Abyss Train

Chapter 767 Appendix ① The Bullet Or The Blade

Youth is the most beautiful period of life.

—Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

"[Platina Jazz·Platinum Jazz]!"

A strong wind blew up in the temporary camp, blowing away the miasma and poisonous smoke from the southeastern mountains.

  ——The Gem Knight manifested his true spiritual form from Dr. Maguire’s shoulder and neck, and punched Billy Howe in the head!

In just a moment, Billy's head was broken and bleeding, his intracranial pressure was unbalanced and his eyes rolled back. Old Ma's skill in using the electric knife to repair the brain blood was superb - in the blink of an eye, layers of spiritual silk thread wrapped around the sticky panacea slurry, sewed the wound up again.

The craniotomy operation took only two or three seconds. While Jun Ge was pouring out the water used to wash the pot, the hidden injuries in Billy's head were almost completely discovered.

"Hey? Ouch!" Billy regained consciousness. He felt like he was electrocuted after being punched by [Platina Jazz]. His brain ran a small program to upgrade the firmware. It suddenly shut down for a few seconds and then restarted immediately.

Maguire kicked the backpack open, and several comic books, plasticine, pencils, dice cups for gambling, and identity cards fell out.

Pushing aside the debris, the surgeon flipped through a pile of Saladin's tung leaves and found the medical record book, opening a page specifically for Billy the Kid.

"Are you uncomfortable anywhere else?"

Maguire bit the tip of a pencil. This reliable big brother with tough brows and thick lips showed a sharp look in his eyes.

"For example, stiff hands and feet, numbness in limbs, tingling in the skin, and pain in the spine."

Billy immediately responded: "My waist hurts. My waist has always hurt."

Maguire: "Then please get down."

During the consultation, Foianini felt bored and saw a comic book in Mr. Maguire's doctor bag, so he immediately leaned over to take a closer look.

——There are lots of ghostly drawings and symbols on the book, which were added later, giving it the kind of childish fun that we had in our elementary school textbooks when we added illustrations.

  For example, the beautiful girl who just appeared was painted with a dress with pencil, and a note was added next to the dialogue box.

[Your clothes are too revealing. I need to put on some more clothes for you.]

Fuanini was confused and approached Mr. Maguire with the comic book in hand.

"——Hey, Mr. Maguire. Did your child paint this?"

Maguire was flipping Billy Horn's eyelids when they were suddenly squeezed. This man, who was originally calm, gentle and considerate, became crazy and furious in an instant.

"Who told you to come closer? Bastard!"

Fuyanini was scolded and his face turned pale with fear: "Ah!~"

Maguire shouted, "I'm examining a patient! Don't come and disturb me! Your stench is almost reaching my nose!"

"I'm sorry!" Fuanini quickly put down the comic book, and the energetic young man stood at attention before he dared to bow and apologize.

Before his fingers left Billy's eyelids, Lao Ma's expression changed from furious to gloomy and depressed. He continued, "It's not that I think you're dirty, Fuanini."

Fuanini was puzzled: "Huh?"

"If you like, I'll give you the comic book." Lao Ma explained, "Mr. Gunsmith is a very professional psychologist. I think his students should be like him, able to stay focused and be people worth relying on."

"But if you suddenly come close to me, I really can't continue practicing medicine. The bodies of injured and sick people will emit unique smells - as long as I smell these pheromones, the body odor can also help me judge the condition."

“The process of diagnosis is very important. Pain and disease also have their own death gates. Prescribing the right medicine is the process of breaking through the death gates.”

"You've also suffered a lot of mental damage. Your eyes are full of bloodshot. You need to supplement lutein. Your liver's blood-forming function is also insufficient. This smell mixed with Billy Horn's body odor will interfere with my judgment."

"Hmm" Fuanini stepped back, hugging the comic book.

Maguire went on to answer the next question: "As for the graffiti in the comic book, that was not done by my children - or rather, I am not married yet, and I have no plans to have children. That was written by me."

"Hey!" Brother Jun came in from outside the tent holding a food bowl. "Old Ma still has a childlike heart, huh?"

The big wolf's stench was mixed with the smell of grass, leaves and mud. As soon as its head popped out, it was kicked away by [Sir Platinum], who caught the iron basin of food steadily. The incarnation slowly floated back to Maguire.

After a few minutes, the intracranial angiography (physical) procedure was completed, the consultation phase was also completed, and it was the stethoscope's turn to work. Maguire began to touch Billy Boy all over, knocking and hitting everywhere.

