"In a few years, Riverdale Town may no longer exist."
The old bartender sighed and said to Zuo Yi: "We old guys can't stay here much longer."
What River Valley Town faces is not only the disappearance of tourists and the loss of its most important source of income, but also the abnormal climate of Sarsans has had a huge impact on the surrounding environment, and the town's original livestock industry has also been hit hard.
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Many herdsmen's cattle and sheep were killed by lightning, and everyone was forced to leave their homes and move to safer places. Those who are still in the town are basically old people who can't leave their hometown.
But they can't hold on for too long.
"Give me another glass of wine."
Zuo Yi handed the old bartender a hundred-dollar bill and asked, "When did this situation start?"
"Thanks."
The old bartender took the bill and poured him a glass of cachaça. He thought for a moment and replied, "It should have been in August four years ago."
"It's July!"
An old cowboy sitting next to him corrected him: "I remember clearly that thunderstorms started to appear in July!"
Four years ago in July!
Zuo Yi was shocked. He came to Paparo in July four years ago and encountered a thunderstorm while hiking in Sarsanth.
According to the old bartender and the old cowboy, the thunderstorms in Sarsanth have never stopped since that time.
This is very interesting.
Zuo Yi couldn't help but fall into thinking.
boom!
At this moment, there was a rumble of thunder outside, and the originally sunny sky suddenly became dense with dark clouds.
Then the thunder became louder and louder, lightning flashed across the sky from time to time, and the whole world seemed to collapse.
The old bartender was obviously used to this. He turned on the lights in the pub and continued chatting with Zuo Yi.
At this time, heavy rain was pouring down outside, and raindrops as big as peas hit the roof and glass windows, making a crackling sound.
Bang!
The door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open forcefully, and three burly men rushed in cursing.
They were wearing leather jackets, high leather boots, cowboy hats on their heads, and revolvers hanging on their waists. They gave people a vicious and tough look, which instantly broke the original atmosphere in the pub.
"Damn weather!"
A big man with a scar on his face strode to the bar and said to the old bartender in a rough voice: "Bring me two boxes of cachaça, hurry up!"
The old bartender looked quite nervous, shook his head and said, "No, I don't have that many cachaças here anymore."
The scarred man's face instantly turned gloomy: "What? Are you afraid that we can't afford the money?"
He also turned his head and glanced at Zuo Yi, who was sitting next to him, with a rather unkind look in his eyes.
"There really aren't two boxes."
The old bartender smiled bitterly and said: "If you don't believe it, you can go to the wine cellar and see for yourself. I haven't stocked it for a long time."
The tourists have long since disappeared, and there are only a few old people living in the town. It is a miracle that his tavern can survive until now. How can he still have the money to purchase goods?
"never mind."
The scar-faced man waved his hand irritably: "Bring me as much as you can, I want them all!"
The old bartender had no choice but to go down to the wine cellar and bring up the remaining cachaça for the other party.
The scar-faced man asked his two companions to bring drinks. He took out a few crumpled bills from his pocket and threw them on the bar.
The expression on the old bartender's face showed that this amount of money was obviously not enough, but facing three heavily armed men, he swallowed and did not raise any objections.
The scar-faced man saw that he knew what he was doing, sneered, turned around and left the tavern.
The old bartender sighed, took the rag and wiped the bar with a helpless and bitter expression on his face.
Zuo Yi frowned and asked, "Who are they?"
The three burly men who had just left did not look like tourists or local townspeople, but they had a very similar temperament to the gang members of the St. George slum, which made him feel strange.
What are these people doing here?
Bang!
Before the old bartender could answer, the door of the tavern was pushed open with great force again, and the scarred-faced man just left and returned!
"you…"
He pointed at Zuo Yi and asked angrily: "Is that Cherokee outside yours?"
Zuo Yi drank the wine in the glass in one gulp: "It's mine, is there any problem?"
"It's mine now."
The scar-faced man grinned, revealing his scorched teeth: "Give me the car keys."
While speaking, his right hand held down the handle of the pistol hanging on his waist.
The intimidation is clearly evident!
"roll!"
Zuo Yi's answer is simple.
The scar-faced man was furious, and without thinking he held the revolver, preparing to give Zuo Yi some color.
But before he could pull out the pistol, an invisible force suddenly hit him, and his whole body flew upside down like a kite with its string broken.
He was going back and forth from wherever he came, and actually flew straight out the door.
Bang!
The door of the tavern then closed, blocking out the sound of wind, rain and screams.
The old bartender and several townspeople were stunned: (⊙o⊙)(⊙o⊙)(⊙o⊙)(⊙o⊙)...
Just now they all thought that Zuo Yi was going to suffer a big loss, but they never expected that the vicious guy would suffer retribution.
But Zuo Yi's expression did not change at all, as if he had just chased away the flies and was not worth mentioning at all.
He put down his cup and tapped his finger on the bar.
The old bartender woke up and quickly added a glass of wine for Zuo Yi, while looking at the door worriedly.
The old bartender was worried that those people would come back for revenge.
But his worries were obviously unnecessary, and soon the roar of the engine starting came from outside, and then disappeared in the distance.
The other party ran away.
"They are thunderstone hunters."
The old bartender secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It should be coming from the camp of Sarsanth."
The large-scale thunderstorm phenomenon that occurred four years ago turned Sarsanth, a former holy place for hikers, into a forbidden area of death. After many travelers lost their lives, no one dared to go deep into it.
Later, local herdsmen discovered a very strange stone near Sarsanth. It felt like a strong electric shock when touching it. It was also very beautiful in black and blue color.
This stone was named "Thunder Stone" by the locals, which means a gem produced by thunder and lightning, and was sold at a high price.
Then treasure hunters known as "Thunder Stone Hunters" heard the news and built a camp on the edge of Sarsanth, risking their lives to enter Sarsanth to search for thunder stones.
The number of thunder stones is very rare, and the danger of searching and digging is extremely high, so the thunder stone hunters who can persevere are all daring desperadoes.
The Thunder Stone Hunters' camp is not far from River Valley Town, and sometimes they will go to the town to purchase supplies.
The townspeople were very disgusted with the Thunder Stone Hunters, but there was nothing they could do about it.