Abyss Train

Chapter 816: Arrows are Stronger than Guns

  [Part①·Life hangs on a thread]

"Die! Vincent!"

The collector did not intend to continue making works of art. Even if the big boss asked him to capture him alive, he had no way of carrying out orders - the destructive power displayed by Wen Bucai's spirit had far exceeded the collector's expectations.

  A raging flame spurted out from the muzzle of the perfume bottle gun, and the double triggers fired simultaneously. The two bullets flew straight towards Wen Bucai's head at a very short interval!

Wen Bucai's eyes were still blurry, he was deeply trapped in the hallucinations created by the paralysis toxin, and his reaction was slow. His hands and feet were tied tightly with hemp ropes.

The first bullet hit the side of his face and was crushed by the [Drunkard]'s fingers.

The second bullet arrived a little late and hit right between the eyebrows!

Wen Bucai's neck was about to be broken! He looked up at the sky, with bone fragments and blood splattered between his eyebrows!

"Vincent!——" David Victor couldn't believe it, and the puppet's stiff face also showed an anxious and irritable expression!

The drunken spirit that was looming in the distance could lose power at any time, and the weak body could hardly support the equally weak spirit - the soul power was hidden in Wen Bucai's skin, and it was difficult to fully absorb the kinetic energy of this bullet!

Vincent's life was almost hanging by a thread. The lead bullet pierced his skull, opening a partial gap. The cerebrospinal fluid that maintained the intracranial pressure was slowly leaking out, and his mouth and nose were covered with blood.

"It works!" The collector took out new ammunition from his sleeve and loaded the perfume bottle with fulminate of mercury. "How long can your soul power last, Vincent? In this state! Maybe just one more shot."

"My soul! Help! Please help! Please!" Jack Martin screamed. He could hardly feel the existence of his hands and feet. After being turned into a "collection" by the collector, his body was also a mess - he had long lost the strength to fight back.

David Victor's psychic power also faces this problem. After he becomes a puppet, he is almost unable to drive his soul power out of his body.

  Who can save him? ! Who can save him?

"boom!--"

The second gunshot was like the Grim Reaper's scythe striking the wrong target.

Wen Bucai struggled and was barely able to raise his right hand. Two bullets penetrated his arm, shattering the humerus and forearm, and exited from the elbow. The fragments and bullets shot into his slightly deflected cheek and exited from the masseter muscle of his mandible!

Blood! There's blood all over the ground!

The extremely cruel execution made Jack Martin more and more afraid.

——This is what happens when you go against a perfume bottle. It seems that the beautiful fairy tale will never happen!

Vincent was like a dog, being tortured and slowly shot to death!

"What a trouble!" The Collector continued to load the fulminate of mercury bullets. The dirty blood splashed from the prisoner's body flew onto his face - the grip of the gun was slippery, and he hoped that it would not affect the burning of the gunpowder.

"ho"

"what"

"ho"

Wen Bucai's breathing sounded like the dying struggle of a lamb with its neck cut and trachea severed, trying to live a little longer.

There was no will to survive or anger in his eyes, only darkness. The poison was still affecting his senses, and he couldn't even feel much pain.

The gun is once again pointed at the panic-stricken "beast", and the collector continues to pull the trigger.

The hanging rope and stone rope flew in the air and knocked the muzzle of the perfume bottle off balance!

At this moment, the glass bottle that held Victor was smashed to pieces. He barely climbed out. The little doll looked around and looked at the faint light at the entrance of the cellar - there was an uninvited guest! Suddenly appeared in the dim cage!

"Someone is helping us!" Jack Martin jumped hard, trying to shake the picture frame and jump down from the wine cellar counter, "Teacher Victor! Someone is helping us!"

David Victor: “Who is it?!”

The faint light coming through the crack in the hotel door illuminated the stranger's profile.

He looked to be about 45 years old, wearing an ordinary farmer's brown shirt and overalls, a particularly large hat, and a head of black hair that covered most of his face. His long, thin eyes were hidden in the hat brim and hair, and his neck and face were red.

"It's an Indian!" Little Jack recognized him at a glance and there was no way he would make a mistake - this guy's head could be exchanged for eight dollars at the state government!

The collector was caught off guard and pulled the trigger in panic, with the muzzle pointing towards the side of the wine cellar, and there was no way to recalibrate.

  The bullet pierced the wine barrel and the cellar exploded!

Fortunately, there was not much oxygen left in the cellar, and the fireball only burned everyone's mouths and noses before dissipating immediately.

  The Collector quickly turned back to deal with the new enemy! He had no idea where this mysterious man came from!

Indians? Why? Do these three have any accomplices?

  The thin oxygen made the Collector dizzy. The mysterious man who took advantage of the vent drew his bow and shot a sharp arrow in the darkness!

