Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

In Airey Church, an unknown armor merchant was leaning on an anvil and chatting with another merchant, Galle.

Caleb is complaining about the difficulty of doing business:

This world is not peaceful, the Dharma Ring is broken, and the people in the border area are not thinking normally.

Why is it abnormal? Wuming asked.

There are people who have gone crazy due to the blight, there are immortals who can't live but can't die, demigods have fallen, demi-humans have gone crazy, bloody fingers and bad omens walk the world...

Gale pulled the three-stringed string: Fortunately, there are faders taking care of the business, but the faders' business is not easy to do these days. They don't want to buy my products.

Wuming looked at Kale and hesitated to speak:

With all due respect, I really don't have any desire to buy your products. The scale is too small.

Gale smiled bitterly:

We are wandering around and selling things at the same time. How can we find any good things? If there are any good things, there will be spirit pearl hunters coming to kill us.

You have no business sense, my friend. Wuming said, You have a bunch of fruits at your door. Why don't you pick them and sell them?

Kalie said in a muffled voice:

Those things are everywhere. If the faded ones want it, they can get it themselves.

Wuming shook his finger: Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you thought you were selling fruit? What you were selling was time. The Faded like taking risks, killing enemies, yearning for the Dharma Circle, but not the life of picking fruits. If they yearn for this kind of life Life, they will not come to this border area.

Gale was doubtful:

But you are also a fader, and you have also become a businessman.

Wuming laughed:

I didn't come here on my own initiative. I ended up here as soon as I closed my eyes and opened them. And I'm also pursuing the Dharma Circle in my own way - that is, doing business to earn runes.

It seems that you are not normal either. Gallie said, You may not even know what the merchants in this land have experienced.

What have you experienced? Wuming asked.

You said that we have few products and are small in scale. In fact, we once had a large caravan that walked in the border area and was very famous for a while. But we were accused of being related to paganism, and the large caravan was buried alive in pieces...

Gale spoke very calmly, and the crackling of the bonfire in front of him was reflected in his eyes.

A twisted golden light flashed in his eyes.

Galegan laughed twice and looked at Wuming:

How about it, now you still want to be a businessman——

Barbecuing meat over a campfire without a name, it tastes delicious.

You should also nod your head with Gale and listen with gusto.

Don't treat our nation's tragic experience as a side dish! Gale threw a cracked pot.

Wuming caught the pot and said, Huh? Sorry, sorry, I just want to roast some meat for you. If you eat good food, you will feel happy.

Wuming handed the roasted meat to Gale, with an innocent look in the peephole.

Gale stared at him for a while, then reluctantly took the roast and sighed:

Forget it, you haven't experienced it, you don't understand.

Have you never experienced this... Wuming smiled, with an inexplicable meaning, To be optimistic, no one is persecuting you now, they are all crazy. The current border area is still very good.

Caleb did not agree with him and said in a deep voice:

This place...sucks.

Is it rotten? Wuming raised his head and looked at the golden tree covering the sky through the roofless church.

He breathed deeply, reveling in the scent of the air.

Wuming said: I think this place is quite good, quite energetic and lively.

Gale looked sideways: You are indeed not normal. I have only met two people who can say that this kind of place is good.

Who is the other one? Wuming was curious.

He is also a businessman, but he is different from us. Gale said, Near the Mengliu Cave.

How are the things he sells? Wuming asked.

It's much better than us. His way of purchasing goods is... quite special. Gallie said, I advise you not to go to him.

Wuming didn't listen to Calie and ran away after picking up his luggage. Before leaving, he left a pile of meat to Calie and asked him to help sell it.

Trot along the way and see endless scenery along the way.

For example, the undead hanging on the crescent cross and wailing, and the immortals surrounding the campfire being eaten by the dragon.

The golden tree and the bright moon hang high in the sky, and the earth blooms with blood and mourning.

It's so energetic. Wuming admired everything.

The Mengliu Cave is located between a narrow valley. The deep valley hides corpses, and many dead people gather here.

Wuming passed through the dead people without receiving any attacks.

He looked around for the cave.

At this moment, a bloody blade shot out of the air and hit Wuming.

Blood splashed, Wuming propped up his shield and looked towards the direction of the attack.

A blood-red figure slowly walked out of the grass.

I found you. The man holding two daggers spoke with a bloody aura.

Who are you? Wuming tilted his head.

What answered him was a huge bloody blade.

Wuming immediately raised his shield to block it. Blood energy overflowed, and some of it passed through the shield and hit Wuming's body.

The man with the two swords did not stop, and swung two more swords, cutting Wuming's blood dripping.

The man with the double sword approached Wuming gracefully and said:

You'll know it next time I kill you.

That's a pity. I don't have the chance to know. Wuming revealed the helmet under the shield and said in a cold tone, You cut me three times. This is not a proof of friendship.

Wuming took out his straight sword and slashed at the man with two swords.

Holding two swords and wearing only cloth, the man did not panic and nimbly dodged the nameless attacks.

The man with the double sword watched the nameless attack calmly.

There is no structure.

Thinking that you can defeat the enemy with a burst of bravery. Use all your strength to attack, leaving no strength behind.

A mistake all newbies make.

Two knives, three knives...

The man with the double sword counted the nameless attacks.

He knew that the human body was just a weak machine. The physical body is limited, the limits of muscles and bones are there.

Every time it is swung and used, fatigue will accumulate until this flesh and blood machine completely shuts down.

How many more knives can you wield? A knife? Two knives?

Two swords is the limit. The man with the double sword judged.

The limit of a faded person is five swords. This is the conclusion he came to after hunting countless faded people as the Blood Finger and the famous Nelius.

After five cuts, the fader will definitely come to a standstill.

At that time, it will be the time when his reverse stabbing blood blade will bloom.

Nelius's eyes flashed with the blood of hunting, showing an expression of excitement and anticipation.

Every time he hunted, the cursed blood surged in his body.

Five knives!

Nelius raised his swords, ready to teach this reckless novice a lesson.

Just when he was about to release the bloody blade, he found that the blade was slashing at his body again at exactly the same speed and rhythm.

How can it be?

Nelius was shocked, but was unable to dodge.

Before the hands he just raised could be swung out, the sharp sword blade had already struck him.