Wuming also didn't expect that Nefeli's method was unexpectedly effective, and praised: "Boxing is really useful."

But Neferi's method not only vented the fighting spirit of the golden people, but also inspired some dangerous thoughts that pursue excitement.

Wuming was walking when he suddenly felt like he was hit.

Without thinking, he slapped the person who knocked him down, and at the same time turned around and grabbed the collar of the person behind him.

The man was holding a small cloth bag in his hand, which contained several bottles of expensive spices.

The bag was previously pinned to Wuming's waist.

"Steal my things?" Wuming's tone was serious.

"Did you notice it?" the thief laughed.

"How can I not notice it?" Wuming snorted coldly, "If you take a hair off my clothes, I can feel it - no one can steal my things!"

The thief holds the bag tightly:

"Don't be angry, we just have itchy hands, so we'll give it back to you——"

The man reached into the cloth bag, took out a bottle of spices, pulled out the cork and poured it towards Wuming.

The spice exploded when it encountered the air, turning into a spark that burned towards Wuming.

The thief threw the spice bag in an unknown direction, turned around and ran away.

"My spices!" Wuming watched with distress as the precious spices were wasted, and quickly rushed towards the half-empty spice bag to prevent other spices from being wasted.

Wuming looked at the thief who was about to disappear in the crowd. In anger, he drew out his sword and pointed it straight at the sky.

There was a roar in the sky, golden thunder struck down, and the thief fell straight down, his whole body scorched black.

After cleaning up the thief, Wuming put away the spice bag and shook his head:

"The world is in decline! It has not been long before Stone City has become like this."

Wuming put away his long sword and continued to walk on the street filled with evil spirits. When people around him saw Wuming's gesture as if he owed him eight million runes, they wisely stayed away.

Wuming was no longer in the mood to wander around, so he turned a corner and headed towards his small courtyard.

But as soon as he turned around, Wuming felt something move on his waist again.

"Are you coming?" Wuming was furious and punched back.

But there was nothing behind him, and the unknown fist hit the wall, causing his hands to go numb.

What's even weirder is that Wuming still feels something moving in his waist.

He looked along the squirming spot and found a ritual pot on his waist shaking gently.

"This is... the pot where tears are put!" Wuming suddenly realized.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't immediately take out the pot to check. Instead, he walked around and around in his own courtyard - the hiding place where the Queen of the Full Moon was hidden.

The courtyard was empty. Milie turned his back to Wuming and put his head into the room where Man Yue was, not knowing what he was saying.

Entering the courtyard, Wuming immediately opened the ritual pot.

Sure enough, the teardrops were squirming and constantly hitting the inner wall of the ritual pot.

Wuming reached out and poked the pool of sticky silver liquid:

"Hey, do you understand me?"

The teardrop squirmed for a moment, and a mouth emerged from the sticky surface:

"Understood."

Wuming was surprised, looking at the intact mouth:

"So you can speak - you've learned a lot. You won't learn from me this time?"

"You just passed through a noisy street. I can imitate you, so I learned quickly." Mouth said, "I have learned your language along the way."

"Awesome." Wuming poked his tears, "Then do you know how you were made? Can you teach me the technique?"

"I can only imitate." Teardrop said, "I can't do things I haven't touched before."

"That's quite magical." Wuming stared at the ritual pot, "Can you imitate someone bigger than me?"

"Okay." said the imitation teardrop, "but I don't want to imitate you."

The imitating Teardrop spoke very hastily, as if he was resisting imitating Wuming again.

"I'm not asking you to imitate me." Wuming said, "There is a woman in this yard. Can you imitate her? She is the one in the house."

Imitation teardrops gush out from the ritual pot, then expand, and silver mist spreads around the body.

The mist dispersed, and another full moon queen sat in front of Wuming.

"Okay!" Wuming applauded, "Take two steps!"

The Queen of the Full Moon stood up, took steps, and walked back and forth around Wuming.

Wuming frowned: "It feels...not very elegant."

The posture of the Teardrop Imitation is not only inelegant, it is even very mechanical and does not resemble the walking of a normal person.

"I can only imitate it," said the imitation Full Moon Queen. "This person doesn't walk. I can only use the postures of people on the street and you to replace them. The body shape is not suitable."

"It seems there is still room for improvement. We need to train and train more." Wuming said, "Okay, let's change back first."

The Queen of the Full Moon seemed to have leaked air and suddenly collapsed back into a silver teardrop.

Wuming observed the eye-catching silver surface of the teardrop:

"I've never heard of this thing like you outside, and I've never seen it before. It must be quite rare - you need to disguise it."

"As long as you don't let me pretend to be you, anything will work." Teardrop said.

"Can it be turned into an embroidery needle and hidden in the ear?" Wuming asked.

"No." Teardrop said, "Although I can become very big, I am not very good at becoming small. I cannot become too small, at least bigger than a heart."

"It's bigger than a heart, so it's not too small." Wuming said, "It's still not easy to carry around. It's not much smaller than putting it in a ritual pot—"

His eyes fell on the ritual pot: "With it, you can turn into a pot."

Pot, in the border area, not only describes a dead container, but also a living pot.

By pouring human flesh and blood into it, the pot can give birth to life, limbs and wisdom.

The Alexander whom Wuming met in the Red Lion City before was the Warrior Pot that inherited the flesh and blood of the warriors, and also inherited the warriors' legacy - to become a hero.

"Living pots are quite common, and they can move freely, allowing you to freely express your will." Wuming said, "Just pretend to be a living pot."

There was a living pot in Stonewell. Wuming took Teardrop over there, and after just one glance, Teardrop learned the structure of the living pot.

The silver teardrops flowed directly into the pot, cut four holes in it, transformed into four limbs, and covered it with a lid, making it plump and plump.

Teardrop controlled his limbs and turned in a circle: "Is it similar?"

"Exactly the same." Wuming said, "It's safe now."

Wuming calmly walked around the street with tears in his eyes. Sure enough, he didn't attract the attention of the civilians, as if he didn't exist.

Wuming nodded with satisfaction, turned back to Teardrop and said: "Not bad, not bad, from now on you will turn into a pot and follow me -"

Wuming froze.

There was nothing behind him, except for the shadow of the pot.
Chapter completed!