The crab spirit came out from the collector's heart and tried to block the flying arrow or hidden weapon, but was pierced by the arrow!

The sheep sinew bowstring made a sound, and the arrow penetrated the front and back of the puppet, and the collar was dyed red with blood! The miserable face of the dwarf freak was exposed, spitting blood!

"What the hell are you doing."

He also wanted to take out the White Lady's products from the puppet's chest pocket to heal his wounds, but the tall Indian warrior stepped on his head and crushed it!

“Crack!——”

The head is shattered and the bones are broken. He is deader than dead!

As the main body died, the spiritual energy of [Black Mass] also dissipated.

——Jack Martin fell from the wine cellar counter and returned to his normal body. Victor's puppet beauty was gone, he was a weed that grew in the wind and turned into his original form in an instant.

Fifteen or sixteen figures jumped out from the collector's clothes. They trampled and squeezed each other, and then fell down together.

There were only a few living people left. Although Boss Jerrys had returned to his true form, his stomach had been eaten clean by the White Lady larvae.

Mrs. Stella was holding boy Bill in her arms. The two family members of the black shop were still in shock, with bruises all over their bodies, and wounds from insect bites.

Among the dead bodies on the ground, the Indian man found the collector's boots and looked at them meaningfully.

David Victor's mental strength had reached its limit, and Jack Martin was so frightened by the sight of this hell on earth with a river of blood that he fainted on the spot.

Vincent, who was still struggling on the brink of life and death, became the most sober one.

His consciousness was blurred and hazy. He felt his body being dragged to the first floor and then sent to the mud flat outside the hotel. Someone fed him medicine and the wounds on his body began to feel numb and itchy.

I don’t know how long has passed——

——When the sun rose again, it was already the fourth day.

  [Part②·Black Hawk’s Youngest Son]

"I am the youngest son of the Sok War Chief, Chief Black Hawk."

A bucket of milk was poured on Vincent's face, and the Indian man woke them up one by one.

"You can call me Keopap-Keop."

In a cave depression in the shelter of the rock platform, the Indian took off his sun hat, revealing his fiery red hair ornaments and his full head of black hair - a lot of white hair had grown in his black hair.

His face was haggard, and after waking up the three young men, he had been carving wood. In addition to Wen Bucai, Victor and Jack were tied up by Keogh, who seemed to have a deep hatred for the white people.

His longbow was not unstrung, always in a state of combat readiness, standing downwind from the camp.

  Wen Bucai's body was still in severe pain. His arm was almost pierced by the bullet from the perfume bottle. The wound between his eyebrows seemed to have just healed, and his brain was concussed. He barely crawled to the edge of the cave and vomited out everything in his stomach!

"Let my friend go"

A hoarse voice came from his throat, and Wen Bucai said this as he staggered towards David.

Mr. Keogh stretched out his leg a little, and tripped the impetuous Oriental—

"——What are you going to do?"

  Wen Bucai fell flat on his face and broke two teeth!

His eyes turned red and he immediately got up and wanted to take action!

  David Victor had a sackcloth stuffed in his mouth and couldn't speak, but he grabbed Vincent's ankles tightly and told him to calm down! He told him not to be so anxious!

"Kio." Vincent finally came to his senses and asked quickly, "You saved us? Why did you save us?"

Three stone bowls were taken from the fire, containing some rice mixed with grains and mutton.

Kiopap held out the food with both hands, and Wen Bucai also took it seriously. The sun had just risen slowly from the crack at the other end of the Colorado River Valley.

In any case, it was this red-skinned Indian who saved the lives of the three brothers.

It was Chiopap who changed their fate——

——The hair ornament on this warrior’s head is engraved with the pattern of a celestial eagle, representing courage, and the wooden carving in his hand is a feathered serpent god worshipped by the Mayans.

Keogh spoke perfect English and didn't look like some primitive cannibal.

"It wasn't me who saved you, it was Kukulkan's will."

The warrior began to talk in a mysterious way and told mythological stories.

"I alone cannot defeat the puppet-controlling crab demon. Kukulkan told me in a dream that three warriors would weaken the demon's power."

"One of the warriors disguised himself as a woman, and his beauty was enough to confuse the demon's heart."

"If another warrior opens his mouth to insult the demon, the demon will lose his mind."

"The last warrior's sword makes the demon retreat in fear. This is a good opportunity to shoot the sharp arrow, which must not be missed."

Keogh vowed, picking up the collector's boots.

"These are the instructions conveyed to me by Kukulkan, asking me to take revenge."

Wen Bucai: "Revenge?"

"Eight years ago, my daughter and War Chief Sauk set out on a journey of peace with Chief White Cloud, also known as War Chief Wobokishielk."

"We agreed to the colonists' request and sought a peaceful path. There are more than 200 Holy Speakers in Rock River. They are prophets, just like me, and can hear the guidance of Kukulkan or other great gods."

