Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Gewei's wooden house, Gewei is connected to the consciousness of the insect swarm and shares information with the insect swarm.

They communicated in a way that was difficult for ordinary people to understand:

That man has killed a lot of our bugs.

It doesn't matter, the individual loss doesn't matter, as long as he can gain Millicent's trust. Gewei said, Those stupid bugs worship Millicent's corruption as a god. It's ridiculous - too What a waste of this finest bud.”

Let that person save Millicent, let him become Millicent's hero, and then let him cause Millicent's despair, induce her to bloom the most beautiful flower of scarlet corruption, and become the most fertile hotbed of scarlet corruption...

…

Millicent slowly opened her eyes and looked at the familiar church, but she felt strange.

No nightmares, no scarlet squirming pain, Millicent couldn't help but recall, how long had it been since she woke up so peacefully?

A line of tears silently flowed from the corners of her eyes.

The man didn't lie to him.

Millicent thought of Wuming's heroic words about curing corruption, and of her solemnity and tragedy in agreeing to become an experimental subject.

Wuming grew taller and taller in her heart.

As tall and majestic as a hero.

She looked at her broken right hand, which was sealed by a pool of translucent gel. The blood no longer flows, and there is no trace of scarlet.

Millicent stood up and found that her travel clothes had been changed. She was now wearing a simple white dress, which was light, soft, breathable and refreshing.

This is... Millicent was surprised.

Hey, are you awake? Wuming sat opposite Millicent, setting up a fire and cooking something in a pot.

Wuming noticed that Millicent was looking at her clothes:

Your body was stained with a lot of scarlet corruption. I burned it and made a new one for you. You're welcome. My name is Wu Ming. I do good deeds without leaving a name.

Millicent looked at the clothes on her body, as if thinking of something, she blushed and said:

Thank you. I didn't expect it to be really useful. The scarlet corruption in my body no longer squirms, and I don't have nightmares anymore.

Of course it works. I saw the original owner of the golden needle using it with my own eyes. Wuming said.

The golden needle originally had an owner? Millicent froze, What about the original owner?

It's okay, we have a fair deal, he won't have any use for it, Wuming said.

That's good... Millicent breathed a sigh of relief.

Are you hungry? Wuming said, Come and have something to eat. The meal has just been prepared.

Wuming dug out a clod of earth from the campfire.

He knocked away the clods of soil to reveal the flesh inside.

The aroma immediately overflowed from the gap, arousing Millicent's hunger.

She had indeed not eaten for a long time and had been lying in the church waiting to die.

Thank you... Millicent sat next to the campfire, took the piece of meat, and chewed it slowly, without opening her mouth while chewing.

Wuming held up his face and stared at Millicent.

Millicent noticed Wuming's gaze and hid her face behind her flesh: What's the matter?

You are a good person, Wuming said, very kind.

Millicent was at a loss and didn't know why Wuming said this.

Wuming said in a muffled voice: Kindness means that when others are hungry, don't eat meat and smack your lips.

Millicent immediately realized what Wuming meant:

You haven't eaten yet?

She quickly handed the meat to Wuming.

Wuming took the meat calmly: That's right, now in addition to being kind, you also have thoughtful etiquette.

He pointed to the pot on the fire:

And soup, you're welcome.

Millicent lifted the jug obediently and took a few sips of the soup.

The soup tasted very fresh, or rather a little too fresh... so fresh that it had a fishy smell, so fresh that it felt like something was slapping her mouth and squirming in her mouth.

Millicent looked at the pot of soup quizzically.

The soup base appears red.

red……

Millicent quickly put it down and looked at Wuming.

In just a few mouthfuls of soup, Wuming had finished chewing the meat, put down his face protector, and smacked his lips with satisfaction.

He looked at Millicent: How does the soup taste?

Millicent clutched her chest and felt like vomiting:

What is this soup made of?

It's just the red mushrooms that can be seen everywhere in Galid.

Millicent just threw up.

What's wrong? Does it taste bad? Or is the corruption in the body surging again? Wuming asked.

Millicent covered her mouth:

This is a fungus born from corruption!

I know. Wuming said.

