Ending: The earth splits and the sky collapses seven thousand three hundred and forty-two days later
[Part1·Three glasses of whiskey]
After the prohibition of the slave trade in 1808, the supply of rum suffered a heavy blow, which also gave the American whiskey industry a chance to breathe and gradually gain a firm foothold in the rush of the times.
Like animal husbandry, agriculture, light industry, and weapons processing industry, they are the label of the times, a moment in history, and the eternal imprint of human civilization. The successor is the car - no matter what era the audio and video is,
As long as you can find a car, you can clearly understand the growth rings of time.
The earliest American brand of whiskey came from Kentucky - George Washington personally issued a tax decree for it, ending the barbaric era of local riots and taxation.
It is bourbon whiskey, and its name comes from the French Bourbon dynasty. It is also a thank you to the French who fought against the British on this land during the War of Independence - it symbolizes freedom and the son breaking away from the chains of his father.
Prior to this, immigrants from the Scottish Islands came to Virginia to make whiskey from rye and corn in order to relieve their strong homesickness - this wild land was not as good as the civilized world and not as good as their home in England.
This bottle of wine traveled through time and space, came to a new era, and was sent to the dazzling wine rack of JoeStar Club. Among the many wines in the collection, it has a familiar name - it is Iron Knight.
Turn back the time, go back to that moonless night, and go back to the red and black sky and earth.
Three young men covered in blood broke into the Slaughter Sheep Inn. They supported each other, panting and exhausted. Even though they had slept on the hot rock platform for several hours, they still could not relieve the physical and mental fatigue.
All the residents in the store ran away, and the proprietress Stella and her eldest son Bill fled to Sanyang Town - they only knew that an Indian broke into the cellar and killed the cadre of the perfume bottle. Maybe they would see him next time.
Perfume bottle, this orphan and widowed mother cannot escape death.
The fire in Sloth Town burned for a day and a night, and rain clouds came from the far distance of the inn road outside the hotel. It seemed that God couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to end this farce in the middle of the night.
The prophecy about the Smoke Mirror seems not to be over yet——
——It is far from over. The picture Wen Bucai saw in the divine mirror has not yet been fully realized.
Victor was the most seriously injured. He sat down against the door frame and looked out for his two companions. He took out his diary and silently drew this lonely land.
Wen Bucai found the wine cellar and found half a bottle of whiskey among a pile of debris in a dark corner.
Judging from the rat teeth marks on the cork, it was something that Jim Crow secretly hid in the wine cellar. Before he could take a few sips, he was distracted by various events that followed.
"Hey! Mrs. Stella left us something good -" As a drunkard, Wen Bucai certainly knew the value of this bottle of wine. He returned to the reception hall on the first floor of the hotel and happily chatted with his two friends.
Said: "——Have a drink? Victor?"
Victor: "Is it Irish? Or Scottish?"
"American product!" Wen Bucai looked at the moonlight and carefully identified the label on the bottle: "Made in Kentucky."
Victor said with disgust: "Fortunately, it's not from the Republic of Texas (Texas has existed as a neutral country for Mexico and the United States for a period of time in American history) - although I am reluctant, but for tomorrow, give me
Have a drink."
Jack Martin was rummaging for ingredients in the kitchen, while Stella, the proprietress, left almost nothing behind. Even if she had to escape for her life, she carefully packed away the hotel's property, including the food in the kitchen.
"It's time to eat!"
Little Jack bypassed the front desk and came to the empty wine cabinet, hugging the kitchen board and basket.
Cut open the rye bread and shake off the dust from the pastry——
“—and a caterpillar veal ham!~”
Victor's pupils were so dizzy that he simply couldn't understand Jack Martin's taste buds.
"What is that?! Oh my God! Jack! What are you going to do?"
On the dried calf meat, there were a lot of residues of molted insect eggs. Perhaps Ms. Stella thought that this piece of ham had completely spoiled and could not be eaten.
"Hey! These country people don't understand!" Little Jack said proudly, as if he had found a treasure. He used a hunting knife to separate the leg bones and peel off the moldy flesh: "As long as it is not fly eggs, the larvae of butterflies and moths also like to eat these.
Grow dried meat.”
"The ham that bugs like to eat is a treasure!"
