Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

Millicent was desperate as the crimson corruption seeped out of her body.

The unprecedented strong feeling has even broken away from the squirming and pain. It is more like a strong rhythm, playing a grand music in my body and controlling my mind.

The nameless voice made her relax and pointed the direction.

She originally wanted to die, but with Wuming around, she inexplicably believed that the situation was under his control, and even if she failed, the corruption would not escape.

Alone in the house, Millicent begins her fight against corruption.

The method has been taught very clearly by Wu Ming. First, rely on intense sweating to improve the body's immunity and resistance to flames. Then pray through the flame and incorporate the flame into your body.

Water and fire are intertwined in the body and are hostile to each other, but at the same time they play a role in curbing corruption.

The three forces competed in the body, and the first one that couldn't bear it was Millicent's body.

She was severely dehydrated, and her figure was becoming shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Moisture is needed.

Millicent looked around the room.

Most of the corners of the room were covered in mycelium and she couldn't even locate the water jug.

But Corruption is afraid of fire, and the bonfire in the room shows no traces of being infected by Corruption.

And above the bonfire, a large pot of red soup was still boiling.

Scarlet-corrupted mushroom soup, everything related to corruption detested Millicent.

But now, to succeed, to suppress corruption, she needs to rehydrate.

Millicent trudged towards the pot, scooped up a bowl of soup and poured it into her mouth.

The hot and boiling soup rolled into her body along her throat, and Millicent felt a stinging pain in her throat.

Millicent leaned against the pot, sitting cross-legged on top of the decaying fungus blanket, looking at the flames under the pot and the running water in the pot, feeling the battle inside her body.

The flame was weak, so she took more flames into her body, and when the water died down, she scooped up another bowl of mushroom soup.

The vigorous vitality of the putrefactive fungi replenished Millicent's lost nutrients and supported her to continue.

An unknown amount of time passed like this, and when Millicent woke up from her hazy state of consciousness, the orange-red glow on her broken arm had faded and shrunk deep into her body.

The only regret is that Millicent clearly feels that corruption has not been eradicated.

It just lay dormant in its own body, suppressed by the power of flames and flowing water.

Looking at the iron pot again, the campfire has been extinguished and has become cold. The pot full of mushroom soup has bottomed out. The fungus blanket under Millicent is moist and full of white salt crystals.

She stood up tremblingly. Sitting cross-legged for a long time, the blood supply was insufficient, and she almost fainted.

The extinguishment of the bonfire and her physical weakness made her a little cold, and the flame that had been passed down to her unknownly in her body was also a little weak.

This coldness made Millicent, who had been freed from the troubles of corruption, feel a little worried.

Millicent braced herself and walked towards the wooden door with difficulty.

The flames and fungus soup brought her warmth and support. She was suddenly afraid that when she opened the door, she would not see the figure who brought her warmth and support.

Her worries were unnecessary. Before she even walked out the door, she heard the warm voice.

After relaxing, Millicent suddenly lost strength, opened the door, took one last look at the figure, and then fainted completely.

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When she opened her eyes again, Millicent found herself lying in an iron pot, with red water covering her neck, bubbling slightly, and simmering.

After being together for such a long time, Millicent recognized it as mushroom soup at a glance and subconsciously felt disgusted.

But when she thought about it, the fungus soup had been circulating in her body for countless rounds, and she felt relieved again.

Millicent turned her little head, looking for her teacher.

She believed that the only person who could stew herself in the pot was the teacher who was out of tune.

As expected, Wuming was sitting aside, holding the broken golden needle in one hand and lighting a fire with the other, observing carefully.

Teacher. Millicent called.

Oh, wake up. Wuming responded casually, still staring at the golden needle, You are so dirty, you are almost covered with salt grains, and there are scorched earth and ashes. I will clean and tidy you up so that you can go to see the client. Woolen cloth.