"What's wrong with your thoracic spine?" Maguire put his hand on Billy Horn's chest and felt a foreign object.

Billy didn't know what was going on either -

——He fought several life-and-death battles, with blood eagle monsters coming one after another. He had no chance to perform surgery at all and had to rely on panacea to hold on.

Panacea cannot help this body to straighten out its veins and bones. If there are foreign debris left in the body, they will naturally turn into tumors, which will compress the blood vessels and nerves over time and cause the bones to be dislocated.

"I'm going to open your chest. This thoracic vertebra is very critical. If anything goes wrong with it and you face a life-and-death crisis, your body will betray you." Maguire said this as he took out a scalpel and prepared to open your chest.

A few minutes later, Lao Ma carefully took out four fragments from Billy Horn's sternum.

These fragments have a special shape, like some kind of religious amulet, or perhaps one of Billy Horn's personal belongings. When fighting with the blood eagle monster, the boy's chest was injured and this small object was embedded in the bone.

"This." Billy recognized the object from its tin-iron luster.

Fuanini asked curiously: "What? I haven't seen it before."

"This is the necklace that Faye Frosalin gave me." As Billy talked about this, his face gradually darkened.

"It's a very interesting little thing." Mr. Maguire tilted his head, cleaned the blood off the tin, and pieced together a strange human-shaped object: "It looks like the image of a mythical character. Can you tell me about it? Billy Horn?"

"It's the Spider Goddess of the Hopi tribe," Billy explained of the object's origins. "I'm originally Mexican, so that was a little bit of an inspiration as well."

"I've been able to see all kinds of strange things since I was a kid, and I like to draw the weird things in my dreams."

"Faye Frosalin saw my painting and gave it to me."

"She said it was an Indian myth."

"To put it simply, when the world was first created, everything was nothingness, and there was no concept of time and space."

"There is a Supreme Will called Teowa, and it is the Creator."

"It created incarnations in the human world. One is called Sotunan, and the other is a goddess who looks like a spider."

"The Creator divided the world into three layers, one layer above the ground and two layers underground."

"Sotunan is responsible for creating the world above ground, while the Spider Goddess is the ruler of the two underground worlds."

"The Spider Goddess used different colors of clay to create different races of people."

"We, Homo sapiens, are the fourth species of humans created by the Spider Goddess. The three previous species of ancient humans have all perished due to various reasons."

"The first group of ancient people could understand each other's minds without language. They were powerful and arrogant. They tried to overthrow the Creator and questioned the Creator's authority. They were destroyed by the fire surging from the ground."

"The second type of ancient people did not speak a common language, had no culture or intelligence, and could not live in harmony with all living things. The pressure of survival turned them into seeds that spread hatred and resentment. These [people] were more like beasts that had been favored by the gods and had great power. Therefore, the Creator brought frost to freeze everything and destroyed them."

"The third type of ancient people were able to read and understand the stars and geography, and they could form strong countries and build prosperous city-states. Because of this, wars broke out between countries and tribes. They were always fighting endlessly to seize the territories and populations of other tribes. Before everything was burned up by the war, the Creator called a flood to destroy this crazy race."

"The Spider Goddess couldn't bear to see all the third type of ancients die, so she kept the kind people among them and planted giant reed seedlings."

"People climbed up the reeds for a long, long time, living and multiplying on the main stem. It was unknown how long it took before people came out of the ground and came to the aboveground world managed by Suotunan."

"The thing I dreamed about when I was a kid, the Spider Mother from Hopi mythology."

Billy Horn picked up the Sikkim amulet, without any intention of keeping it, and blew gently. It floated out of the tent and nothing was left.

"It's a very interesting story." Dr. Maguire lay on his side on the sleeping bag, holding the scalpel between his fingers, and the knife turned around and around on his fingertips: "So, what you dreamed about should be the original seed?"

"I don't know." Billy the Kid never told anyone about these things, just like we might keep a diary from elementary school and some drawing homework - but until we ourselves forget about these things, they may not be passed on, let alone have the opportunity to share them with others.

"It seems that Faye Frosalin thinks you have extraordinary psychic talents." Maguire said solemnly: "You are a genius, Billy Horn."

Billy the Kid didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't put me down. I'm just an ordinary person, neither high nor low. If I didn't have the gunsmith teacher, I don't even know what I could do."