"I knew long ago that these barbaric invaders would not give up so easily, but the Holy Speakers were unable to reach a consensus. There were only two choices: surrender or make peace."

"I couldn't accept it. I left Prophet Town and the Black Hawk Tribe and became a wanderer."

"Eight years later, there was no surrender or peace, only genocide, and my daughter turned into a pair of boots."

"I wanted revenge, but Kukulkan told me that I was no match for this evil demon. The gun is stronger than the arrow. The gun is stronger than the arrow."

Mr. Keogh was so excited that he threw the pair of human leather boots into the fire and asked his daughter to return to the embrace of nature.

"It was not me who saved you, but Kukulkan who saved you - I am the messenger of Kukulkan and must carry out the will of God."

In the dim cellar, the collector was exhausted from dealing with the might of Wen Bucai's spirit. He loaded his gun and fired repeatedly, concentrating on carrying out the execution procedure.

Chiopap, who had been following the Collector and living and sleeping in the same inn with him, finally found his opportunity.

"I woke up when I heard the gunshots," Keogh confessed. "I finally realized that the time had come. The three warriors that Kukulkan mentioned, they have finally arrived."

He followed them all the way to the wine cellar with a slingshot and a bow and arrow, and only then did he find a chance to take revenge.

"You help me, not me helping you."

Wen Bucai did not believe in God, so it was difficult for him to understand Mr. Keogh's sense of ritual, but the result was good. The Indian warrior relied on the will of the feathered serpent god to escape the catastrophe and was attracted by fate to reunite with them.

"Can you please let my friends go? Let them go?"

Chiopap looked serious and a little disgusted.

"—untie them yourself, Oriental."

As he said this, he threw a carving knife at Wen Bucai.

When Jack Martin and David Victor regained their freedom, the three brothers, who were covered with injuries, finally realized that they had turned over a new leaf and came back alive after a trip to the underworld.

They ate with stone bowls to replenish their energy. Wen Bucai still felt numbness in his right arm. The bullet tore through most of the muscles in the humerus forearm. The blood clots in this part were not properly treated, and the broken bones soon turned into a knot of sarcoma. It was difficult to complete the action of raising his arms, and he was not as agile as before when he wanted to punch and shoot.

"There is still an evil demon hiding in your body." Keogh stretched out his hand to hold Wen Bucai's arm.

Wen Bucai did not resist either——

——The carving knife turned into a delicate scalpel in Keogh's hands.

It made sixteen bloody cuts along the skin texture of the nodule and lump, removing all the broken bones and polyps inside.

Jack Martin felt dizzy and dazzled, while David Victor's eyes were shining.

“What a talent!”

Finally, near the tendons of the elbow, Mr. Keogh hooked out a fat worm with the tip of his knife.

Wen Bucai's face changed drastically. This was also a bug in the collector's clothes!

"It's an eagle's egg," Chiopap murmured in a low voice, "It can kill people, and it can also save lives."

  Upon seeing the scorching sun, the White Lady Worm immediately rolled over and struggled, quickly spinning silk to wrap its body, and in the blink of an eye it transformed into a bright red Morpho Butterfly!

It flapped its wings, but before it could fly far it turned into scattered debris and powder, and turned into a cloud of dust.

"What on earth is this?" Wen Bucai was both afraid and angry: "What on earth is the head of the perfume bottle looking for?"

  [Real name: Jokic Adriano]

[Current name: Collector]

[Origin: A painter from the Russian imperial court, who once painted portraits for Alexander I. In the sensitive period when camera technology was just becoming popular, in order to race with technology, this artist began to use human skin, flesh and blood to create works of art. In 1825, Alexander I passed away. This court painter lost his protection and was criticized. He committed a series of murders and was eventually exposed. In a panic, he fled to the American continent to find a new livelihood. The big boss took him in and made him an executioner to deal with prisoners and a dock worker to transport slaves. He gave Jokic the superpower of [arrows]. This hideous dwarf had a new puppet body and left many [lifelike] works. Later, Ferdinand, the employee of the [Franciscan Fraternité Minor], who was also Lawrence Madison's treasury steward, also tried to imitate and use this form to make up for his congenitally deformed short body.]

[Soul Power: Black Mass]

[Destructive power: C]

[Speed: A]

[Range: B]

[Sustainability: A]

[Precision: A]

[Growth: D]

[Special Ability·Rare Treasures: Whether it is a living thing or a dead thing, it can be made into a rare and easy-to-carry collection. It can emit a charming artistic atmosphere. The target attacked by the soul power will no longer be able to resist effectively. Their body and limbs will be fragile and their strength will be reduced. If their will is not strong enough, they will become a pendant accessory, a dead gold and silver object that cannot speak and cannot move.]

(End of this chapter)