Outside the countryside not far from Sanyang Town.
In a large pasture, little Jack's beloved horse ran out of breath and drained all the strength from his body.
Little Jack fell off the back of the rickety horse, and he was more concerned about the Oriental he accidentally saved.
"Vincent! Mr. Vincent!"
He called out the other person's name and looked at the oriental man's shriveled body like a walking corpse. The terrifying and strange power almost absorbed all the energy in this strong man.
The texture that was originally healthy but lost its luster has now become hideously twisted, with blood vessels exposed under the skin with almost no fat protection.
Little Jack roared excitedly: "Mr. Vincent! What happened? What happened to you! You can't die! I spent so much effort to secretly rescue you from Sloth Town, I can't do this
A loss-making business!”
Vincent's eyes turned white and he was blind from blood loss.
After being attacked by [Thyme], the flora in his body seemed to be subject to some extremely evil curse. They multiplied and multiplied crazily in just a few dozen minutes, grew and died, squeezing out all the nutrients in his digestive system.
The energy forced the organs in the body to start using the reserve energy of fat, which made him look like a human and a ghost.
"Water! Just give you water! You will live, right?! Mr. Vincent!" Little Jack anxiously took out the kettle and hurriedly put it into Vincent's mouth.
How he wished this Oriental man could continue to live.
"Vincent...I'm sorry, I lied to you. I secretly kept a pot and didn't give everything to you..."
As he spoke, he lowered his head in shame and opened Vincent's eyelids.
"I will no longer ask you for payment. Even if you break my gun, it doesn't matter. I will no longer pursue these things that can be bought with money!"
Little Jack was so anxious that he almost shed tears.
"Vincent! - please wake up! Please move!"
"Although this request is really difficult, I don't understand why you dare to go out alone to find trouble with the perfume bottle. I'm following you secretly. I just want to pick up your body and exchange it for money!"
"Then I saw the bodies on the barbecue grill. I saw whips and blood. I also saw the perfume bottle gang's gun. I was so scared that I almost didn't dare to take a step closer."
"But when I see you in crisis..."
"For a moment, I had the thought [if only I hadn't followed]! All this made me so ashamed that I wanted to bury my head in the stable's trough and let me drown in the place where Jesus was born.
Come on! I feel ashamed for my despicable behavior!"
"When you fell, I wanted to run away! There was a voice urging me! Run away! Silly boy!"
"But my body refused to obey me. When I reacted - you were already in my hand. I fell asleep while sitting by the Bills River fishing, and when I woke up, I found you hanging on my [fishhook]
It’s on! Am I crazy? Am I crazy!?”
"if you can."
Little Jack took the kettle and held the [thin] but [strong] body and soul tightly in his hands.
The midday sun shone on the two of them, making them madly hot.
Next to the pasture came the smell of cow and sheep manure mixed with earth. Little Jack smelled a primitive and rough smell in his nose. That was his home.
He still has a family, and he needs to protect his family.
If Sullivan knew his true name, Jack Martin, his family would be in catastrophe.
Maybe all the villagers and elders in Sanyang Town will die under the hooves and bullets of the bandits. They will be trampled to death, beaten to death with whips, and shot in the head one by one.
His commander, the Ranger brothers, even the more courageous Border Arbitrator, who was willing to be killed, turned a blind eye.
The judges of the state government will not speak for him, and God will not give him a second look.
There is only this person in my arms, only this oriental man.
The weirdo who can catch bullets with his bare hands, the Chinese who embarks on the road of revenge alone for the sake of his coworkers and fellow villagers, can stand by the ridiculous "sense of justice" in Jack Martin's heart.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this approach looks very stupid, but little Jack insists on his stupid choice.
On this slightly green and tender face, two lines of crystal clear tears fell. He cried hard and shouted hoarsely.
"Vincent! If I can! I want to help you! I want to help you!"
There was a "click" sound.
Vincent put his hand on little Jack's hat, followed the rough blond hair, tightly grasped the brim and earlobe, and found the point of stress.
He couldn't say a word, his eyes were straight, and he fell limply on the lawn with the help of the other person's stupid strength to struggle in pain.
Little Jack was surprised and happy: "Mr. Vincent!"
Vincent still didn't respond. He needed energy, high-quality energy, fat or protein, even a little bit of something containing [vitality].
He stretched his neck and bit down a handful of weeds. The movement of opening and closing his jaw was as difficult as the sky at this time, just like he was 530 million years ago. At that time, he was still a jawless fish.
kind.