"Never satisfied, that's the trait of a genius." Maguire changed the subject, "As for the legend about the origin of the Sotunan spirit - as a redstone man, I also grew up listening to JOE's story, and it can be connected to Vincent, that is, Wen Bucai."

If the Spider Goddess is Mother Gaia, then according to the evolutionary path of the mortal world, Wen Bucai, this extremely special individual, the ultimate life evolved from Luca (the oldest organic matter), should be the agent of the Creator left in the mortal world.

It’s like every time Wen Bucai suffers fatal injuries and falls into a near-death state, all kinds of catastrophic climates and unimaginable geological movements will occur - he is more like an extinction body, like Mother Gaia’s disaster switch.

Such a powerful life, such a perfect soul and flesh, if even Wen Bucai cannot survive, then in the eyes of the Spider Goddess, the structure of the biosphere should have entered a terminally ill state. The carnivores' eating efficiency is too high, and Wen Bucai has no way to escape this barbaric and bloody hunting activity. This land needs to be cleansed and exterminated.

Fuanini had no time to care about the myth, he cared more about the token.

"Hey! Are you just going to throw it away like that? Don't you want it anymore?" Billy said something that was both strange and familiar.

The gunsmith teacher also said this:

"—I don't care anymore."

Billy Horn no longer cared about anything related to Faye Frosalin. He had once fallen in love with a phantom, and the illusions cast by the phantom obsessed him.

The gunsmith teacher said that it is very difficult to come out of the hallucination and it requires great pain.

What the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult uses to control people's hearts is not only promises, not only beautiful doctrines or huge benefits - but also the fear of disillusionment.

People are afraid that this beautiful expectation will be dashed, afraid that all this is false, so they are tightly controlled, just like stocks and housing prices - the monetary benefits in the secular sense alone can make a person vulnerable and unrecognizable with fear. What's more, these cults specialize in spiritual harm?

Billy Horn came out, he accepted it all, and breaking free from the thick cocoon was also an opportunity for his transformation.

"I suddenly realized" that the young man also began to rummage through his backpack and took out various tools from it.

There is a tripod for the spirit level, a vernier drawing board and a folding workbench, and lots and lots of mechanical pencils.

He finally found a bullet -

"——I still like this, I love it, I love bullets and knives."

The night was deep, but the lights of Baibei Port were still on.

The Laibei granary was first troubled by the incarnation butterfly, which brought about a psychic disaster that made the place spooky and eerie, with not a single living thing to be seen within a six-kilometer radius.

When the noise of Di Mu's turning over gradually died down and the local army of Chen State wanted to take back the land, someone was already waiting for them.

Four steamships carried more than sixty fully armed sharp-sword troops, all of whom were veterans of tough battles. They formed a vanguard regiment and seized control of the key areas in the hinterland of Inahiro County almost without bloodshed.

Along with the steamship came two materialist infantry fighting platforms, the red salamander for underwater combat, and the big frog that had been repaired and maintained and was good at mountain marching, and they rushed to the front line as soon as possible.

When these steel giants appeared in Laibei Port and walked on the streets, making earth-shaking music, the morale of the officers and soldiers of the Flying Tiger Battalion of Chen State collapsed. There was almost no resistance. They regarded these things as the magic of the gods, and ordinary people bowed down to them. As soon as they sent away the fish fairy, they immediately found a new god to kneel down.

When they returned to Baibei Port, the gunsmith had just finished handing over the task and delivered the contents of the recording and the log to the scout team. In the second half of the night, they saw a motorboat carrying familiar people slowly approaching the shore.

  A little brother with white hair jumped off the boat.

"Fuck!" Xueming almost didn't recognize him.

The guy with white hair, golden eyes, and about 1.9 meters tall is Bu Liuxing.

Liu Xing almost didn't recognize Xue Ming either -

——Because this "Arhat"'s hair became shorter and his beard became longer, his spirit body ate a lot of sub-golden substances, and his spiritual pressure also changed.

"My Qiao?!~" Liu Xing's tone was even weirder and more artificial. He covered his chin and looked left and right, making his golden pupils wide and focusing repeatedly in the night: "Ming Ge?"

It seems that both of them have practiced martial arts very hard, and their skills have become so unrecognizable.

Bu Liuxing: "Is it really you?"

Jiang Xueming: "High five?"

The two clapped their hands and then shook their fists tightly.

The whole process is very fast, and the meteor falls asleep even faster.

Xueming removed SD's superpowers, and the big guy was still dazed when he crawled out of the mud.