Remove the outer skin that had been pickled with the rose salt block and slowly open the ham. Little Jack kept wiping the hunting knife with water, just in case the botulism mold got into the good red and white meat inside.
"Look! Teacher Victor!"
Mr. Victor’s expression was distorted: “I won’t eat this kind of thing!”
"There is no sauce, and there is no fresh meatloaf." Jack was still full of enthusiasm and searched for a bottle of pickles in the basket: "But there are pickled cucumbers. The boss lady's craftsmanship is really good! She is a good woman who saves money and manages the household.
——If I were to choose a wife, this kind of gentle and virtuous little widow whose husband died would be my favorite!~"
Slices of ham, slices of bread, slices of cucumber, plus some pepper and salt, and a little chopped cactus as side dishes. This is how you get an authentic Sanyang Town specialty burger.
Jack finished the first portion and handed it to Wen Bucai.
Wen Bucai took a bite doubtfully, and his eyes immediately lit up: "Victor! You should give it a try!"
Victor: "No! I refuse!"
Wen Bucai: "You should really try! Be bold! Why not be bold! There are not so many scary monsters in life!"
Victor: "No!"
After finishing the second burger, Jack Martin only felt more and more tired——
——The carving knife suddenly fell on the kitchen board, as if it was unsteady.
Really? He really didn't hold the knife steady?
Did he really let go of his fingers? Did he really have no strength at all?
The blade of the knife penetrated the kitchen board, still shaking slightly——
——The moonlight cast into the dim hotel lobby, all the kerosene lamps were asked to be taken away by the landlady, and Jack Martin could not see his fingers clearly.
He raised his arm, but it did not move immediately. Instead, it was like quicksand, like dust and haze, slowly moving, and black and yellow bones could still be seen under the sand and dust!
Jack Martin seems to have realized something. Perhaps the curse of [Deathstroke/The Herald] has never been lifted, it just came a little later and will never be absent.
He didn't cry or feel discouraged, and his mood was unusually calm.
Because it's enough, it's enough, there are no regrets anymore, all the stories have been told.
Picking up the knife again, Jack wanted to make himself another hamburger.
"Wen! Where do you want to go?"
Wen Bucai was a little annoyed that he couldn't find the drinks. Hearing Jack talk about this issue, he answered immediately without thinking.
"Find Kevin! I want to find Kevin! Send this old ghost to hell!"
Kevin is the guide for the literate man, the priest who teaches him English and gives him wealth——
——He was also the culprit who instigated Wen Bucai to continue extraditing Chinese workers for the Pacific Company.
"Where is Teacher Victor?" Jack asked next.
David Victor just got the burger, and after taking the first bite, he has been in a state of confused and confused meditation. He doesn't understand how this terrible food can have such a beautiful taste.
"This journey was really dangerous. Without that insect juice drink, it would have been difficult for my legs to heal, and I might have been permanently disabled - they were hit by two six-pounder cannon fragments."
"After returning to Sanyang Town, I can't go with Wen Bucai to continue to search for this Father Kevin in the Nunu State. He has to write his own story."
"I'm going back to Europe, maybe to Austria to heal. There are many, many stories waiting for me to write."
Wen Bucai licked his fingers clean, ate all the burger, regained some strength, and began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets in search of drinking utensils. Boss Stella didn't leave a single cup for them.
"Jack! What about you? Where are you going?"
Jack: "I don't know."
"I don't know what you mean?" Victor hadn't realized the changes in Jack Martin's body, and the observant little writer hadn't noticed either.
Wen Bucai: "I don't ask about the future, but about tomorrow! For example, when the sun rises..."
"I don't know..." Jack hugged the last burger and just took a bite of the portion left for him.
He only felt a hole in his chin, and the food slipped from his throat to the table, bringing with it some scattered dust.
He finally understood that he seemed to have become a ghost——
——These sands took away his flesh and blood.
"Jack..." Wen Bucai frowned and saw the fine black sand on the table and kitchen board clearly, and finally woke up.
"Jack Martin! Jack!" Victor also noticed something strange and saw his partner's body in the shadows. The remains were like mist, gradually disappearing!
"I can only..." Jack Martin said: "No matter what, it can only be half, it can only be counted as half..."
Aohun Mingde said——
——There is no God in this world, but there are countless demons and ghosts.