Millicent stared at Wuming blankly, soup dripping from the corner of her mouth and drawing a graceful arc along her chin.

Wuming said: Have you forgotten what you promised me?

Millicent thought about her will and her promise when she was unconscious -

I want to be your experiment, and I want to be your blade.

That's right, so it doesn't matter whether it is a rotten mushroom or not. What's important is my question - Wuming repeated the question seriously, Is the corruption in your body surging again? Doesn't it taste good?

No rush, just nausea, Millicent said.

A side effect of scarlet corruption?

No, it has nothing to do with corruption...

Is it because of the taste? Wuming asked, It tastes bad?

Although it does taste bad - what does this have to do with taste? Millicent wondered.

There are mushrooms like this all over Galid. Of course I have to find a way to make use of them. Wuming said, If these mushrooms are edible, I don't have to worry about food.

Wuming asked Millicent: Why does it taste bad? Is it too salty? Is it too fishy? Or is it not cooked enough?

Millicent described the taste to Wuming, who thought for a moment, added various spices to the jar, and started cooking over high heat.

So this experiment also includes tasting food? Millicent asked.

Of course. Wuming said, You have a good physique and have golden needles. You are the best candidate to taste the food. What to do if others taste it and get poisoned? How inhumane.

Millicent Wuming didn't shy away from grabbing the mushrooms with her hands, and recalled Wuming's direct contact with corruption:

You don't seem to be afraid of corruption?

Corruption can't help me. Wuming said, I can soak in the Ionian swamps for a year without getting poisoned.

It's amazing... Millicent said, Then why don't you try it yourself?

I can't taste it. Wuming said, The meals I can cook are all made by trial and error with other people's tongues. You are honored to be the taster of new dishes. You don't need to be What a sharp edge, become my tongue.

Saying that, Wuming handed the new soup to Millicent.

Millicent swallowed, not knowing how to face this pot of soup.

She suddenly felt that the promise of being a guinea pig was not so tragic.

But a promise is a promise, and Millicent drank the soup with her eyes closed.

After waiting for Millicent's belly to become round after drinking, Wuming tried out a good formula.

He carefully recorded the recipe proportions, heat and cooking time of the dishes on the scroll.

Wuming rolled up the scroll and was very satisfied:

Yes, the taste is good, but the toxicity needs to be verified. Let's try again after you take off the golden needles.

He pulled Millison and stood up:

You should follow me for a while first. I will teach you some prayers and spells. After that, you can go to my shop.

Millicent stood up, looking a little tired, and there was still some scarlet soup at the corner of her mouth.

But his dejected look sharpened immediately after leaving the church.

Millicent saw the corrupt family members outside the church.

She subconsciously wanted to take out the knife, but found that her dominant right hand was gone.

Suffering from the evil disease of corruption, Millicent felt lucky to have lost her hand. Now that the corruption has been contained, she is still a little sad to find that her dominant hand is gone.

Don't worry. Wuming saw Millicent's reaction and snapped his fingers.

Those corrupt family members turned into nothing and disappeared without a trace.

It's just an illusion disguised, Wuming said, I've used up the real thing a long time ago.

Seeing that the corrupt family members disappeared, Millicent relaxed.

You seem to hate bugs? Wuming said.

Millicent bit her lip:

When I was tortured crazy by corruption, they knelt down and danced beside me. They also used swamp water and rotten meat to feed my corruption, making my corruption spread even more... I don't like them.

That's no wonder. Wuming said, When people dance when they are in pain, they deserve to be hated.

Millicent nodded in agreement.

She dislikes bugs because bugs worship their own corruption as gods and rejoice in their own pain.

Wuming, on the other hand, saved himself from pain.

Millicent glanced at Wuming, her face a little red.

By the way, the clothes you are wearing are made of worm silk from the Corrupt Familiars. Wuming continued.

Millicent's originally rosy face immediately turned pale.

She was so stiff that she turned her head and looked at Wuming.

The thing that seals your severed limb is made of worm silk mucus. Wuming said, It can replace the effect of gauze, and it is translucent so that I can observe the infection of your wound. How about it? It's great. ?”

Millicent suddenly felt that Wuming was not so tall and majestic.