Hearing what Wuming said, Millicent shrank back into the pot again, only half of her face was exposed, her mouth was buried under the red soup, and she was spitting bubbles in the iron pot.

Wuming held the golden needle: Why do you think it would be like this when picking a golden needle?

He hissed, puzzled:

O'Neill isn't like this either. Why are they different? Are these golden needles divided into male and female? Doesn't it work when it comes to women?

Millicent didn’t know why, she just expressed her feelings at the time:

I felt good when I put on the golden needles, and my body was recovering. But after I took them off, the corruption seemed to burst out all at once.

Wuming pinched his chin: Now that you are using flames to suppress corruption, have you eradicated it? Is it still the same as the golden needle?

Millicent thought for a while:

I feel like it's still not eradicated, but suppressed deep down. But it's still different from the Golden Needle - even though I don't have the power to maintain the flame, the corruption hasn't erupted again.

Wuming inserted the golden needle along the gap in his gauntlet, felt it for a while, and then pulled it out.

Perhaps, it's not the golden needle's problem, but your problem. Wuming said.

Eh? Millicent was stunned.

Wuming said: Jie Lian also said that the scarlet corruption you released is not ordinary scarlet, but the scarlet corruption like the Valkyrie Malenia.

Millicent fell silent.

She could vaguely sense the relationship between herself and the Valkyrie. Although it was vague and unclear, it was enough to indicate her mission.

That's why she wanted to go north, to the north of the snow-capped mountains where the Valkyrie was.

If the corruption outbreak was really due to his vague and inexplicable connection with the Valkyrie, then instead of insisting on fulfilling his mission, he promised to cure the corruption without a name, but it broke out in the city. Is this a kind of retribution...

Are you destined to become a hotbed of corruption? Is that an inescapable fate?

Millicent was a little frightened when she thought of this.

The peace of mind and satisfaction of successfully suppressing corruption were gone.

Wuming continued:

The golden needles can suppress the corruption in your body and cultivate your vitality. But when your body grows strong and loses the suppression of the golden needles, the corruption will seem to use your stronger body as a seedbed and grow more crazily.

He twisted the golden needle and smiled: I am familiar with this. Too much abundance will cause qualitative changes. Too much scarcity will also cause changes - what's wrong with you?

Wuming noticed that Millicent's face in the iron pot was pale, and her body was still trembling even though she was in the hot soup.

Wuming was in the iron hand and touched Millicent's forehead: It's not burned. Is there any sequelae of corruption?

Teacher. Millicent's eyes were slightly red, Is fate inescapable? Can't I get rid of this curse?

Destiny? Curse? What are you talking about? Wuming was puzzled by Millicent's jumping thoughts, Is your brain really burned out? Can you be more logical and wise like me?

Millicent hugged her shoulders:

Corruption, this curse is still within me.

Oh, you said corruption. Wuming said, Isn't corruption quite powerful?

Now it was Millicent's turn to be unable to understand Wuming's thoughts: Awesome? The curse is very powerful...

Wuming laughed and said, I mean, how can such a powerful power be considered a curse?

But this is a cursed power! Millicent said anxiously, No matter how powerful it is, it should be sealed.

It's been sealed. Didn't you say it's quite honest now? It's been sealed inside your body.

Wu Ming said: It stays quiet when not in use, but is extremely powerful when in use. Isn't this a good power?

Millicent only showed a pair of eyes in the pot, frowning: I don't need it anyway.

Young man, I really envy you. Wuming said, You still have options.

He glanced at Millicent:

Don't use it if you don't want to use it now, but one thing you have to remember is that sometimes you will be unable to do anything, and sometimes you will be forced to make a choice. At that time, you have to think clearly about what is more important and what is Those who can be sacrificed, and bear the sacrifices that come with it. Strength is power, you have to understand that your current troubles are happiness, and the real weak will not even have troubles like you.

Wuming seemed to be thinking of something, thoughtfully:

Speaking of curses and fate, could it be that my resurrection is also due to a curse...