Chapter 287 Brave New World

Wuming collided and rolled along the cliff, following Alexander's pot traces all the way to the Pot Village.

Then he stood up unharmed and like a normal person:

"We arrived at the bottom floor of the study - Hucun. Hucun is so beautiful."

Wuming took a deep breath and was intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers in Hu Village.

"If you can smell it with your nose, just smell it." Patch jumped off the cliff sitting on Torret, and Melina also jumped down lightly.

"What do you know? Although my nose is not particularly sensitive, I can feel the soul. Where the resentful souls are depressed, it will be very stuffy - the thick fog in the lake area not only makes it difficult to breathe, but also suppresses the soul. Hu The village is different, the air here is exceptionally refreshing."

Wuming explained, looking back at Patch.

"How come you can ride a spirit horse?" Wuming was dissatisfied.

"Maybe it's because I'm too kind." Patch guessed.

"Kind?" Wuming showed a suspicious expression.

"That's so handsome."

Melina also had some doubts about this:

"Torrett rarely rides people. Even if he doesn't have a physique like Wuming that makes spirits fearful, he doesn't want people to ride on him. Toret actually lets him ride..."

Melina observed Patch calmly.

The spirit horse is different from ordinary horses. Its movement method does not completely follow the rules of horses. It can jump in the air, fly with the flow of soul air, and turn at angles that are difficult for living creatures to achieve.

It is difficult to adapt to a spirit horse if you are used to riding a horse made of flesh and blood. The riding and handling habits are different.

But Patch seemed to be familiar with it, and there was no discomfort at all. He controlled Torrett and jumped off the steep cliff. He took advantage of the protrusion of the cliff like a goat and did not rush to death.

This caravan became more and more mysterious in Melina's eyes.

"Probably because they are too inconspicuous." Wuming spread his hands and sprayed acid mist from his mouth, "There are people like that, even if they stand next to them, they will be ignored, and they have no sense of existence at all. Even if they are always around people, If you don’t say a word, it’s like it doesn’t exist. When you speak, you’ll just say some incomprehensible words without paying any attention to the atmosphere.”

Wuming's helmet was suddenly hammered and kept shaking. He looked in the direction of the attack and found that Melina was retracting the knife.

"Don't waste any more time, hurry up and get things done." Melina pointed at Hucun with a straight face to interrupt the bickering between Wuming and Pachi.

The village was peaceful. The living pots gathered together in twos and threes to play, some with big pots and three or five small pots, telling stories on the lush grass.

Wuming looked around. He fell along the route of Alexander. He was not far away from Alexander, and the collision was not small. It attracted many small pots, and they were gathering around Wuming, surrounding the three of them.

Wuming's body was a little stiff: "No, I'm a little nervous. I'm a little nervous when people surround me."

"Claustrophobia?" Melina asked.

"That's what it takes to be scared in a cave," Patch said.

"Social phobia?" Melina said again.

"He's obviously not," Patch said. "Where did you learn all those words?"

"The perfumers of the caravan," Melina said. "When we treat with them, they always talk about various illnesses - of course the most discussed ones are bad omens."

"I'm just nervous." Wuming put his hand on the scabbard, "After all, I was surrounded before and I should have been left to die."

Melina looked around. Most of the people gathered were small pots, no higher than the calf, clustered together. The smooth pot lids formed a floor with complicated patterns.

"Can this be fenced in?" Melina said.

"Don't underestimate the dwarves." Wuming said seriously, "As long as there are enough people, kings will emerge among the dwarfs."

"Big brother knows a lot." A little pot said.

The little pots held hands and began to chatter and make noise around the three people. They looked at the three people and one horse. You said something to each other, and you couldn't hear any of the conversation clearly.

"Okay, okay, you have disturbed the guests, go and play by yourself first." Alexander came over, his rich voice covered all the small pots, and dispersed them.

"The children in the village haven't seen outsiders for too long, and they are a little too excited." Alexander apologized sheepishly, "No one in the village can control them, so I am still a bit dignified and can speak more easily."

The nameless Pachi, Melina and the other three listened to Alexander's words and raised their heads slightly, looking at the top of Alexander's huge pot. A small pot was sitting on the lid of Alexander's pot, with both hands raised flat, as if they were about to fly in the air. . His two legs were swinging back and forth in mid-air, tapping Alexander's pot body.

"It's definitely a bit majestic," Patch said.

