If you want to add a perfume bottle, you need to do three things. The tools you need to use are ropes and sticks.
Under the archway of Sloth Town, there is a gathering space next to the well.
The leader of the gang's bandit squad sat on the floor. He was responsible for imparting experience to the students and teaching them how to complete these three things.
The squad leader's name is Sullivan Okopela, a local, red-haired, twenty-one years old.
He has slender eyes, a round nose, and a lot of freckles. The black cloak covers his body, and the poncho blocks the sun, hiding his skin, whip and gun.
"If you want to add a perfume bottle, the first thing you have to do is——"
Sullivan extended his index finger and smiled affectionately at the students.
"—With ropes and sticks."
He took out the teaching props behind him, a wooden stick soaked in butter, a piece of sheep tendon, and a ball of cotton and linen batting.
"Make a bow."
The students were all young and handsome young men with fair skin and blue eyes. They could not help but be curious. They all stuck their heads out and stared at the tools in Mr. Sullivan's hand.
Sullivan began to make a bow. He twisted the loose cotton and linen threads and sheep tendons together, kneaded them into a tight thread with his deft hands, stepped on the poplar wood, and used the strong rope as a small saw.
, cut thin grooves on the steps of the bar.
Then they were rolled together and tied with a slip knot. Finally, a kerosene lamp was taken and the bow body was baked at a low temperature to ensure that the antiseptic butter penetrated into the wood thoroughly.
Sullivan showed the boys his weapons.
"Done!"
The young people were full of praise for the team leader's craftsmanship and were amazed.
"As expected of the captain..."
"It's amazing! Can it be used to hunt rabbits?"
"Mr. Sullivan, isn't this a primitive weapon? Why do the Perfume Bottle Gang also need to learn how to make bows? We all know how to use guns!"
Facing the students' questions, Sullivan explained impatiently.
Sullivan: "Because courage is important!"
Student: "Courage?"
Sullivan: "Courage is knowing what fear is and taking it for granted."
So saying, Mr. Sullivan took out an arrow from under his cloak.
His posture for setting up the bow and guiding the arrow was very standard. It was definitely not a posture that a layman could use. He was like a hunter who had studied under the natives for many years.
As the arrow points, several students looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
When facing this arrow, they felt unspeakable fear.
When I was young, the brave and skilled warriors of the Indian tribe used sharp arrows to kill people, and then skinned and dismembered the captives.
As Mr. Sullivan moved his bow horizontally, the arrow swept across everyone's nose.
The students also saw the entire arrow clearly.
Its arrow blade is broad and bright and white. In addition, the entire arrow seems to be made of dark gold with green markings.
It's expensive and looks very valuable.
Some students asked questions loudly and impatiently.
"Mr. Sullivan! If I join the Perfume Bottle Gang! I can get this arrow too! Right?"
"No!~No!~NO!~" Sullivan continued to explain: "Don't worry, first you must learn to make a bow and understand your enemy."
Another student clearly understood this truth, so he hissed in agreement: "The squad leader wants us to kill the Indians!"
Sullivan immediately beamed with joy, his smile revealed kindness and kindness, revealing his sixteen white teeth, and his eyes turned like crescent moons.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! After Homo sapiens learned to make bows and arrows, he became an apex predator and the king of beasts. If you want to join the Perfume Bottle Gang, you must do this first thing - make a
Stretch your bow, understand its structure, analyze its weaknesses, overcome your inner fears, and finally overcome it!"
Finished the first thing.
Sullivan began to talk about the second thing.
Also related to [rope] and [stick].
He took out two logs, one thick and one thin, and two ropes, one long and one short.
Combine them and use the long, thick wood as the stove and the short, thin wood as the fire starter.
Use these tools to dig sparks out of scattered wood chips.
The students were eager to try it and thought it was very simple. Their parents had taught them this kind of wilderness survival knowledge.
Just when the students were about to rush forward, Sullivan suddenly raised his head and stood up suddenly while trying to catch fire!
His body was like a vigorous and powerful wolf, his eyes became aggressive, and his calm and intimidating aura scared away these disobedient wolf cubs.
Sullivan stepped on the burning wood, rolled it, and played with it.
"You must think this is easy."
The students were silent, and one timid child couldn't help but want to take out a gun from behind so that he could use this sophisticated machine to protect himself.
Mr. Sullivan took his time and stirred the wood to stir up the flames, then gently kicked it up and held it in his hand.
"It's actually very difficult to do."
He held a torch and whistled to call several quarry helpers and employees, and lifted a scarred red-skinned prisoner out of the cellar.
"Boys, if you want to join the perfume bottle, the second thing you need to do is actually learn how to swallow cooked food."
Sullivan was talking and doing.
Use [rope] and [stick] to tie the prisoner to the grill.
