Chapter 424 The Prosperous Holy Tree

Wuming fell from mid-air and heard the continuous sound of firecrackers all around, flesh and blood flying everywhere, bright lights, and endless excitement.

As if attending some grand event.

"Wait, that's not Lady Michaela!"

The explosion lasted for a while, twelve times in a row, and then stopped with a cry.

Wuming was dazzled by the constant flashes of explosions. He paused for a while and looked at some people dressed as soldiers in front of him.

Wuming reacted:

"So you see me as Michaela?"

Wuming lowered his head and looked at himself, then tapped the armor on his body and made a vibrating sound:

"This doesn't look like it either."

"Isn't it true? You are uglier than Lady Michaela." The Holy Tree soldiers said.

"Then why did you get it wrong?"

"It's not that I saw it wrong, I'm just too excited." The Holy Tree Soldier said, "There was news from above that Lady Michaela has returned. We hurried over to greet her. Everyone was so excited."

"You were so excited that it exploded?" Wuming looked at the broken bones and blood on the road and felt that the situation of the holy tree was a bit strange. "So why did it explode?"

"This is the light." The soldiers explained, "It is the light that guides Lady Michaela home."

The soldiers were quite moved: "Ah, Lady Michaela must have seen this light before she could find her way home."

Loretta Millicent and others also came down. Loretta saw the minced meat on the ground and behaved as usual. She seemed to have turned a blind eye to it and did not think it was caused by Wu Ming.

Loretta said to Wuming:

"Sir Michaela has not returned for a long time. The holy tree continues to decay. Everyone has been waiting for too long, and finally chose to guide the return of Lord Mikaela in this way."

"Will this work?" Wuming didn't believe it.

"This is their belief." Loretta said, "It doesn't matter whether it works or not. Besides, Lady Michaela is indeed coming back, isn't she?"

Wuming looked at the joyful residents of the Holy Tree and found it difficult to evaluate this fanatical belief.

Loretta took a few steps forward and shouted to everyone:

"Ms. Michaela is already on the way and will be back soon. Don't get too excited."

"But didn't it say that Lady Michaela has returned?" The Holy Tree soldiers were disappointed.

"You have your own difficulties, and you should be considerate of Ms. Michaela. Please clean up yourselves and don't use this kind of light to welcome Ms. Michaela." Loretta said.

"Then who are these people...?" The Holy Tree soldiers looked at Nameless Millicent and others with some vigilance. Indeed, as Loretta said, they were still wary of outsiders because of Michaela's disappearance.

"This is the person who saved Lady Michaela, and he is an honored guest." Loretta said, "They are planning to do business in the Holy Tree, so you must give them preferential treatment."

After giving instructions, Loretta returned to the upper level again to complete her escort mission, while the nameless employees came down one by one.

I heard that he was Mikaela's benefactor, and the Holy Tree Man of the Pillar was indeed very hospitable.

Wuming took the opportunity to ask the locals to give him a tour and observe the condition of the sacred tree.

The path to the sacred tree pillar Abrefil is indeed very narrow, not much larger than the branches of the tree crown. But it is very deep. There are many small rooms built on the pillars of the sacred tree. They are connected and arranged in an orderly manner by the steps, just like a giant well, with a honeycomb-like structure on the well wall.

With the arrival of Patch and the caravan, Serui's original interference seemed to have disappeared. Serui's shadow followed the caravan bosses and deduced that the practical application space of the Holy Tree was actually quite large.

Serui said: "Although there are difficulties in transportation, the market here is very large, and there are a large number of people gathering on almost every floor."

Patch said: "The best solution would be to send a large number of merchants distributed among the layers to provide commodity transactions."

Wuming asked: "The market is very big? How big is it? Can it reach the scale of Nimgefu?"

"If the per capita consumption level is the same, it can be achieved." Serui's response made Wuming overjoyed, "But if the Holy Tree is the same as the previous Yatan people, then there will be a double discount."

"Does the 20% discount mean that the actual market is only 80%?"

"It means that there is only 20% of the market." Serrui said, "But this needs further investigation."

Wuming immediately started interviewing and observing, and conducted tentative research.

Wuming approached the tour guide:

"Do you have any spare rooms here that can be used as our commercial housing?"

The tour guide looked embarrassed and seemed to be resisting.

"Are you resistant to commercial activities?" Wuming asked.

The tour guide shook his head: "No, no, no, you are a businessman. This is something we already know. There are many people in the Holy Tree, and we don't have many vacant rooms. There are indeed some spare rooms here, but... they are not very auspicious."