"You have a pot on your head," Melina reminded him.

"Ah!" Alexander was shocked, "I said I couldn't find him anywhere, but it turned out to be on the lid of my pot."

"Can't you feel it on the lid of the pot?" Melina said, "Is this the weakness of the living pot? Similar to the flame chariot of the flame watchers?"

"It's probably just that Alexander can't feel it." Wuming said with a smile, "Who is this little pot?"

The little pot also asked the same question. It changed its position, lay on Alexander's pot lid and asked, making a boyish voice:

"Uncle Alexander, who are these brothers and sisters?"

"They are my friends." Alexander picked up the small pot with the lid, held it in his hand, and showed it to Wuming and others, "They haven't been named yet, but we are the same kind."

"What do you mean by the same kind?" Wuming didn't know Hu's social relationship, "Relationship?"

"I am a warrior pot." Xiao Hu stood on Alexander's pot lid, posing to show off his muscles, "I am a warrior pot like Uncle Alexander."

"The kind that wants to be a hero?" Wuming asked.

Alexander and Xiaohu crossed their arms at the same time and nodded proudly.

When Alexander lowered his head, the small pot flipped off the lid and fell forward. Wuming caught him and held him in his arms.

"Thank you, big brother." Xiaohu said, "Otherwise, I might be broken."

"You're welcome, you are all the flowers of the future. You should be nurtured well and grow up well." Wuming smiled, put the small pot on the ground, and touched its lid.

"Big brother not only knows a lot, but also has great foresight." Xiaohu exclaimed.

"Oh, speaking of flowers in the future, there are so many flowers in your Hu Village." Wuming began to change the subject abruptly.

"There are many flowers in the village." Xiaohu said, "No matter what kind of flower, as long as it is planted in the center of the village, flowers like this will bloom all over the village soon. It's amazing."

"There is this kind of magic?" Wuming was surprised.

"Living pots are magic crucibles." Melina said, "The magic spells on them have all kinds of magical powers."

Wuming looked at the flowers all over the Hu Village with deep eyes and remained silent for a long time.

"Um...brother, do you want to pick flowers?" Xiaohu said.

"I'm just waiting for your words." Wuming said immediately, "Can I pick them? You have a lot of flowers here. I don't think you can use them. You can sell them to me. My price is definitely affordable."

Xiao Hu shook his head.

"The price is negotiable." Wuming said.

"We don't want money. Big brother wants it and can give it to you." Xiaohu said.

"Really?" Wuming was happy.

"But it doesn't matter if I say it alone, I'll go ask everyone." Xiaohu jumped out of Wuming's arms, ran to the village and asked around, then came back and said,

"Nobody has any objections."

"So simple and kind." Wuming wiped away tears, "How did such a good species come into being?"

"Cultured from human flesh and blood." Melina picked up a living pot, lifted the lid, and showed Wuming the rotten flesh and broken bones inside.

Melina's face was expressionless, with a hint of joking and a proud smile in her eyes:

"The dead body is buried, and the living pot is born."

"Oh, awesome." Wuming didn't react at all. He nodded and praised again and again, "It's just like our Lani-chan. By the way, remember to keep your runes well. We managed to squeeze them out of Lani. .”

Melina glanced at the sack on Torret's body and clicked her tongue.

"What's wrong?" Wuming asked Melina.

"Nothing." Melina closed the pot lid with a bang.

Wuming didn't worry too much. His attention was now entirely on the flowers in Hucun.

Nameless rubbed his hands:

"Can I really get so many rare flowers for free... Is there any convenient way to transport them here?"

"No matter how many flowers there are, how heavy the flowers can be." Patch said, "Can't we just let Torrett carry them up after picking them."

"That won't work. Tuifu is also a flower in the future. He will always go to distant places. We can't always trouble others." Wuming said.

"Always?" Patch was confused.

"How can one time be enough? We must pick one crop after another." Wuming said excitedly, "This is free!"

"You can have unlimited refills for free?" Patch said.

"Wouldn't you continue if it were your place?" Wuming asked back.

"Then I'll definitely continue. Who doesn't love the free goods? The magic crucible that reaps what you sow, this is a great treasure." Patch said.

Wuming clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at the cliff above:

"Don't we have a camp on the east side of the lake area?"

"You want to choose this place?" Patch said.

"Of course it won't be Hu Village." Wu Mingyi said solemnly, "This is a place where the extremely pure little Hus live. We can't pollute this pure land! Just build it next to the study."