In the eyes of little Jack, Mr. Vincent's movements were like a flexible, boneless earthworm, devouring green grass and young leaves, which looked very scary.
Jack couldn't understand this weird behavior even more, as if Mr. Vincent had turned into a ferocious and strange lamb, hungry for a long time, and finally returned to the pasture.
In just a few dozen seconds, Vincent had gnawed out a small piece of wasteland from the lawn, and the grass blades and roots pulled out red mud and sand.
He struggled to get up and turned his attention to Jack Martin's good horse.
That kind of look made little Jack shudder.
In the bloodshot eyes, only the dark pupils carried a deep primitive desire, called hunger.
Jack didn't even have time to wipe away his tears. He hugged Dolly quickly and screamed: "No! It can't!"
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The foal's head suddenly split open, as if an invisible [bullet] blasted open its head!
A fierce and powerful fist seal appeared in the blood mist that was blown away by the wind!
Little Jack was extremely convinced——
[——Just now! Something attacked my horse! It was dead!]
[Did Vincent do it?]
[Why?]
[Is he hungry?]
Jack was right. Wen Bucai had been forced to lose his mind by hunger and completely fell into madness.
He lay on the foal's body, grinding his teeth and sucking the blood, swallowing the brains, chewing the yellow tendons, and biting off the blood vessels.
Little Jack cried even harder. At this moment, he didn't look like a western sheriff or an upright man at all.
That was his beloved horse that he had raised since childhood! It was bigger than his life...
No--
——At least a partner who is more important than his arm!
He didn't dare to stop it, and lost all courage, so he could only cry and watch Vincent swallow it bit by bit.
[This is too much...how could he treat Dolly like this!]
[The ability to dismantle the fence frame of the pasture and drill wood to make fire is really skillful and natural! I even started to make barbecue...]
Smelling the scent of horse meat, little Jack's tears flowed down from the corners of his mouth.
[Why? Why do I seem to feel...]
[Isn’t it unacceptable? Why does this smell smell so good...]
Vincent tore off the front calf meat and handed it to Jack.
They sat on the floor, one of them was full of apologies, and the other was uncontrollably sad.
Little Jack held the front leg meat of his beloved horse and devoured it. He was very pragmatic and was surprised by Vincent's cooking skills.
"What kind of evil witchcraft is this..."
Vincent didn't take it seriously. He only cared about the wounds on his body, the burn marks on his hands, and the condition of his body's texture and bones. He needed to rest and completely escape from the disordered flora caused by [Thyme].
Opportunity to go back and take revenge.
The two of them ate and drank so much that even the bones were roasted to a crisp by Vincent, leaving only filthy internal organs on the ground.
Vincent finally spoke.
"Jack..."
Little Jack immediately retorted: "My name is Jack Martin!"
Vincent: "Okay, Jack Martin. I owe you another life."
Little Jack immediately corrected him: "It's two lives! Including Dolly, it's been three times!"
Vincent: "Let's count it as two and a half."
Little Jack: "Why?"
Vincent: "You also ate a lot."
Little Jack lowered his head and glanced at the bones between his crossed legs.
"Obviously you have more!"
Vincent: "You didn't even leave the thigh bones or ribs. You gnawed them all, crushed them and swallowed them. You have a good set of teeth."
Little Jack suddenly fell silent and stopped arguing.
Vincent gasped for air, digesting the energy in the Five Zang Temple. He looked at the remains of the horse and thought about [Thyme]'s terrifying ability.
He and the little cowboy ate an entire foal in one meal. Leaving aside the internal organs and fur, there was at least sixty or seventy pounds of clean meat.
When his body is processing this energy, his internal organs will feel a dull pain, as if the muscles and bones of the physical body have completely collapsed, and they are eager for high-energy food to supplement them.
"Listen to me, Jack, there are many secrets in this world that you don't know, there are many weird and bizarre things, and there are many cruel and indifferent people, including those cadres with special talents in the Perfume Bottle Gang - and me."
Little Jack's expression became serious, and he turned to ask: "Is it Soul Power?"
"Where did you hear that?" Vincent asked, "Did you hear it secretly in the dark when you took me away from Sloth Town?"
Little Jack nodded: "That's right."
In the eyes of little Jack, Vincent had a stern expression and stretched out his hand slightly - the sand just floated "out of thin air", as if an invisible "hand" grabbed these sand and stones.
