at Patch:
"So you understand, who am I, can I be afraid of this thing?"

The nameless frivolity also aroused discussion among the miners. The miners who were originally dusty and dull-eyed came to some spirits at this time.

"Do you have a solution to the corruption disease?" They rushed up.

"No, I just said that it doesn't work for me, but it won't be cured yet." Wuming said honestly.

The miners' eyes dimmed.

"You can do some research, maybe you can find a special medicine." Wuming said, "If you are afraid, just leave. I will find other people to come here to mine."

The miners were silent for a moment:
"No, we stay here because it's still safe."

"Yeah, the outside is full of scarlet corruption. If you really go out, you will be infected before you reach other places."

"Don't worry about this. We have a teleportation array that goes directly to the safe area." Wuming said, "You all know magic and are healthy. You can be used in many positions. You can choose by yourself. Of course, the salary will be much lower."

Nameless said: "If you want to leave, just raise your hand, and I will help you arrange it."

In the mine, a group of hands were raised, and many people also raised their hands, as if corrupt relatives were praying.

Their eyes sparkled with hope.

"43 people... OK, thank you for paying five hundred runes each, and I will arrange for you." Wuming finished counting the number of people and greeted them loudly.

While talking, Wuming used the long sword to record the number of people on the arm armor, as a reminder.

After Wuming finished engraving the characters, he raised his head again and found that the hands that were raised before were all put down again.

The miners stared at Wuming, a little silent.

"What's the matter?" Wuming felt that the atmosphere of silence was a little weird, it wasn't the atmosphere that escaped from birth.

The miners faltered, not wanting to tell Wuming.

Finally, after Wuming pursued and questioned him, and used food to coerce and lure him, a miner finally told the truth:

"That... Let us pay the money first, you are too much of a liar."

"Huh?" Wuming got this answer, unbelievable, and his voice was very long.

Patch laughed wildly.

The miners hurriedly said:

"We don't want to doubt you, it's just that some people lied to us before. As a result, the money was gone, the person didn't leave, and he was beaten. Besides, runes are rarely useful here, and many people don't have five hundred runes." ..."

Nameless sighed, and said patiently:

"Where is this place?"

"Tunnel." The miners were stunned.

"That's right, this is a tunnel. What is this place? It's dark, and slaves are not allowed to escape. There is no teleportation array or even blessings here, and you can't get out of the cave. I want to arrange for you to get out of the cave. Naturally, special means are needed."

Wuming twisted his fingers: "Special means require money!"

The miners muttered: "That's what the liar said."

Wuming jumped: "I have the force to wipe you out, and I also gave you a lot of food—the two bites of meat cost more than five hundred, okay?"

Some miners still had pork legs stuffed in their mouths, and suddenly their mouths stopped moving. They looked at Wuming, then at the meat in their mouths, and put it down reluctantly.

"But we really don't have any money," they said.

"It's not about the money!" Wuming stared, "It's about my reputation! I can give you the money first, and then return it to me when you earn enough, but reputation is very important! I operate with integrity!"

"Can you put it on the pad first?" The miners' eyes lit up.

Wuming said a lot, and he was a little depressed when he heard this sentence.

Patch held back a smile: "Okay, you get rid of them first, and they will naturally believe you."

Wuming walked up to the corrupt family members with a tsk, and tightened his pockets again.

He took out another bag and filled it with forging stone and pyroxene.

He didn't collect much, and the ore produced by the miners was often transported out of the cave immediately, and there were not many finished ores that had been mined in the cave.

"These are considered food exchanges. Let's go back and prepare the teleportation items first, and we'll come back to pick you up right away."

The two held back the bone fragments, and were about to activate the teleportation array, the whole mine trembled.

"What's the matter? Is there an earthquake?"

Wuming looked around, grabbing the bag and refusing to let go.

(End of this chapter)