"This eliminates the need to build a camp in a low-lying area that is difficult to transport, right?" Melina suddenly said from the side.

"Of course, this is also part of what you have to consider as a caravan leader, the so-called boss's responsibilities." Wuming became even more solemn.

Wuming asked Alexander: "Where is your village chief? I want to go and discuss business with him."

"We don't have a village chief in our village." Alexander said, "We should discuss anything together."

"That's good. This way, even if you don't want to, you can do the work alone." Wuming said, "Patch, come with me, you deceiver - you are very eloquent. We need to build a good relationship with the pots."

"Build a good relationship?" Xiaohu interrupted, "Do you guys want to be Huwei masters?"

"Wei Hu Master, what is it?" Wuming asked.

"They are the people who maintain the pot." Xiao Hu said. "If the pot breaks, we need the help of the pot maintenance master to repair it. Our hands are not as flexible as big brothers like you, and they are also very rough. We need smooth hands." Someone helped us repair it. Master Weihu is someone we respect very much."

Xiaohu asked Wuming innocently:

"Big Brother, are your hands slippery? I can show it to Big Brother. If Big Brother is talented, he can be our pot-weaver master."

Upon hearing this, Patch subconsciously looked at his palms.

The palms have astonishing calluses, completely unlike the palms of a lazy and lazy person.

"It's slippery..." Wuming took off his gauntlet and looked down.

Skinny, charred, with rugged bones and protruding bones, almost no skin or flesh visible. A few withered black fragments were taken off when Wuming took off his gauntlet, peeled off, fell to the ground and turned into ashes.

"It's slippery." Wuming raised his head and said with conviction.

"It seems... not very slippery." Xiaohu looked at Wuming's hand with some worry, "Brother, are your hands okay?"

"It's slippery. Look at how much dust there is on my hands. It can fully fill the gaps in my hands." Wuming said.

"But it seems that ash will be mixed into the body of the pot during maintenance." Xiao Hu said, "Although everyone may be fine, it seems that Big Brother's body will become less and less like this, right?"

"Damn it...there's no chance anymore." Wuming clicked his tongue, "Where are you Melina?"

Melina stretched out her hands, which were covered in burns.

"It seems we don't have this blessing anymore." Wuming sighed, "Let's consider setting up a camp first."

Patch accompanied Wu Ming on the streets of Hu Village, asking the live pots for their opinions.

I didn't encounter any obstacles along the way, and all the live pots agreed with a smile.

"It's so simple." Wuming sighed countless times, "There are still many good people in this world."

"It's a good pot," Patch said. "Although the living pot uses human flesh and blood as its source of life, it is very kind in nature."

Patch said to Wuming:

"Do you really want to bother this Hu Village like this? We always deal with big forces. If there is any conflict, the small Hu Village will probably be directly destroyed by the confrontation between the two behemoths."

"You said before that the pit was specially designed to deal with Hu, right?" Wuming said, "It's a trap aimed at Hu."

Patch was stunned for a moment and smiled:

"I see, I'm waiting here."

"Just think of it as a reward for picking flowers for free." Wuming said, "And you are wrong. There are still many good people in this world."

"What's the meaning?"

"Think about it, if it was our original world and these pots carried the corpses of us people, what would happen to them?"

Patch rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, then shuddered and stopped thinking about it.

"That's right, it won't get better." Wuming said, "People are sleeping in the body of the pot, dreaming all kinds of dreams. The warriors want to be heroes, so they give birth to the warrior pot to become heroes, making them brave and unafraid of death. Challenge the limits. The other pots are similar. What kind of corpse they contain will be inspired by what kind of dream they will be, and what kind of person they will become."

"What kind of pot is it?" Patch corrected.

Wuming looked at the sea of ​​flowers with relief:

"The kindness of the pots means that, at least from the perspective of the entire world, people are still kind. This world - can still be saved."

Wuming spread his arms and breathed in the fresh air:

"So vibrant, so beautiful, so strong - these flowers are proof. I like it so much - can I give it to my uncle?"

Wuming leaned forward smoothly and asked for a small pot.

"No problem!" Xiaohu replied.

"Okay, another one who agrees." Wuming took the questionnaire and ticked another one.

"Have all the investigations been completed?" Patch asked.

Wuming nodded.

The Hucun reconstruction plan was unanimously approved.