"Unlucky?" This kind of nameless expression is relatively rare. "How do you say it?"

The tour guide said: "Our rooms are built against the wall of the sacred tree. Corrupt red moss has begun to grow on the inner walls of some rooms. This is mainly concentrated on the lower floors. Many current residents have also slowly moved from the lower floors to the upper floors. Yes. There is also sporadic corruption in the upper levels, so we will free up those rooms."

"Corruption..." Wuming said, "That should be okay, we have some means to deal with it."

The tour guide said: "There are also some rooms on the upper floor, and there are corpses defiled by the Bad Omen Corner. We don't want to go near them."

"The Bad Omen Corner..." Wuming muttered.

"Yes, that is a demon of unknown origin." The tour guide was still frightened. "It will use the evil omen horn to forcibly defile others. It is very scary."

Wuming said: "I thought the holy tree would accept bad omens."

"The son of the evil omen took away our Lord Mikaela," the tour guide said, "and even Lord Mikaela will not let the omen get close to ordinary people. The taint of the furnace is contagious and irreversible. What Lady Michaela means is to set aside a separate area so that they can live a stable life and cannot mix together."

"I don't think there's any harm..." Wuming mumbled, "Okay, those rooms belong to us, and I'll be responsible for cleaning them for you."

"Are you okay?" The tour guide looked at Wuming's small body, "Be careful of being defiled. You have never seen the devil, so you don't know how scary he is."

"Wearing the same armor as Omen, right? Holding a spinal sword in his hand, right?" Wuming asked.

The tour guide was surprised: "Yes, have you seen it?"

"That guy's name is Copro-Eater." Wuming smiled, "He used to work for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tour guide and other accompanying personnel took several steps back and looked at Wuming nervously.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the situation is more complicated." Wuming waved his hand, "He has been locked up now, and he is locked up with Mengge."

"What on earth is going on?" The tour guide dared to approach Wuming.

"That's a long story." Wuming said, "But we and Mikayla both worked hard to catch the copro-eater. That was also the first time I saw Mikayla. The guy said that I let him go. It can be considered as exalting me.”

Wuming clapped his hands: "In short, we have caught the coprophagous man. How difficult can he be to deal with what he left behind?"

Wuming immediately entered the room that the Holy Tree Man did not dare to enter. Sure enough, he saw a familiar corpse, tied to a chair, disembowelled, with the horn of evil emerging from it. The flesh and blood had dried up, as if it had been dead for a long time. The room was also filled with cobwebs and twigs.

Wuming set a fire, and the flames turned into whips. He accurately licked away the weeds in the room and disinfected the body.

Then he lifted the body and the chair together and walked out of the room. Seeing Wuming coming out with the body, the tour guides quickly took a few steps back.

"Where should I throw it?" Wuming looked at the hole cliff on the other side of the stairs, "How do you usually dispose of garbage? Do you just throw it over there?"

"No, no, that's not a garbage dump." The tour guide hurriedly crossed his hands and shouted, "That's the bottom of the sacred tree over there. Lady Marlenia is sleeping there. Don't wake her up."

"Okay." Wuming increased the firepower in his hands, completely burned the corpse chair to ashes, put it in a pot, sealed it with cloth and wax, and handed it to Patch, "You can handle it."

Patch wrapped an extra layer of protective cover around the pot and handled it more carefully than Wuming.

Patch said: "Now that the room has been determined, let's move some of the goods over first. You can check the consumption level of the Holy Tree Man."

Wuming tested it in the Holy Tree for a week and came to the conclusion——

The number of people here is larger than that of Ningmugefu, the willingness to consume is stronger than that of Nimgofu and the Lake District, and the consumption level is higher than that of Altan.

"What a treasure!" Wuming looked at the runes harvested in a week and was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

Although the space is too small to open a large store, it relies on the most primitive stalls to sell goods, but it has achieved much higher revenue than other areas.

Wuming concluded that it was because the Holy Tree had been isolated from the world for a long time and was quite curious about the outside world.

As long as it was something from the outside world, they were all interested in it, and they still had runes in their hands that they couldn't spend for thousands of years.

So from the first time the store opened, Wuming never stopped. It was also the first time that he went for a week without taking a break for even ten minutes.

In addition to products, the Holy Tree people are also very interested in Michaela's affairs. Wuming even opened a paid storytelling platform to tell stories about Michaela's affairs, and these people actually paid to listen.

