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Chapter 176 The locals with bad intentions ([-])

Anger, resentment, hatred.

These negative emotions are hotter than fire and colder than ice.

In old Lisen's heart, it was like water and fire that never blended together, and suddenly there was a violent reaction like an explosion.

He felt that his decayed and weak heart seemed to be wound up, gathered enough power, and began to leap frantically, and the cold blood that could not even be warmed by the fireplace began to boil again. The body seems to be rejuvenated at this moment!

However, this was just Old Leeson's illusion. The sudden excitement did not really give him the strength of youth. Instead, it aggravated his lung disease and made him cough repeatedly.

The hoarse and vicissitudes of life seemed to come from the hole in the old furnace, and it was also mixed with painful roars. Sebastian quickly stepped forward and gently patted the back of the old man living alone.

"Grandpa Lisson, are you okay?"

The discerning Watson had already discovered the kettle on the table, poured out a glass of water and brought it to the old man.

Old Lisen looked at the water glass brought to him, he looked up at the seemingly well-intentioned stranger, and the stranger's face was filled with a friendly smile.

However, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that there was deep hypocrisy and sarcasm hidden behind this smile!

A faint murderous intent flashed in the depths of old Lisen's eyes, but he was no longer a young man in the prime of his life after all. Time had taken away his strength and given him deep patience.

If the middle-aged people from other towns were here now—especially the boy Nak, he would definitely not be able to bear the restless blood hatred, even if he violated Mikalis’ order, he would use the blood of this outsider to kill him. Wash away the hatred in your heart!

But he was too old, his muscles were as flabby as water-soaked sponges, and his strength had weakened to the point where he could even chop down the small cherry tree in front of his door.

Even if he attacked from behind with an axe, Old Leeson was not completely sure of knocking this man down in an instant.

But these years of heavy experience have made his thinking cunning enough—maybe the old man and I are not as strong as those boys who are still in their prime, but sometimes killing a person does not require using force, and there are other things that are more powerful. Appropriate method - a cruel method that can make the enemy beg for a happy one! ! !
Old Leeson made up his mind, and he showed a kind smile that should be unique to an old man of his age. At the same time, he said weakly:
"Cough—I'm not feeling well recently, so I won't take you cough cough cough!" He covered his mouth with his fist, coughing violently, his shoulders kept shrugging, as if his lungs were about to be coughed out, "cough—— Little Sebastian, please take this gentleman upstairs first, I have to continue to rest for a while, remember to come downstairs to remind me after you finish, I have a jug of high-quality whiskey that has been cellared for a long time, just please A gentleman who came from out of town has a good drink."

"It's not rare for a customer to come from afar and have to work for me, an old man, for free!"

"By the way, I still don't know what to call this gentleman. How the outside world has become ahem—"

Old Lisen coughed violently as he spoke, this time he coughed extremely excitedly, his face turned red, and a mouthful of thick phlegm involuntarily spewed out from his throat, falling onto the fireplace flame in front of him, Leaves a yellow mottled mark on the red charcoal. "You can just call me John." Watson replied with a smile: "There is no rush to drink, you rest first, and we will come downstairs to have a good chat with you after we finish our work."

"Ahem - then thank you for the hard work, Mr. John." Old Leeson also smiled and nodded slightly, then turned his head and said to the Michaelis boy like he was dealing with his troubled grandson: "Little It’s true, Sebastian, it’s rare for a guest to come to our town to travel, why don’t you take the guest around to see the scenery along the coast, but instead drag him to the home of an old man like me!”

"It's okay, it's not Sebastian's fault, it's just that I'm free and I plan to come to the town with him. I also want to chat with the residents of the town and study the local folk customs. Fengqing, I will trouble you to introduce the history of the town to me later."

"The history of the town, cough, cough, cough——" Old Lisen heard this sentence, and there was another trace of grief in his cloudy pupils that seemed to be suffering from eye diseases. Those painful memories flooded his heart again. In order to avoid Letting the outsider in front of him see that something was wrong, he could only cover it up with a hasty cough.

Sebastian also stepped forward to comfort you again, and said: "Grandpa Lison, please stop talking for now and take a rest. We will also go upstairs to repair the roof for you first. We will go downstairs and continue chatting later. Okay. Well?"

"Ahem, that's okay, you guys continue, old man, I have to squint for a while." Old Lisen said, lifting the blanket covering his legs up to his shoulders, leaning back slightly, and squinting his eyes slightly , and soon there was a slight snore, and it seemed that he had fallen asleep.

And Sebastian and Watson looked at each other slightly, then quietly picked up the tools and materials, walked up the stairs, came to the attic room full of cobwebs and dust, pushed open the rusty windows that were hard to open, and came Went to the roof of this lifeless old widow's house, and set to work.

The sound of knocking came from the top of the building in a gentle rhythm.

Old Lisen, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly, opened his eyes suddenly. His eyes were as cold as ice, and as firm as a sharp knife.

He listened to the faint knocking and whispering from the top of his head, it seemed that little Sebastian was discussing the development of the outside world with that damn outsider.

Old Leeson stood up silently and lifted up the cushions of the sofa to reveal a hidden storage space at the bottom, which contained his family's relics - his wife's favorite horn hair comb and hand mirror, the ashes of his son and daughter-in-law, and the ashes of his son and daughter-in-law. The swaddling cloth for the grandson, the old-fashioned flintlock gun that was wiped and maintained every day, the dagger that was as sharp as ever, and the medicine bottles filled with grass green, withered yellow or jet black powder.

The only surviving old man looked at these familiar objects, and the warmth and beauty of the past welled up in his heart again, making tears continuously swirl in his eyes.

Old Leeson had dreamed about how to take revenge countless times, and in fact since that night, these angry townspeople have indeed carried out it like this.

After the collapse of the Gowell Hotel, many outsiders still came to the town on the pretext of traveling, but secretly they all wanted to gnaw a piece of fat flesh and blood from the injured Michaelis family, like the hungriest jackals. Eat all the remains of the Cowell Hotel!

At that time, Old Lisen formed the town guard and led his companions who also harbored blood hatred to repel wave after wave of intruders. He naturally knew that these so-called tourists all possessed strange magic. , even the physical body is very strong, comparable to tigers, leopards, bears and wolves!

But no matter how powerful they are, they still belong to the category of human beings. They still need to eat and sleep, and they still have difficulty resisting bullets and sharp blades. If they secretly poison or shoot, these foreigners with strange abilities are just vulnerable mortals!

(End of this chapter)