God could not respond to Jack Martin's request. After leaving the rainforest, he lost half his life, half his soul, and was half dead.
In the second half of the night, he was getting farther and farther away from the big boss, and his spiritual body was gradually collapsing.
"Think of a solution quickly! Wen Bucai!" Victor struggled and managed to get up, his legs shaking and unable to support him - he fell down again while holding on to the door frame and fell outside the door: "Wen Bucai! Wen Bucai!
"
Wen Bucai stretched out his hand and just touched Jack's shoulder. His fingers almost blended into the bones of the fabric and fell into the fine sand!
"how so!"
He panicked and picked up Jack's torso with both hands, like lifting up the clouds and smoke, and picked up Jack Martin. However, this light body seemed to have completely lost all "weight" - Jack was like an invisible hand.
The shadowless sand seems to disappear at any time!
"I'm going to die, Vincent." Jack's thinking was still rational and his speech was clear: "Perhaps I have died a long time ago. I have been dead since I set foot on this land and came to Washington a long time ago.
.”
"Where is Mr. Keogh? Maybe if I chase a few steps further, I can find him..."
The body made of sand gradually twisted and deformed.
"Jack!" Wen Bucai hugged the ghost, grabbed Victor and ran outside the door.
Where is he going? What is he going to do?
How to face all this? The increasingly gloomy sky has no answer, and the earth cannot speak.
Maybe go back to the temple ruins and retrieve the arrow! You can bring Jack Martin back to life?!
He couldn't run fast at all. He ran about two hundred feet and was panting from exhaustion——
——He felt that the water in his body was losing rapidly, and he seemed to be turning back into a fish.
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[Part2·Not moving at all]
Crossing the suburban railway where the river valley is located, at the end of the horizon, an equally lonely walker slowly walked.
"Bang!--"
The Schneider valve rifle tore apart all the tranquility in the Quiet Place. The bullet hit the railroad track, ricocheted into the side of Wen Bucai's face, and took away part of the soft flesh of his earlobe!
He broke into a cold sweat and together with Victor saw clearly the figure in the distance!
No! That can no longer be considered a human being!
The big head crawling out of hell almost turned into an indescribable mass of rotten meat. The monster crawled forward slowly, with many flexible limbs made of human flesh under its belly and toes.
He has about thirty heads, and he seems to be a monster regenerated by sewing together the remains of the Perfume Bottle Gang.
Blood red feathers spread out all over his back, like embroidery, depicting four pairs of "Sky Eagle" eye patterns and butterfly wings.
He hugged the Schneider valve rifle that was broken into two pieces, truly arrived in heaven and became an angel.
Three golden cups were embedded in the forehead of the big leader, three crosses opened his mouth, and three large golden bowls overlapped each other and were buckled on his head with dull eyes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "What kind of monster is that!" Victor trembled and trembled. In this era, the word "Butterfly" has never been used in Western World.
Vincent stood frozen, shocked by this horrific flesh and blood deformity, and almost lost all will to fight.
The Big Boss still retains some of his combat skills. His abnormal limbs search for ammunition from the flesh and stuff it into Schneider's barrel. There is no trigger structure or valve cover - the semi-open barrel can still maintain good performance.
Bore pressure.
The bullet hit the rock wall at the entrance of the valley, and Big Boss couldn't shoot accurately at all. He lost the most important aiming ability of a gunner.
The gunshots rose and fell, Wen Bucai and Victor did not dodge, but Jack Martin's limbs became more and more solid, and the closer he got to his other half, the life force of this lonely ghost emerged.
He grabbed the longbow hanging on the doctor's bag——
——Beginning to recall Sullivan Okopela’s first lesson.
To become a [Carnivore] and change from an ape to a human, you need to make a bow and arrows.
I already have the bow, but where are the arrows?
"Vincent! Find a way to fight back! Vincent!"
Jack Martin tried to wake up his companions, but he couldn't find a suitable weapon. If they just stayed frozen in front of the railroad tracks, the monsters getting closer and closer would be like steam locomotives! They would crush them into pieces!
"Mr. Keogh! Help me..."
"Teacher Victor! Why don't you speak anymore?!"
David Victor is deeply trapped in the terrifying illusion created by the incarnation of a butterfly. In this era, there is no [dog leash] to pull them back.