Moreover, the people of the Holy Tree are extremely honest. When Wuming tried to promote the Paq Coin in the Holy Tree, there was almost no opposition or any obstruction. Everyone deposited a lot of their belongings to the caravan and exchanged them for discs and virtual Pache coins. Strange coins.

Then I used it to watch Mikayla's long live broadcasts, whether it was courses about the Golden Law, or singing, dancing and playing ball, I watched them all with gusto and mesmerized me.

After finding out the spending power of the Holy Tree, the caravans began to spread rapidly on all levels of the Holy Tree. Wuming's first store was finally no longer so busy and needed to accept the residents of the Holy Tree who came from all levels.

He finally had time to take a rest.

Wuming found a branch that was full of corruption and no one was near it, and lay down on it.

Thinking of the hardships and situations he encountered in various places along the way, the endless obstacles and difficulties, and then thinking of the perfect business environment of Holy Tree, Wuming wanted to cry.

"No wonder your followers are so fanatical." Wuming wiped away tears, "I want to believe in you, Michaela."

"Right." Michaela's virtual image was sitting on a branch, swinging her feet, looking at the holy tree and smiling, "This was once my dream and hope, and it was also the junction and my mother's hope."

"Once? Isn't it now?" Wuming was too tired to turn over and asked with his eyes closed.

Michaela did not answer, but smiled:

"I said, if you are tired, I can provide you with a sound sleep and the best quality of rest. Don't move, I will calm your spirit."

Wuming becomes increasingly sleepy:

"But when did you come here? Your people talk about you every day. Where have you been?"

"We're almost there, arriving in the snowfield." Michaela said, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to show up here."

"You can show yourself in front of your people first." Wuming said, "Proceed step by step, otherwise they will suddenly see you and have to blow up a few more. Still can't be so extreme, how can you make money in such an extreme - at least first before blowing up. Leave your family savings to me."

Michaela covered her mouth and chuckled:

"The Holy Tree is blessed to have a profiteer like you."

"Is there any businessman who doesn't cheat? He just makes a living, brother." Wuming said.

"With you in the Holy Tree, I feel more relieved. You have the power to bring warmth to everyone." Michaela looked around the Holy Tree, then lowered her head and looked at the hole at the bottom of the Holy Tree.

"Do me a favor," he said.

"Ten million runes." Wuming said.

"Okay." Michaela said, "I can give you the entire sacred tree."

Wuming opened one eye and looked over:

"What is so important?"

Michaela said: "The golden needle I gave you is a completed version of the golden needle, which has the power to expel external gods. When you see my sister, please give her the golden needle to expel the corruption that is parasitic on her body. The effect of the golden needle I have verified it with epileptic fire, and the God of Corruption is not stronger than epileptic fire."

"Why don't you give it to her yourself..." Wuming became increasingly sleepy.

Michaela held her chin up:

"My sister... should be even more ugly now. But if the corruption is cured, she will be very beautiful. She will become the owner of the holy tree and be in charge of the entire holy tree. When her illness is cured, she will be beautiful. She will become a better woman if she no longer has to face those painful decisions."

Michaela said: "If you marry my sister, you can get the entire sacred tree."

"You want me to join the Holy Tree...I don't hesitate to sell my sister for political marriage. I'm so cruel as a brother..."

Michaela looked back and stared at Wuming, who was gradually falling into sleep. He picked up his toes and jumped among the branches. The mottled light and shadow among the trees passed through his virtual image, like a bubble-like dream.

Michaela knelt down in front of Wuming's head, saw the scarlet fungus carpet near Wuming, stared at it for a moment, and then leaned down, her blond hair hanging down like silk threads, covering Wuming's helmet.

"If possible, I hope I can take this position." Michaela said, the virtual image settled, and the figure passed through the unknown and disappeared into the branches.

Wuming fell into a deep sleep in the faint purple air.

When Wuming woke up from a deep sleep, he felt more energetic than ever.

"Michaela's sleep service is really good." Wuming touched his chin and sat up, "I feel like it can be developed."

Wuming felt a little heavy.

When he looked down, he saw a black cat lying in his arms, also sleeping, purring and stretching in his sleep, its long tail twining around Wuming's arms.

"Where did the cat come from?" Wuming scratched his head.

Wuming couldn't figure out why he had a cat growing on his body, and Wuming didn't bother to think about it. The holy tree completely attracted his attention.

Thinking of the runes he could earn from the Holy Tree in the future, Wuming immediately cheered up, put the sleeping black cat on top of his head, jumped off the branch, ran to the caravan with the black cat on his head, and continued doing business.