Abyss Express

[Part①·Amazing appetite]

Outside the countryside not far from Sanyang Town.

In a large pasture, Little Jack's beloved horse ran out of breath, draining all the strength from his body.

Little Jack fell off the shaky back of the colt, and he was more concerned about the Oriental man he saved by chance.

"Vincent! Mr. Vincent!"

He called out his name, looking at the Oriental man's shriveled body like a zombie, and the terrifying and strange power almost absorbed all the energy from the strong man.

The texture that was originally healthy and dull - now became hideous and twisted, with blood vessels exposed under the skin that was almost unprotected by fat.

Little Jack screamed excitedly: "Mr. Vincent! What happened? What happened to you! You can't die! I took so much effort to secretly rescue you from Sloth Town, I can't do this losing business!"

Vincent's eyes rolled back, and he was already blind due to hemorrhagic loss.

After being attacked by [Thyme], the bacteria in his body seemed to have been cursed by some extremely evil curse. In just a few tens of minutes, they multiplied wildly, grew and died, drained all the energy in the digestive system, and forced the organs in the body to start using the fat reserve energy, which turned him into this half-human, half-ghost appearance.

"Water! Just give you water! You will come back to life, right?! Mr. Vincent!" Little Jack anxiously took out the kettle and hurriedly fed it to Vincent's mouth.

How he hoped that this oriental man could continue to live.

"Vincent... I'm sorry, I lied to you. I secretly kept a pot and didn't give you everything..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head in shame and turned over Vincent's eyelids.

"I won't ask you for compensation anymore. It doesn't matter if you break my gun. I won't pursue these things that can be bought with money anymore!"

Little Jack was so anxious that he almost cried.

"Vincent! - Please wake up! Please move!"

"Although this request is really unreasonable, I don't understand why you dare to go to the perfume bottle alone. I secretly followed you and just wanted to pick up your body to exchange for money!"

"Then I saw the body on the barbecue grill, I saw whips and blood. I also saw the guns of the perfume bottle gang. I was so scared that I almost didn't dare to get close."

"But when I saw you in danger..."

"For a moment, I had the thought [It would be great if I didn't follow]! All this made me so ashamed that I wanted to put my head Bury it in the trough of the stable, let me drown in the place where Jesus was born! I feel ashamed of my despicable behavior! "

"When you fell, I wanted to escape! A voice urged me! Run away! Silly child!"

"But my body didn't obey, and when I reacted-you were already in my hands. I fell asleep while fishing by the Beers River, and when I woke up, I found that you were hanging on my [fishhook]! Am I crazy? Am I crazy! ? "

"If I can. "

Little Jack took the kettle and hugged the [thin] and [strong] body and soul in his hands tightly.

The midday sun shone on the two people, and the heat was maddening.

The smell of cow and sheep dung mixed with the smell of soil from the pasture was a primitive and rough smell in Little Jack's nose. That was his home.

He still had a family, and he needed to protect his family.

If Sullivan knew his real name, Jack Martin, his family would be in great trouble.

Maybe the whole Sanyang town will die under the horseshoes and bullets of the bandits, being trampled to death, whipped to death, and shot in the head.

His superiors, the Ranger brothers, and even the border arbitrators who are braver and willing to sacrifice their lives, all turned a blind eye.

The state government judges will not speak for him, and God will not look at him more.

Only this person in his arms, only this Oriental man.

The weird man who can catch the bullet with his bare hands, the Chinese who embarked on the road of revenge alone for his co-workers and fellow countrymen, can stand on the side of 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 immature face, two lines of crystal clear tears fell, and he cried and screamed.

"Vincent! If I can! I want to help you! I want to help you!"

"Pah".

Vincent put his hand on Little Jack's hat, followed the coarse blond hair, and tightly grasped the brim and earlobe, finding the point of force.

He couldn't say a word, his eyes were wide open, and he fell limply on the lawn with the other party's stupid strength of struggling 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 [vitality].

He stretched his neck and bit off a handful of weeds. The movement of opening and closing his jaw was as difficult as ascending to heaven at this time, just like he was 530 million years ago, when he was still a jawless fish.

In Little Jack's eyes, Mr. Vincent's movements were like a flexible and boneless earthworm, swallowing the green grass leaves in big mouthfuls, 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 dug out a small piece of wasteland from the lawn, and the grass blades and roots pulled out red mud and sand.

He struggled to his feet and turned his attention to Jack Martin's good horse.

That 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 and screamed: "No! It can't!"

Mr. Vincent has taken action.

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's 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 favorite horse that he had raised since childhood! 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 his courage. He could only watch Vincent swallow it bit by bit while crying.

[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! Even started making 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 so good]

Vincent tore off the front shank meat and handed it to Jack.

They sat on the floor, one with an apologetic face, the other with uncontrollable sadness.

Little Jack held the front leg meat of his beloved horse and devoured it. He was very pragmatic and 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 for 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: "It's two lives! Including Dolly, it's three times!"

Vincent: "Let's count it as two and a half."

Little Jack: "Why?"

Vincent: "You ate a lot too."

