Chapter 443 Painful Namelessness

Wuming suddenly ran to a strange place, and wanted to ask the boatman. When he turned his head, he saw that the boat had already sounded the horn, and the body gradually disappeared, more than half of it had disappeared.

Before Wuming could react and do anything, the boat disappeared.

"Hey, don't leave!" Wuming was dumbfounded, "This is in the wilderness, I am unfamiliar with the place... The driver can't do this."

Wuming is very familiar with the strangeness of the strange plains and strange cemeteries. Wuming has a good adaptability to this kind of confusion, and it is not the first time he has faced this situation.

What Wuming cares about is that his career in the border area has not been completed yet.

Wuming also wants to use the dead to completely solve the labor problem and build a business empire that never sets.

However, he got on the wrong bus, and the beautiful store was just a dream.

"Who will make up for the dead business that I lack?"

Wuming was heartbroken and regretted it. He knelt on the ground, supported the ground with his hands, and his five fingers were digging the soil.

Then he sniffed.

Wuming sniffed, then put his hands close to the ground and sniffed carefully.

This land not only smelled of soil, but also various smells that Wuming was very familiar with.

The smell of death, the smell of souls, and the smell of fire brought by scorched earth and melted flesh.

Wuming continued to dig the soil, dig the soil, and dig the soil again.

Digging and digging, he dug a hole in the ground.

In the hole, a corpse was dug out by him.

He stood up, looked at the plain that was almost endless and the tombstones of spirits on the plain, and smiled.

The great joy immediately dispelled Wuming's sadness.

"Look at the good side, since the boat can bring me here, it should be able to take me back." Wuming became optimistic, "As long as we find another boat, it will be fine."

Cheered up, shook off his spirit and the dirt on his body, Wuming was ready to explore this vast unknown land with infinite wealth.

At the beginning, he gave Wuming a big gift, and he couldn't imagine how many treasures would be waiting for him in this land.

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"What did you say? Wuming disappeared?"

During the video conference, people asked the same unbelievable question.

Roger took Fia to the caravan's camp nearby and informed the caravan of what happened.

No one believed it at first, until Serei couldn't contact Wuming and couldn't find him after searching everywhere, everyone finally became serious.

Patch, Seren, Michaela... the executives of the caravan put down their work and dealt with this matter with all their strength.

After all, the result of not being able to contact Wuming last time is still hanging in the sky, competing with the golden tree.

Patch and Roger reviewed the whole process of Wuming's disappearance, and it was still a little unbelievable:

"The boy was taken away by the call ship?"

Fia said: "This is the only possibility I can think of."

"But where can the call ship take people? Seren's communication range has covered the entire border..." Patch pondered.

Michaela had the gloomiest and most serious expression:

"It can only be that place."

"Where?" Millicent immediately looked at her uncle.

Michaela fell into silence for a moment, as if in deep thought, and did not immediately respond to Millicent's question.

"Uncle?" Millicent looked at Michaela's expression and became more and more flustered, "Is it a terrible place?"

"A land full of pain." Michaela said slowly, "A shadowy place hidden by the brilliant light of the golden tree."

"Where is that?" Millicent asked.

In the video conference, the young people were a little confused, while the older generation sat up straight without making a sound.

"In the center of the junction." Patch answered Millicent, "between the six divine towers."

"The center of the junction..." Millicent recalled, and used her little brain that was frequently forgotten by corruption to think for a long time, "Isn't there a sea?"

Millicent covered her mouth: "By the way, the teacher can't swim. If he falls into the sea... it's over!"

Millicent became anxious: "What should I do?"

"The center of the junction is not a sea." Michaela said, "Or it wasn't. Mother's veil separated it, and now the Shadow Land no longer exists in the world."

"Just like the round table?" Roger said.

Selian said: "I thought the sea was caused by a collision of stars."

Patch said: "There are indeed stars there."

Millicent said: "Since we know where it is, we can contact the teacher, right?"

The young people looked at the older generation, and the older generation was silent collectively.

Roger speculated: "Since Wuming went there by boat, can we also go by boat?"

"We are not half-dead." Patch said, he looked at Michaela, "That place is no longer connected to the border in space, is there a way to break the seal?"

Michaela thought for a moment: "... I will solve the seal."

Patch looked sideways: "You are worthy of being the god who is closest to her. Can you solve another problem by the way?"

"What about the attitude of the Golden Tree?" Michaela asked.

