The man and the horse were getting closer and closer, and the source of the fire became increasingly clear.
The first thing that caught Brandy's eyes was a large pot placed on the flame, usually used for cooking soup. The pot was steaming with steam, and the faint sound of bubbles bursting could be heard.
In the air, a strange herbal smell gradually became clear. The bitter and stinky smell was mixed with the fragrance of the herb itself, creating a strange smell that was neither disgusting nor likeable.
Taking a few steps closer, in the light of the fire, a figure that looked three parts human and seven parts ghost gradually became clearer.
The man's head was as clean as new, but most of his face was covered by a beard that looked like brown weeds. His upper body was naked, exposing his chest with obvious ribs.
While he was mumbling something, he put the chopped or ground herbs into the pot with his thin, almost bone-less fingers not far away from the big pot, and then leaned against the pot.
Stir vigorously with a large wooden spoon as tall as a person.
Brandi turned over and dismounted, and slapped Jueying's butt hard. Jueying neighed knowingly, turned around and ran away.
The appearance of this weirdo was unexpected in every aspect. Even the most arrogant person could sense something was wrong, let alone Brandy.
"You're here," the weirdo noticed the footsteps getting closer and closer, as if he had expected it. "You're here, oh, thank God."
"Did you already know that I would come?" Brandy's face was as heavy as water, and his right hand had already touched the pistol on his waist.
"Oh, maybe you won't believe it, but I have stayed here for a while after all. I have many friends who serve as eyes and ears." The weirdo stopped working. He seemed to notice Brandi's tense nerves and raised his head naturally.
On the one hand, he used his hands to assist himself in speaking, and on the other hand, he said that he was unarmed and not threatening, "Speaking of this, I have been here... for a few years, and I have been trapped here. Listen, I, I am still
I thought no one would come to me."
Having said this, he suddenly took a step forward, apparently trying to shake Brandy's hand, but the next moment, the black barrel of the Mauser pistol was pointed directly at his eyebrows, and the weirdo immediately resumed his previous posture of raising his hands.
This time the meaning of this action is pure French military salute.
"Oh, hey, hey!" he yelled, trying to calm Brandi down, "Come on, young man, I just wanted to introduce myself and shake hands like a civilized society."
"I'm warning you, don't play tricks on me, and don't try to get close to me." Brandi stared at the weirdo closely, moved lightly, and slowly forced the weirdo to the cauldron. Through the light of the fire, he could gradually see the weirdo clearly.
Deep-set eye sockets, and eyes that were bloodshot but inexplicably excited.
"Calm down, friend, calm down," the weirdo raised his hand to remove the muzzle of the gun in front of him, stretched out his right hand, and said to himself, showing a polite attitude from a civilized society, "Philippe Carril, Castile Cotton
The company’s office manager.”
"But I guess you don't care about this, right?" He took two steps back, rubbed his palms on his pants that were so dirty that the original material and color could not be seen in embarrassment, and smiled slightly awkwardly, "Hey
, I...I can’t imagine how bad I look now, after all, I can’t even remember what I looked like before.”
The weirdo suddenly remembered something and immediately put his embarrassment behind him and said: "Oh no, we don't have time to talk about this now. I think you are a little tired of it, right? Now...can you let me..."
He rushed to his big pot with some excitement, with intoxicated pride in his voice: "Oh... How I wish I could share this with others. Don't underestimate them. It's very useful. I...
After I settled down here, I have been tinkering with this thing. I have also shared this thing with others, oh...everyone of them said that they felt like they had ascended to heaven..."
In the middle of speaking, the weirdo raised his head and saw Brandy still standing far away, with the gun in his hand still aimed at him. He seemed a little helpless and said, "Oh, friend, I am sharing my masterpiece with you, and you are
Is this how you repay me? Or are you born to be such a spoiler?"
"I don't have time to discuss the products of his madness with a madman," Brandy said coldly. "Now, answer me, have you ever seen a guy in a gray cavalry uniform who is older than you? By the way, he
He must have been crawling because he had a broken leg."
"Ah, okay, okay, here is another guy who is busy pursuing his target. The world has really changed..." The weirdo muttered a few words impatiently, and then he seemed to remember something and returned to his previous state.
Said, "I know the person you are talking about. He is in his thirties and is in the same condition as a dead dog, but his barking is worse than that of a pig about to be stabbed..."
"As I said just now, I know what you want to know, but I will not accept interrogation." The weirdo looked indifferent. Obviously, if Brandy didn't change his attitude, he would never say anything.
One word.
Brandy looked at the strange-looking old man up and down again, but didn't see anything strange in his expression.
"Guess what? I'm tired of it, old guy, really," Brandi raised his hands, pointing the gun upward, and backed away slowly, saying that he didn't want to waste any more time shooting the weirdo in the head.
"What I experienced tonight is magical enough. Just continue to entertain yourself with your pot of treasure. I have to find my friend quickly, otherwise he may not even have any bones left."
A few."
"Your so-called friend won't be so miserable," the weirdo said with a sly smile, and his tone became extremely cold, "You may not be so miserable."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the weirdo took out a handful of black medicinal powder from his trouser pocket and threw it into the pot with a "clunking" sound.
As soon as the boiling liquid in the pot came into contact with the medicinal powder, a purple-black gas rose up. Almost instantly, Brandy's vision began to blur and her body began to shake.
Despite this, Brandy still raised his gun and shot without hesitation, but at this moment, the number of weirdos in front of him had grown to five or six. Even if the bullets in the magazine were empty, the weirdos still stood there with a smile on their face, unscathed.
hurt.
"This is my first time trying this new formula. It's quite effective, right?" The weirdo's voice floated from the sky, "Enjoy it, hehehehe..."