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 temple of the five internal organs. 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 kilograms 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 the soul power, and the dust in his hand also fell to the ground: "Only with the recognition of [Arrow], it is possible to have this kind of power."

Little Jack: "Arrow?"

Vincent: "It's the arrow! Did you see the leader of the perfume bottle gang?"

Little Jack: "Yes, the redhead!"

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 don'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 be able to pay you back. If I can't pay you back, I will find a railway to let the train go." The steel wheel crushed 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 setting sun gradually sank into the large valley in the distance.

Vincent spoke every word with great seriousness.

"I heard your voice, Jack. You vowed to help me. Do you want to go on this road of no return with me? Sorry! Jack! I can't let you die halfway!"

"The words you said are like knives, tearing my heart, which has been riddled with holes in trust, into pieces 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 hurt 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 away. 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. He was not his compatriot, nor his friend, but——

——But this man’s eyes and expression, 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. Mate."

[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 to reward the dog.

This dog has no name.

Little Jack called him "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 fatter than usual.

No!

When the Great Dane comes running! Little Jack saw clearly what his beloved dog looked like.

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 over one hundred and fifty 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, unable to resist the joyful family dog.

"Yes! Haha...hehe...looks quite energetic, right!"

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 originally slim waist and abdomen of the Great Dane 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 family 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: "Are you going home now?"

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, having just regained a little strength, he couldn't even stand still.

With the help of Little Jack, he looked at the road he came from with a firm look in his eyes - the road leading to Sloth Town.

In the jumble of horse hoof prints, there is a railway that leads to revenge and is built with blood.

Vincent: "Let's go."

"Wait! Wen Bucai!" Little Jack called Vincent's real name in a poor Chinese transliteration.

Vincent turned around.

Little Jack: "At least write me an IOU..."

Vincent pulled off a button on his dungarees. It was a trouser pocket button that was originally used to place a pocket watch, but now it is useless.

Handing the button to Little Jack, Vincent's tone was a little frustrated.

"I don't have anything else."

Little Jack looked down at the button, as if it was the only thing worth lingering on.

After saying goodbye to Wen Bucai, they no longer had any relationship.

Unless Mr. Vincent can come back alive, completely wipe out the Perfume Bottle Gang, and come back with Little Jack's gold and new gun, a horse, justice and hope.

[Can that happen? ]

Little Jack was not sure, and did not dare to think about it.

When he looked up, Mr. Vincent had already entered the rotten woods, chose a more hidden road, and disappeared.

He finally put his mind at ease and wanted to rush home and take his family away from this place of trouble.

He ran all the way with his dog, running back to his big house like he was running for his life.

He knocked hard on the door. The one who opened the door for him was Uncle Bayan, his father's younger brother.

The one who poured him water was Aunt Bayan, a kind-looking old woman.

The one who rubbed his shoulders and back was Sister Anna, a farm girl with freckles on her face like him, with thick arms and a big waist. She looked like a woman who had given birth to a child before she got married.

But today seemed a little different.

Little Jack stared at his sister's face carefully, trying to find some familiar traces.

But at this time, under the reflection of the setting sun.

He held Anna's face, but could not find any freckles.

Her skin was not as pore-enlarged as usual, but became like milk, and under the scorching summer sun, the blood was vigorous and white and rosy.

Not only that, not only Anna!

Uncle and aunt, and the Great Dane! They are all weirdly healthy!

Little Jack finally realized something was wrong!

He looked from the hall to the dining table in the side room——

—— Mr. Sullivan did not move.

The red-haired man was smiling, wearing leather gloves and a large parrot feather hat, with a ball of bright red lace on his collar, one leg resting on the other, holding a milk cup in his hand, and slowly putting the milk into his mouth. The sharp blade of the Argentine arrow appeared from the black cloak——it was shining.

Sullivan's eyes smiled like a crescent moon, and there was a little milk stain on his mouth.

He greeted Little Jack cordially and elegantly, snapping his fingers to alert the host, as if ringing a summons bell that made the waiter scramble.

Sullivan said, "Jack Martin's milk is excellent."

Little Jack seemed to be struck by lightning. He could no longer move, and the voices of his uncle, aunt and sister were still in his ears.

"Mr. Sullivan came to visit us today! We prepared baking soda biscuits for him!"

"I don't know how, he gave us a free trial of the new medicine sent from Syracuse, which is a health wine!"

"Yes! Brother! You should try it too! After using it, all the freckles on my face disappeared! Look at our dog! After drinking it, he became strong and smart! Before, I asked it to sit down, but it turned around! It couldn't even understand human words. Now I ask it to go to the newspaper office at the corner of the street to get newspapers, and it can bring back a basket of eggs by the way!"

Little Jack held the button in his hand and never dared to open his fist again.

This button can kill people, and can put him to death.

[Real name: ???]

[Current name: Wen Bucai]

[Origin: ???]

[Soul power: Alcoholism]

[Destructive power: ???]

[Speed: ???]

[Range: ???]

[Sustainability: ???]

[Precision: ???]

[Growth: ???]

[Special ability: ???]