Patch nodded and explained to others:

"The secret of the Shadow Land is the taboo of the Golden Tree, and it can be said to be the biggest taboo. The Golden Tree tried its best to hide it, but we have to tear open the seal and open the passage. If it was the previous Golden Tree, the order collapsed, it didn't matter. But now, thanks to the missing guy, we have to face Ge Fulei, Mungget, and this Golden Tree that has recovered."

Patch looked at Michaela: "This problem is more troublesome than unlocking the seal itself. It might be best for you to solve it."

Michaela said: "But I want to go to the Land of Shadows in person to find Wuming."

"Those who are capable work hard. Your power is better used to open channels and resolve conflicts. It is a waste to find people." Patch said, "I will be responsible for selecting the candidates to go to the Shadow Land."

Michaela bit her lip and did not respond to Patch's arrangement. She only said: "I will solve the seal first."

After cutting off the communication, Michaela seemed a little tired. He regained his huge and ugly body and sat on the lounge chair with his forehead in his hands.

"Brother, you look worried." Marlenia was always by his side and noticed Michaela's mood swings.

"Have you heard about Chapolili?" Michaela asked.

Marlenia nodded. When she woke up, there was such a big pillar of fire on the horizon. She must ask to know about it.

"People have witnessed too many tragic things, which will cause pain to themselves, and their mood will always change due to those tragic things." Michaela said, "The situation in the Land of Shadows is more tragic than before. Wuming is a kind person. , if he goes there, he will definitely feel very painful if he is affected by the Shadow Land and undergoes some changes..."

Marlenia said: "You said he was a strong man."

"I don't want anything to happen," Michaela said, "and pain and worry are always unavoidable. That world is so miserable, after all, it is... the graveyard of all the darkness that has been driven into the corner by light. He is a strong man, but also a kind man.”

Michaela held her hands and prayed for Wuming, hoping that he wouldn't be too sad or in too much pain when he saw those tragic scenes.

Although Michaela knew that it was impossible, Wuming would definitely be in pain and feel sad for those miserable people.

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At this time, in the Land of Shadows, Wuming was groaning in pain.

"Ugh, it's so painful." Wuming lay on the ground in pain, looking at the night sky.

When Wuming first came to the Land of Shadows, it was still daytime. On this vast plain, Wuming walked for a long time before he found a road. He started walking along the road, trying to find pedestrians who could ask for directions.

Beside the avenue, Wuming discovered many dark-looking people. Some were kneeling down to worship, or some were staggering around, their bodies were thin and thin, almost as if they were about to disappear.

These pitch-black, emaciated people have a few horny clusters on their heads, which look a bit like trumpet's ominous horns.

Everyone seemed to be moaning, sobbing and wailing in a low voice, which reminded Wuming of those immortals in the past, only they seemed to be in more pain.

They wailed in low voices, their voices full of pain:

"Did we do anything? We just have to live peacefully..."

"Are you locals?" Wuming stepped forward to chat enthusiastically, "Have you encountered any difficulties? If you have any difficulties, just ask, I can help."

"They were all burned." said the dark figures, "burned..."

The pitch-black villain hugged his shoulders, and pieces of burnt black debris peeled off from his flesh, clearly explaining why their bodies were so dark.

"You were burned like this!" Wuming suddenly realized.

"That's right! They were all burned! Burned by Mersemer and his minions...our hometown, our wives and daughters..." The little black man with horns became more and more painful.

Wuming understood, and nodded, "That's good."

"Okay?" The little black people were stunned and looked at Wuming blankly.

"It's so beautiful, the burn marks." Wuming said, "Don't you think it's cool, dressed in black? Do you know the Black Knight? It's so handsome... By the way, you seem to be locals, do you know where there are boats nearby? Also There is a map.”

Wuming stood there obediently, thinking he had a good attitude, and wanted to wait for the locals to give him an answer.

He was waiting for an old punch.

The little black men around him suddenly rushed towards him like a tide, and they hit Wuming with their bastard fists.

It hurt unexpectedly!

These little black men looked thin and emaciated, as if they had explosives hidden in their bodies. Their thin fists fell on the nameless armor like giant hammers.

"Hey, it's a master!" Wuming screamed, quickly dodged, distanced himself, and raised his hands, "I don't mean any harm, I just got lost."

But the little black men couldn't hear Wuming's words at all, and they went crazy with howls, attacking Wuming desperately, biting and scratching without weapons.

Wuming had no choice but to retreat first, leave the road, and get rid of those little black people.

"What's wrong with me? Didn't I just praise the Black Knight?" Wuming became more and more confused as he thought about it, "Is it possible that these people don't like being burned?"

