Chapter 3 The guy who can’t die

Author: Crowtopia

Chapter 3 The guy who can’t die

Wuming slashed eight times before stopping.

Bloodfinger Nelius did receive blood, but it was his own.

Nelius awkwardly distanced himself.

He couldn't think too much now, and the feeling of dying made him take out the Holy Grail bottle and replenish it with blood.

Wuming did not pursue him, he just watched Nelius finish the medicine.

"Is that the Holy Grail bottle?" Wuming asked, "Give me a full sip."

Nelius was speechless: "We must be enemies."

"Indeed." Wuming nodded, "That can only be..."

Wuming put away his sword and shield, with his hands empty, and suddenly fell to his knees.

"What are you doing-"

Nelius was wondering when he suddenly felt the ground getting hot.

what happened?

Nelius saw brilliant sparks rising from the ground.

Flowers more gorgeous and violent than his bloody blade.

Through the firelight, Nelius couldn't see clearly what was in Wuming's hand, and could only vaguely make out what medium it was.

Despicable, this guy is not a warrior at all, he is a mage.

This was Nelius's last thought. In just a moment, his body was rushed into the air, turned into charcoal, and fell to pieces.

His cloth was burned away, leaving only the two swords and the Holy Grail bottle in his hands intact.

The Holy Grail bottle fell to the ground and rolled to Wuming's feet.

Wuming picked up the Holy Grail bottle and poured the healing liquid along the gaps in the armor.

He smacked his lips and was thinking about it when he suddenly found that the grass swept by the flames had been burned away, revealing a cave hidden in it.

It was the cave he had been looking for for a long time but could not find.

"What a good man." Wuming put his hands on his hands and smiled.

He closed his hands and thanked Nelius, who had been burned to ashes.

After thanking him, he took the two swords away with him.

Even the ashes were not left behind. They were placed in a cracked pot, and some ashes leaked out from time to time.

Unnamed Paipai Cracked Pot:

"Good fertilizer, I can sell you to the farm."

After saying that a good person has a safe life, Wuming picked up the two daggers and observed.

To be precise, it was an alien dagger. The blade was twisted and covered with evil-looking serrations, and the serrations were stained with wet blood.

The strange and evil blood on the sword was like tarsal maggots, burrowing along his gauntlet.

Wuming did not stop him and allowed the wet blood to enter the armor.

Nothing happened, the blood that penetrated was like water dripping into the desert, without causing any waves.

"We should be able to sell it for a good price." Wuming held up the two knives and estimated the price.

There was a sound in the air, reaching Wuming's back.

"Come again?"

Wuming was no longer defenseless this time, he quickly moved out of the way and looked behind him.

A man wearing an iron hat and holding a long sword approached Wuming unknowingly.

"I found you." The man's voice was filled with vicissitudes of life.

"Is that all you say?" Wuming was impatient, "Can't you just introduce yourself?"

The man in the bamboo hat continued:

"The blood finger Nerius, together with your cursed blood, comes to an end, I, Yura, will be buried——"

"Although you are reciting something that seems to be cool, but my name is not Nelius." Wuming interrupted him and waved his hand.

Yura stopped, looked at Wuming carefully, hesitated for a while, and said:

"Why are you holding Nelius's weapon?"

"I'm still holding his Holy Grail bottle." Wuming twisted his butt and shook the bottle on his waist.

He handed the cracked pot to Yura:

"You really want to bury him? Here are his ashes. You can count two hundred and one jars."

Yura was silent for a moment and put away the long knife:

"Sorry for offending, you can actually defeat him, you have the ability."

A muffled laughter sounded from the armor:

"Just a nobody."

Yura said: "My name is Yura, and I am a hunter who hunts Bloodfinger. Are you the new Faded One?"

"Not really, I've been here for a while." Wuming said, "So the man who invaded me is called Nelius?"

"Yes, these Blood Fingers are also faded ones, but they attack their compatriots and are crazy about cursing blood. They are a disaster in this land." Yura said, "These guys have been crazy for a long time. It is impossible to communicate with them.

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"Is this why you attacked me without any reason?"

Yura choked for a few seconds: "I am getting old, and it is normal for my eyesight to be bad. If there is an invasion of blood fingers in the future, I will help you."

"You came so late, how can you still help me?" Wuming said disdainfully.

Yura's face turned a little red: "By the way, I can give you a piece of advice, don't go near Lake Yakir, it's the dragon's territory."

"That's where I came from. Your advice is so useful." Wuming waved his hand, "Okay, I have something else to do, so you can play alone."

Yura watched Wuming walk into the cave, still a little dazed.

"You actually talk to me in a coaxing tone. Why do the faded people nowadays disrespect the elderly so much..."

Mengliu Cave, Wuming walked in.

This is a very open cave with some hay mats, a few broken sheds, and a treasure chest.

Wuming shouted several times in the cave, but no one responded except his own echo.

"No one?" Wuming wondered, "This businessman is really relieved that he can put such a big treasure box here without fear of losing it."

He walked up to the treasure chest, drew his sword and struck with a knife. Some wood chips were cut out of the treasure chest, and the lid of the treasure chest shook.

"It's not locked yet, it looks like it's just a box."

Wuming lost interest in the box and sat down on the treasure box, preparing to wait for the merchant to come back.

Unexpectedly, the weight of the armor he covered was so heavy that his butt directly broke the lid of the treasure chest.

"What quality?" Wuming pulled the treasure box out of his butt.

Before I could see what was in the box, a mean voice came from high up:

"Oh oh oh? Break into my room and want to steal something? Shameless thief, just leave your valuables and get out..."

A bald man jumped from a high platform in the cave, holding a spear and a large shield, his forehead shining brightly.

At the same time, several people jumped down from the high platform, and several people also jumped out of the grass at the entrance of the cave.

There was even the naked fader from before.

The bald man stared at Wuming fiercely, and was about to say a few harsh words, when his eyes suddenly widened.

A similar look appeared in the peephole of the nameless armor.

The two of them pointed at each other in unison: "It's you!"

These simple and familiar words made the bald boy hesitate, wondering whether he should continue to charge forward.

Only the one with faded buttocks and bare butt was armed with a stick and was extremely brave. He shouted and was about to charge forward.

Patch quickly dropped his weapon, held down the faded one, and smiled at Wuming:

"Children are ignorant and are just joking with you."

Wumingji didn't care, he just stared at Patch with a bit of joy in his eyes:

"I didn't expect to see you again, Patch."

There was no joy in Patch's eyes, but more embarrassment and fear. He shouted:

"I didn't expect it either. Why are you still alive? It's not over anymore? How many years have it been?"

Wuming laughed: "You actually recognize me."

"I can recognize you even when you're burned to ashes." Patch looked up and down at the armor, "You really don't get tired of wearing this knight's armor, you're a guy who can't die."
Chapter completed!