Chapter 189 The benefits of eating shit

Author: Crow Topan

Chapter 189 The benefits of eating shit

Melina sat on a stone, chewing slowly, biting the jerky bite.

Wuming sat opposite Melina and watched her eat quietly.

Melina was eating jerky and staring at the ground in a daze.

Under the stone, a tender green tree bud emerged from the gap under the heavy pressure of the stone.

Wuming also noticed Melina's gaze, looked over, and sighed:

"Life is slender and tenacious and fearless."

When Melina heard Wuming say such words, she glanced at him with some surprise and continued to stutter her jerky.

Wuming asked when he saw that Melina was almost finished eating:

"How is it tasted? Is there anything that needs improvement?"

"I can't say it." Melina replied.

The long-term life of the remnant soul made her forget the feeling of the living.

Melina couldn't tell whether the smell was right.

She couldn't even tell whether this strange feeling was taste.

"How did you do it?" Melina asked.

"My hometown has a lot of applications for the soul, and my understanding of the soul is deeper." Wuming said, "There are some ways that can affect the soul and allow entities to interact with the soul."

Wuming said proudly: "By different influences on the soul, different levels of taste and taste similar to entities are simulated. Although they are not really tasteful, perhaps as long as they have differences, they can make people feel happy, and they can also be considered a kind of delicacy."

"Is this skill good?" Wuming asked Melina.

"good."

"Do you want to learn?" Wuming said, "I can teach you."

"I guess you want me to exchange the technology of converting Lun with me, right?" said Melina.

"You are so smart, you kid." Wuming praised Melina.

"No way," Melina refused, "The reason why I only let the witch learn is to ensure that this technology will not be overwhelmed and will be learned by evil people."

"Am I a bad person?" Ring pointed at himself.

"You don't look like a good person." Melina said bluntly, then stuffed the last bite of jerky into her mouth and licked her fingers.

"I'll be tough after I finish eating." Wuming said.

"You're suggesting that I'm just against you because I hate you?" said Melina.

"I didn't say that."

Melina said: "I really don't like you, but it's more disgusting than you. And you obviously have a deep relationship with them. As the leader of the caravan, you still have to build the village of Zhehuo."

"Can't businessmen accumulate virtue and do good deeds?" Wuming said, "We are also moral!"

"You misunderstood. I mean, the businessmen themselves are also groups that are closely related to the fire." Melina glanced at Wuming, "Although you don't seem to be involved in the fire."

"Don't you like epilepsy?" Wuming asked.

"Will anyone like it?" said Melina. "The people who are in a hurry are crazy guys who just want to melt their lives into one. They say that they are to make the world harmonious, but they are just doing destruction."

Melina's expression was a bit uncommon:

"I won't agree with that idea."

She remembered something and turned her face to look at Wuming:

"Do you think so too?"

"What do I want to say yes?" Wuming said.

Melina stood up and distanced herself from Wuming:

"Then don't get involved, and don't bewitch your husband."

Melina's eyebrows and eyes were filled with obvious disgust, and even a little murderous intent was hidden.

Wuming raised his hand and surrendered: "Don't worry, I have no heart to be angry."

Melina is not close to Wuming:

"Then why help the Epiphany Village?"

"Don't always be a village," Wuming said. "There are only when patients with epilepsy and fire gather together, and I help people."

Wuming kicked the stone pressing on the buds away, revealing the shadow below the stone. The buds have grown crookedly, and the tideworms and earthworms are suddenly exposed and begin to surge everywhere.

"Aren't patients with epilepsy, not life?" Wuming stretched out his hand and fiddled with an earthworm at his fingertips. "Do you know the characteristics of life?"

"What do you want to say?" Melina asked.

"Slim and tenacious." Wuming cut off the earthworm's body, and the two pieces of the worm continued to crawl.

The outer skin of one of the earthworms also stretched backwards, revealing a sharp teeth like gears, biting into the nameless finger in one bite.

"Ao!" Wuming shook his hand and flew the bug onto Melina's face and put it on her nose.

In an instant, Melina returned to her spirit state and allowed the insect to fall into the grass.

Wuming shook his fingers, blew, put his hand behind him, and said calmly: "Anyway, life is fragile and tough - you don't think that patients with epilepsy are not life, do you?"

"I didn't say that," Melina said. "It's just that they are really dangerous, and your help will fuel this danger."

"It's useless. If I don't help them, they will sooner or later welcome their king." Wuming said, "No matter how you suppress, suppress, or kill them, you will not be able to eradicate them. And the creatures that grow in the darker the environment are the more you don't want to face."

Wuming said: "This is a destined thing. You cannot change it by relying on this method. Life and flames are all like this. You can press a stone on it, but they can always find gaps, live in it and survive—and survive in an extremely terrifying way, and finally drill out the gaps in a desperate posture, allowing the world to witness the aliens cultivated in the shadows."

Melina was a little sensible, and the scene described by Wuming really made her, a person who firmly opposed the epilepsy.

But it's hard to refute.

"It seems like you've seen it..." Melina muttered.

If you cannot refute the truth of Wuming, you will start to directly refute Wuming.

"I have seen more than once, whether in my hometown or on this junction, immortals, mixed seeds, and sub-men..." Wuming said, "Don't underestimate the power of life."

Melina said: "According to what you said, this problem is unsolvable? You are repairing the Dyed Fire Village now to stand in advance and please the King of Fire that will appear sooner or later destroy the world?"

"You are right. Patients with epilepsy are crazy, but do you know why they are crazy?" Wuming asked.

"My brain was burned by the epilepsy?" Melina guessed.

Wuming laughed: "It's possible, but there are other reasons."

Wuming stood up, bent down from the bushes and fumbled out, and pulled out a few branches from the ground.

On the branches are fruits that are already ripe, emitting a dangerous sweet smell. The fruits rot and pus, and are round as if the eyeballs of the patient with epilepsy were bursting out.

"This thing is called the Eyeball of the locals." Wuming said, "is an anesthetic used by patients with epilepsy and fire."

Wuming pinched the fruit, and the juice flowed along his palms and dripped onto the ground. Several insects were touched by the juice and began to run wildly.

"This fruit can be anesthetized." Unknown knocked his head, "It is not only epilepsy, but also analgesics that ruin their brains. Just like the rebirth ceremony of the Queen of the Full Moon, it can make people addicted and destroy people's minds."

"Like poison," said Melina.

Wuming nodded: "It's like a poison. But what's the solution? Without this poison, they will be even more painful."

Wuming suddenly approached Melina.

Wuming's aura that disgusted the soul made Melina feel aroused and she almost kicked Wuming away.

"What are you doing?" Melina suppressed her instinctive disgust and asked Wuming to come over.

Wuming stretched out his hand and knocked Melina on the knee.

Melina's boots bounced up and kicked Wuming, making a sound of noise, wandering in the woods.

Wuming looked down at Melina's legs:

"When you grow your body, will you feel your knees hurt?"

"Have you been," Melina said, "It's more that my mother will hurt after she takes me to train."

"It is usually a sudden pain," Wuming said, "but if there is a sharper pain covering it, the long-term dull pain will slow down and will be covered by the sharp pain that is ready for a while."

"This will hurt myself," said Melina.

"But it's very useful," Wuming said, "Poison... do you know what to do when I want to pass through a highly toxic pond in my hometown?"

Melina couldn't catch up with Wuming's idea and shook her head and said she didn't know.

Wuming smiled and said, "Eat shit."

Melina leaned back and stayed away from Wuming. The jerky I just ate not only brought a rare feeling of fullness, but also brought a long-lost nausea.
To be continued...