Pile dry pine wood and flammable pine needles under the grill.
Then, send the flame in your hand.
"Mr. Sullivan...Mr. Sullivan! He is a living person...he is still alive!" Some students had already begun to retreat.
"Captain, are you kidding us? Ha... we don't eat human flesh, to be honest..." There were wanderers who came from other places to visit, but they still harbored illusions and looked at the twitching man with cold sweat on their brows.
Aboriginal.
Mr. Sullivan had a calm tone and was a very skilled cook. He explained to the students the benefits of cooked food and the things that need to be paid attention to when eating cooked food.
"Before you start cooking, prepare your tools. It's best to use silverware, which has sterilizing and self-cleaning functions."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "In the process of cooking food, pray to God, learn to be grateful and smile, and face God's gifts and mercy with a smile."
"Flame can kill most of the life in the world, including viruses and bacteria. You must master the heat skillfully. If the food has begun to smell burnt, you must peel off the burnt parts in time."
"Before starting the meal, in addition to the thanksgiving session, you should also be wary of the curse of the native Indians - they are also a kind of [carnivores]. In the cold and hungry winter, they will occasionally eat their companions to survive the next year."
"There is a legend in Algonquin County that a guy who eats human flesh will turn into a [windigo], an unconscious and crazy antlered monster."
"In order to avoid contracting this curse, we only need to remove the head from the food and we can use it safely."
During the short period of time that Mr. Sullivan was teaching - the red-skinned natives on the grill were completely dead and made no sound.
"The second thing is, before the prey eats you, tie it with a rope, use wooden sticks to make a barbecue grill, and eat it first."
The students only looked at the hunting knife as if it were on their necks.
No one dares to take a step forward——
-- Adding the perfume bottle was a necessary second thing that they couldn't seem to do.
Sullivan still had a smile on his face, as if he were comforting his descendants and relatives, or a baby that had just come into the world. He was like a gentle mother.
——Still no student dared to take a step forward.
Mr. Sullivan taught and persuaded earnestly and took out the golden arrow.
"If someone eats this piece of meat first! Even if I give it to this outstanding young man as a gift! No one dares to taste it? Aren't you all [carnivores]?"
Finally, a young man who looked a little bold took a step forward, his eyes filled with desire for wealth and fame, power and power.
This student only took one step. He clearly remembered that he only took one step!
But his body staggered forward involuntarily, and when he came to his senses, it was as if a pair of invisible hands pushed him in front of Teacher Sullivan——
——When he raised his head again, time seemed to disappear for several seconds, and he couldn't remember anything that happened in the middle!
Seeing Teacher Sullivan's pleased and approving expression, the student couldn't stop the nausea and vomiting in his throat. He leaned on the steps and kept vomiting, and there was still some oily smell stuck to his tongue.
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[Part2·Blood feud]
Mr. Sullivan took out a floral handkerchief from his cloak and gently wiped the tears from his eyes.
"I'm so touched...you did a great job."
When the student vomited out all the filth in the Five Zang Temple, he returned to the team in shock and fear. He didn't know where that inexplicable power came from.
Obviously! A pair of hands pushed him!
What pushed him to Teacher Sullivan?
When he was hesitant, when he saw gold, he was filled with greed.
When he still considers himself a [human being].
A pair of hands that turned him into a [Wendigo], a pair of invisible hands, pushed him...
He opened his eyes wide and glanced at his companions, with a hint of indescribable resentment and complaint in his eyes. He began to feel complacent again, as if he had accomplished something that his peers could not do.
the student asked Sullivan happily and proudly.
"Teacher Sullivan! That arrow! That precious gold! It's mine now? Is it mine?"
Mr. Sullivan laughed: "Of course I lied to you! What were you thinking?"
The student looked disappointed, but did not dare to question Sullivan. A stronger sense of hunger captured him - one day, he might be able to stand on that small podium, stand in front of the spring door, and step on the path of another corpse.
The head gives the orders.
Mr. Sullivan took out three wooden sticks and three ropes from the bar. He twisted them together, twisted the three wooden sticks into a strong and durable handle, and used the rope to bite the knots to form a slender whip.
At the very end of the whip, an arrow is tucked in to act as a counterweight to keep the whip balanced when swinging.
He used a loud whistle to call in the slave workers in the quarry, and asked the Chinese and blacks to kneel in the well square in front of the archway.
Sullivan taught the students the key points of the last thing.
"If you want to add perfume bottles, you also need to learn how to make a whip."
The long whip has a sharp edge. When it is swung, it can split the scorching summer air, sending out a turbulent and blazing wind, scraping the weak, fluffy beards on the students' faces.
"We are all God's people, and we have to use [ropes] and [sticks] to tame livestock, like this."
The long whip hit the slave worker's spine, and a scream was heard. A black man kneeling on the ground had a bone-deep wound on his back.