The bullets knocked open the rock ledges, shattered the rocks, and made craters in the Elephant Trunk Mountain. The big leader's shooting skills changed from always hitting the target to always missing.
In the dust, Jack caught the necessary treasure. His palm sank into his calf without any hindrance, and he fished out a yellow and black rotten bone from the sand!
He broke away from Wen Bucai's arms, lay down on the stone beach next to the railway track, and ground his joints into sharp arrows——
——Continuously polishing and scraping, in a continuous cycle, he only felt that his arms were getting stronger and stronger. Because the devil was almost close at hand! There was only a distance of twenty-four feet!
He had never learned how to shoot with a bow and arrow, so he had no choice but to let nature take its course!
The slightly bent leg bone arrow flew out crookedly.
Jack's first shot was accurate, but this time it didn't work.
The arrow was accelerated by the strong string of the bow, and like the broken spear of the big leader, it flew to a place where wind, horses and cattle could not reach. It crossed twenty-two feet and hit a spike. It lost its balance and rolled away.
"Hold!"
Jack was almost disheartened. He lost a leg bone, so he reluctantly grabbed Wen Bucai, fled with Victor, and struggled to escape to the other end of the railway track.
After walking nine feet, he heard the powerful soul shaped by steam and forged steel roaring, and the steam engine roaring in the distance.
Twelve feet out, the hot wind was like a whip in the hand of a horse driver, whipping the rain clouds across the barren land.
When he reached fifteen feet, he felt his body was swaying and swaying, which was exactly the decisive distance for a spear duel.
The locomotive blowing the whistle crushed the big boss's fat body!
In an instant, the steel monster, which could only travel at 20 miles per hour, rolled out a ball of blood-red droplets. The road spikes were loosened by bone arrows, and it flew sideways, collapsing into Jack Martin's body and passing through the sand.
He slowed down and caught Wen Bucai's overalls, leaving horrific wounds on his ribs, and dragged the three brothers out of the gate of hell!
They fell at the exit of Elephant Trunk Mountain and lay beside the loose stone ballast road of the railway. They watched all this in shock, watching the monster gradually turn into thousands of blood-red butterflies.
"Hehehe..."
Jack Martin covered his face and dripped the last bit of living blood from his fingers,
"Hahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"
Wen Bucai looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The tear in his ribs was not fatal, the pain woke him up.
Three large golden bowls rolled down next to the brothers——
——With the rain clouds, there are also wolves lurking in the wilderness bushes, and crows that smell the smell of blood.
The low roars that come and go in the wild are the fierce fighting and biting of pumas as they endure hunger.
"Hahahahahaha!" Wen Bucai couldn't stop laughing and curled up in pain.
Victor took the wine bottle from the slit of his partner's trousers and lifted the big bowl - he pulled out the hot spike fragments from his arm, bleeding all over the floor. Due to the influence of the spiritual pressure of the transformed butterfly, he fell into a brief state of madness.
"Hahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha!"
Jack Martin righted his companion, and they sat slumped in the wilderness, red and black blending into one color, blending with the golden whiskey.
"Hahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"
The sun has just emerged from the horizon, and it emerges from sixteen holes——
——From the bullet hole of Schneider's swing-door rifle, scorching sunlight shot toward the northeast side of the ledge.
Jack held up the big bowl: "Here's to tomorrow!"
"To the future..." Wen Bucai said.
Victor: "To you and me..."
At this moment, the beasts lurking in the darkness were frightened by the sudden dazzling sunlight, and gradually gave up the idea of hunting. These three apex predators are still not dead, and can still unleash unimaginable destruction.
The power is still alive.
Raise your head and drink it to make your blood and veins blend together.
The rain was pouring and the thunder was rolling.
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The otherworldly and superb essence gives [Kneller·Death Knell] extraordinary divine power.
The powerful spiritual power of Tonatiu, the Aztec sun god, required the most brutal blood sacrifice to complete the ritual.
Give you half! Give you half! There is a voice calling out from somewhere!
Seven thousand three hundred and forty-two days later, the federal fortress Fort Sumter in Charleston Harbor, South Carolina, was bombarded by Confederate troops. The United States was divided into two halves, and the Civil War began.
The necessary content of the blood sacrifice is the lives of 620,000 people.