Mr. Vincent said: "This is the power of my soul. Ordinary people cannot see it. It is like a ghost, like a god, like the embodiment of my spirit and the materialization of my beliefs. It can affect matter in reality and possess
Special power."
It is difficult for little Jack to understand the meaning. After all, it is an invisible thing, but he yearns for this kind of divine power very much. Who doesn't want to transform from a mortal to a god?
This ability allows Mr. Vincent to dodge bullets.
It can be called a [miracle].
"Can I also have soul power? Vincent?"
Vincent recalled his soul power, and the dust in his hand also fell to the ground: "Only with [Arrow]'s recognition can you have this kind of power."
Little Jack: "Arrow?"
Vincent: "That's the arrow! Did you see the leader of the perfume bottle gang?"
Little Jack: "Yes, the red-headed one!"
Vincent: "He's got an arrow!"
Little Jack: "It's made of gold! It's very valuable!"
Vincent: "He uses [arrows] to recruit new people. If you can be whipped by him and survive, you may awaken your soul power and join the Perfume Bottle Gang."
Little Jack: "What if I don't survive?"
Vincent: "People, if they can't survive, they will die."
Little Jack was so fascinated that he risked his own life and talked nonsense: "What you said makes sense..."
Vincent grabbed Jack's chin, forced the other man's attention, and brought his eyes back.
"Listen, Jack!"
Little Jack grabbed the clothes on Vincent's shoulders, trying to break free from the other's strong fingers.
Vincent repeatedly emphasized, "You are my great benefactor. I don't want your life to be in any danger. Unless absolutely necessary, you must not touch the arrow."
Little Jack asked: "Why?"
Vincent: "I owe many, many debts, including the two and a half lives I left with you. If you die, I won't pay it back. If I don't pay it back, I will find a railway to let the train
If the steel wheel crushes my head, I will go to the Palace of Hell to apologize to you."
At this moment, more than four hours had passed since little Jack and Vincent escaped from their pursuers. The sunset gradually sank into the large valley in the distance.
Vincent spoke every word with great seriousness.
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!Jack! I can’t let you die halfway!”
"The words you said are like knives, cutting into pieces my heart, which has been riddled with trust, once again."
"My fellow villagers believed my lies and followed me here - asking me to become their mouth, speak English for them, and earn money from these foreigners. But in the end, they all turned into a handful of dirt.
"
Wen Bucai grabbed Jack's shoulders tightly, causing Jack's teeth to ache and his brain to ache.
"I want to take their bodies back, but I don't have the ability. I can only ask God to scatter their ashes into the sea outside the San Francisco floating dock. If there are fish willing to swallow their ashes, maybe they can be sent
Go back home..."
Vincent held little Jack's head and pressed their foreheads tightly together.
"——But the quarry owner is not even willing to spend a little more money. Many compatriots have become the solid track foundation in the railway ballast, and their bones and innocent souls are buried in the sleepers."
Little Jack couldn't understand this feeling. They were not his compatriots, nor his friends, but——
——But this man's eyes and expressions, and his voice were like the strong sound of steel being formed.
Vincent let go of little Jack.
"Don't let me lose you again, partner."
...
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[Part2·The lingering ghost]
Right now, right now.
Little Jack's dog has found his owner.
It was a sturdy Great Dane, with its ears erect and its fur shiny.
It barked with joy, and every time at six o'clock in the afternoon, it would stand by the tobacco billboard in Sanyang Town, waiting for little Jack to come back.
If Jack makes money, he will go to the sausage shop and get some offal as a reward for the dog.
This dog has no name.
Little Jack called it "dog". As usual, it wanted to jump into Little Jack's arms.
As usual, little Jack had a look of joy on his face when he saw the family dog greeting him.
But--
——It’s different from usual.
The Great Dane seems to be fatter than usual.
No!
When the Great Dane ran over! Little Jack saw the appearance of his pet dog completely.
It was completely different from usual. Jack clearly remembered that when he went out in the morning, it should have been only about 120 centimeters in length, with a slender waist and a fierce and powerful front head.
But at this time, the dog looked as strong as a small buffalo!
Its body length was more than 150 centimeters, its hind legs flew forward, and it jumped into little Jack's arms like a jackal hunting for prey!
Vincent: "Is it your dog?"
Little Jack turned around, somewhat unable to resist the joyful family dog.
As he said this, little Jack was covered in cold sweat and secretly peeked at the waist and abdomen of the family dog, only to find that the Great Dane's originally slim waist and abdomen had become rounded, round and powerful, as strong as a bear.