Wuming shook his head repeatedly: "You actually refuse to accept such a happy thing? It's really stupid."

Without asking for directions, Wuming had no choice but to find it on his own, wandering on the plain of the spiritual tomb.

I wandered like this for a long time until late at night.

Wuming lay down helplessly, looking at a forging stone in his hand - his only gain in the past half day.

"It's so big, how come it's so big." Wuming lamented, and then he became angry and embarrassed, slamming the ground, "Why don't I have a horse? If I had a horse, would I be like this?"

Wuming walked on his legs for a long time in the vast plain, but he just didn't reach the edge.

The first moment he left, Wuming was surprised by the vastness of this cemetery. The second moment he left, Wuming imagined the future of the store. By the sixth hour, Wuming's eyes were already straight.

Lying on the plain of the cemetery, Wuming looked up at the sky, at the huge moon, at the crooked, ugly, faded and white giant tree in the dark night, and above the giant tree, something like the curtain of the queen's boudoir blocked out the sun.

"Where? Boat, where are you?"

Without a boat or a horse, Wuming was in great pain.

There was a kind of bitterness in the early stage of entrepreneurship.

Unable to find a means of transportation, Wuming could only find a place to stay and try to find a local to ask where the boat was.

Wuming used the moonlight and the light from the trees to find a place that looked like a broken temple and prepared to deal with it for one night.

When he went in, he saw that there was already someone living there.

A warrior holding a giant sword, carrying a heavy crossbow and covered in heavy armor.

At first glance, he was a master, which was intimidating.

Wuming happily went over to say hello:

"Hello, I'm lost. Can I stay for one night? By the way, ask for directions."

Looking at the opposite side again, the sword had been raised.

"I have no ill intentions." Wuming raised his hand, "Can't we solve it peacefully?"

"This is the Wuming Mausoleum." The knight opposite said in a muffled voice, "This is not the place you should come to. You disturbed my sleep."

"Are there any taboos?" Wuming was curious, "If I offend you, I apologize first."

"This is the Mausoleum." The knight moved his body slightly, revealing a sarcophagus behind him. At the same time, his body became a little illusory.

"It's only for the dead." Wuming suddenly realized, "I can, I'm not a living person."

A ball of soul was spit out by Wuming and shown to the knight.

The warrior was speechless for a while and said, "This is the 'Wuming' Mausoleum."

He emphasized the word Wuming.

The warrior said, "This is a place for warriors who have lost their hearts and names."

"No problem." Wuming took off his breastplate, revealing the chest with a huge hole, "I don't have a heart."

Wuming put on his armor and gave the warrior a thumbs up:

"I don't have a name either."

The warrior was silent and didn't know what to say for a while.

When he came to his senses again, he found that Wuming had disappeared, but there was a sound of the stone coffin opening behind him.

"What are you doing?" The soldier turned his head sharply.

Wuming had already gone around to the back and was opening the lid of the coffin, and half of his body had already crossed over.

"Go to sleep." Wuming said, "Isn't this the Wuming Temple that specifically accommodates unknown warriors like me?"

Wuming lay down in the stone coffin, twisted his body, and pushed the bones of the warrior in the coffin to one side with his buttocks: "Make way, move some room, we can squeeze together for one night, good night."

Then the stone coffin closed, and the warrior spirit standing outside disappeared, replaced by the long and quiet breathing sound in the coffin.

The next morning, Wuming climbed out of the coffin, refreshed. The heavily armored warrior couldn't straighten his back, as if he had been squeezed dry.

"Why didn't you say you could absorb souls?" The warrior's voice was also a little weak, and his figure became more ethereal.

"I forgot." Wuming scratched his head, smiled and stuffed a few souls into the warrior's hands to nourish him, "Let me introduce myself, my name is Wuming, a merchant."

"I am Wuming too, Lonely Prison Knight." The warrior introduced himself.

"Do you have a map of this place? Where is the call ship?" Wuming handed Lonely Prison Knight a few more souls and sucked them with him to get some information.

"Ship? There should be one in the south." Lonely Prison Knight gave Wuming a suggested map, "It's probably this way."

"What a simple map." Wuming said, "Are all your maps so simple?"

"I'm not going out, why do I need a detailed map?" Lonely Prison Knight pointed to the door of Wuming's temple, indicating that there was nothing to say and he could get out, "Get out."

"That's right, goodbye, brother." Wuming grabbed the map and said goodbye to Lonely Prison Knight in a friendly manner.

Although the map was simple, it drew the main road, and it was still identifiable with the main road as a mark.

Wuming followed the map back to the main road on the plain and headed south.