When the whip returned to Sullivan's hand, blood drops floating in the air fell on the cheeks of the students. Some wanted to reach out to block it, while others wanted to hide their faces.
The thugs in the gang grabbed his hand and had to face this scene head-on.
The whipped slave struggled on the ground, his eyes bulging out, but within a few seconds, not even a scream could be heard, it looked like a big rooster had its throat choked.
Red sores began to appear on the slave's skin, and the arrowheads hidden in the whip seemed to be soaked in poison.
When the scars spread to the poor man's chest, he heard the slave let out a shrill scream, kicked his legs, and died suddenly.
In Sullivan's hand, the bright edge of the arrowhead was stained with no blood.
The teacher asked loudly: "Does anyone want to try it? Like me, you only need to make a [bow], become a carnivore, then get this arrow, wave the whip, simple and easy, perfume
The door to the Bottle Gang is now open."
It seemed that they were aware of the fact that the slaves around them were dead. The fellow travelers who knelt on the ground and other slaves began to mourn and sigh, and they couldn't stop begging for mercy in their own native languages.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After hearing the promise from the leader of the group, these young wolf cubs’ eyes were already bloodshot, and they could not suppress the bloodthirsty impulse in their hearts.
Someone immediately took Teacher Sullivan's whip and wanted to prove his determination.
He looked at the strong backbone of the black man and then chose the short yellow slave worker as his target.
He raised the whip high. A few hours ago, he was helping his grandma dry barley in the farm's kitchen, counting the stars in the early morning while hugging the nursing dog, dozing off, and humming a song——
——Now he has a ferocious face, a strange smile on his lips, and smells an inexplicable fragrance.
That feeling comes again!
It seems to have hands!
No! There was an "invisible person" holding him, guiding him, holding his elbows and waist, letting him learn how to crack a whip.
"Bang!--"
A gunshot rang out and the whip suddenly broke into two pieces.
The bullet hit the weathercock of the chapel and broke into four or five petals, shattering a corner of the tower. Plaster and bricks fell, scaring away a few sheep that were roaming in the backyard of the church.
Mr. Vincent reined in the reins, jumped off the horse, and gave Dolly a hard poke on the butt.
The horse immediately turned around and galloped away into the distance.
More than seventy feet apart, Sullivan and Vincent looked at each other from afar.
It's almost twelve o'clock at noon, and it's time for dinner.
The [cooked food] is sizzling on the grill.
The strong wind blew away Mr. Sullivan's black cloak, revealing the shining silver gun inside.
Vincent released the trigger, and the grappling hook released the cylinder, making a metallic rustling sound.
The slaves were still mourning, and the students were hiding behind the hired hands and gang members.
Vincent: "I'll collect the debt."
Mr. Sullivan shrugged.
"Which account is it?"
Vincent took out a dozen Yellow Pages contracts from the tattered overalls on his lower back.
They were his co-workers, his partners, brothers and sisters who set out together on the other side of the ocean, landed together, lived and died together, and built the railway.
Now they have turned into dust and gone with the wind. They fell into the red mud and followed the clumps of windweeds towards the Gobi Desert.
Sullivan's expression was no longer as relaxed and carefree as before. Instead, he became serious, "You have thrown away all the ledgers. It's hard to find the insurance company to calculate the money and pick it up."
Wen Bucai: "I don't want money."
Sullivan smiled and said: "Then what do you want? Where do you come from? You don't want to talk about business anymore? Ask your boss to come see me!"
Wen Bucai tore off his work badge and said, "I don't want to talk about business. I want you to pay with your life and with blood."
Sullivan didn't take it seriously at first. He just waved his hand towards his friends to drive away the troublesome students and asked the brothers around the assembly square to come closer. At the same time, he said to Wen Bucai——
"——Hey, I never provoked you."
The sun had just passed over the heads of the two of them, almost suppressing all the shadows under their feet.
Wen Bucai: "I just saw and felt it. There is also an evil spirit following you - it seems very powerful."
Sullivan's expression changed drastically, and cold sweat slowly broke out from his forehead.
There are not only turbulent hot winds blowing from the northwest, but also strong psychic tides.
Wen Bucai unloaded the shell and reloaded it. He could only hear the "click-click" sound of the metal parts colliding with each other as the cylinder rotated, but he could not see any movement of his body——
——Yes, Sullivan realized it! This guy has soul power!
Wen Bucai raised a provocation and invited Sullivan Okopela to a duel.
"Bring your horses over here!"
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[Real name: Sullivan Okopela]
[Origin: His parents, uncles, and aunts died during the Westward Expansion Movement, and died at the hands of North American natives. He extremely hated people of color—later he joined the Perfume Bottle Gang and made a living by looting caravans.]