It is very healthy.
[Even unhealthy.]
[It is too strong...]
Vincent's observation skills are very keen.
He saw the sweat dripping from little Jack's face and down his chin, and he could also see the domestic dog's thick tongue and skull structure that was as big as a puma.
He asked: "Is it really your dog? It looks like... its food is rich in nutrients, maybe better than what humans eat."
Little Jack patted his chest and boasted nervously, "Of course! I never treat my animals badly!"
Vincent asked again: "Now, are you going home?"
Little Jack replied in a deep voice: "Yes, I thought about it. If what you said, Mr. Vincent, is true, I'd better stay anonymous and take my family back to New York State to avoid the limelight - this is not my business."
matter."
Vincent: "I don't want to involve you."
Little Jack: "Where will you go?"
Vincent stood up. He had just regained some strength and could not even stand still.
With little Jack's support, his eyes were firm, looking at the way he came - looking at the road leading to Sloth Town.
Among the messy horse hoof prints, there is a railway filled with blood that leads to revenge.
Vincent: "Gone."
"Wait! I'm not talented!" Little Jack called Vincent's real name in poor Chinese transliteration.
Vincent turned around.
Little Jack: "At least write me an IOU..."
Vincent pulled off a button on his overalls. It was a trouser pocket button, originally used to hold a pocket watch, but now it was useless.
Putting the button in Little Jack's hand, Vincent sounded a little frustrated.
"I don't have anything else."
Little Jack looked down at the button, as if it was the only thing worthy of nostalgia.
After saying goodbye to Wen Bucai, they had no further relations.
Unless Mr. Vincent can come back alive, completely wipe out the Perfume Bottle Gang, bring Little Jack's gold and new gun, bring a horse, and come back with justice and hope.
[Is that possible?]
Little Jack was not sure and didn't dare to think about it.
When he raised his head, Mr. Vincent had already gone into the rotten woods, chosen a more hidden path, and disappeared.
He finally felt relieved and rushed home to take his family away from this land of right and wrong.
He followed his pet dog and ran all the way back to his big house as if he was running for his life.
He knocked on the door hard. The person who opened the door for him was Uncle Bayan, his father's younger brother.
The person who poured him water was Aunt Bayan, a kind-hearted old woman.
The one who rubbed his shoulders and patted his back was sister Anna, a peasant girl with freckles on her face just like him, a village woman with thick arms, big shoulders and round waist, who had already transformed into a child-bearing appearance before she got married.
It's just that it seems a little different today.
Little Jack stared at his sister's face carefully, trying to find any trace of familiarity.
But at this time, under the afterglow of the setting sun.
He held Anna's face, but couldn't find any freckles.
The skin is not as enlarged as usual, but becomes like milk. Under the scorching heat of the summer sun, the blood is strong and the skin is white and rosy.
Not only that, not just Anna!
Uncle, aunt, and the Great Dane! They are all in amazing health!
Little Jack finally realized what was wrong!
He looked from the hall to the dining table in the side room——
——Mr. Sullivan was motionless.
The red-haired man was smiling, wearing leather gloves and a large parrot feather hat. There was a ball of bright red lace on his lapel. He had one leg crossed over the other, holding a milk glass in his hand and slowly serving the milk.
Enter the mouth. The sharp edge of the sub-gold arrow emerges from the black cloak - it sparkles.
Sullivan's eyes looked like crescent moons when he smiled, and there was a little milk stain on his mouth.
He greeted little Jack cordially and gracefully, snapping his fingers to remind the host, as if ringing a summons bell that sent the waiter into a panic.
Sullivan said, "Jack Martin's milk is excellent."
Little Jack seemed to have been struck by lightning. He could no longer move, and the voices of his uncle, aunt and sister could still be heard in his ears.
"Mr. Sullivan came to our house as a guest today! We prepared baking soda cookies for him!"
"I don't know why, but he gave us a free trial of the new medicine sent from Syracuse, which is a kind of health-care wine!"
"Yes! Brother! Come and try it too! The freckles on my face disappeared after I used it! Look at our dog! After drinking it, he became stronger and smarter! I used to make him sit down,
But it's spinning in circles! It can't even understand human speech. Now I ask it to go to the newspaper office at the corner of the street to get a newspaper, and it can bring back a basket of eggs!"
Little Jack held the button in his hand and never dared to open his fist again.
This button can kill someone, it can put him to death.