Liu Xing said to Xiao Qi who was watching anxiously, "Yes, sister-in-law, I checked it and it is definitely him."

Ms. Bai Zijin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and finally found an opportunity to speak -

——The content of the conversation was just like the first time I sent Xueming home, almost gibberish.

She had so much to say, just like every time she waited for the gunsmith and the War King to come home.

"Your bell"

Jiang Xueming: "Sorry, I shook it too much."

Bai Zijin: "I can't hear you!"

Jiang Xueming: "Blame it then."

Bai Zijin: "Are you late again?"

"Never." Jiang Xueming said: "Teacher Su Ling has always been helping me. She takes good care of me. She cares about you especially, so she tries her best to protect me."

Bai Zijin: "Can I hug you? My husband?"

"I suspect you are being sarcastic. I don't know who you learned this from." Jiang Xueming said with a smile, "Tell Ah Xing to be more lenient with you next time."

At this time, Wood Plack jumped off the motorboat.

"Ahem! Ahem! Let's talk about work first?"

Jiang Xueming pointed in the direction of the Baibei Hotel: "Mr. Wood, the brothers are all at the Pier Hotel!"

"On behalf of Coach K, I extend my respects to you, my gunsmith!" Mr. Wood first squinted his right eye, with a kind of flattering meaning, and then whispered: "I have followed you around to cheer you on twice, and I have no chance to go to the front line at all."

"You're lucky to be here." Jiang Xueming leaned over and whispered to him at the same height, "I've never seen anyone working in internal affairs have the time to visit the frontline soldiers during a hot war. You must have something to ask me - just say it directly."

"Hey! I wanted to give you a surprise! It's worth it that we walked so long and far along the Copper River Basin and did so much ground work!" Wood Prak opened his arms and smiled: "You killed Judas. This is just an incarnation, but incarnations have their uses."

"This news will spread throughout Shambhala. Lingguang Buddha is dead. We have at least two corpses available. In Coach Ke's eyes, this is the most powerful weapon - a magic weapon that can strike at the enemy's morale and turn the tide of the battle in an instant."

"Mr. Ping An and I have been busy all over Southeast Asia, just to bring you strong support."

"With the permission of Aohen Mingde, before the last boss's apology was even finished, he immediately and boldly planned the next action."

"Hear! Gunsmith! Listen carefully!"

A strong buzzing sound was heard in the sky, and dozens of black shadows streaked across the night sky of Baibei Port.

The gunsmith took the night vision goggles from Mr. Wood and was able to see the luminous friend-or-foe identification marks clearly, as well as the specific information of these reflective light sources.

It was an early warning formation consisting of three Shen Diao drones and a manned tactical electronic aircraft, with some scattered small bombers and reconnaissance aircraft cruising nearby.

"This is."

In Shambhala, the gunsmith, as a special forces soldier, finally welcomed a reliable fire support team.

"And more!" Wood Pluck pointed his finger at the sky. "And more!"

There was a loud sonic boom in the sky. The ice on the Wu River had just melted, and suddenly violent waves appeared.

——The strong wind blew Xiaoqi’s hair sideways, and the night mist was torn apart by the sharp blade of the magic sword.

It was a formation of five carrier-based modified JF-17 fighter jets, which were the two-seat version for export. These powerful weapons flew low over the river, made contact with the gunsmith, and then continued to climb, quickly disappearing into the night.

The cabinet of the Council of Five Kings was empty, and when we arrived at the top terrace, our good cat was surrounded by a pile of "homework".

The last trip to East Malaysia Port was considered a unilateral violation of the house arrest regulations of the "Crown Pact". In order to add a lucky BUFF to the second-level reserve team, Aohen Mingde paid a painful price. It needed to sign a series of additional agreements, security visits from the Security Council, economic sanctions from various trading partners, and the nuclear bomb - they turned into towering paper documents, and turned into a boss sitting in jail holding a meeting.

But it is still very happy and proud.

When the poor people from the Pentagon and the various NSAs come to it—

——The Security Council representative asked about this matter in a low voice and did not dare to speak loudly at all.

"Why would Shambhala Sendai Prefecture have an aircraft carrier battle group?"

"That's just a fishing boat." The good cat put down the pen and corrected, "The child is ignorant and built it for fun. And that's not a battle group, just a larger fishing boat with more oil - the other frigates. Oh no, the other smaller fishing boats are all spoils I got from Lieyang Fort."

"Why is there a fighter jet on this fishing boat?" The US Secretary of State also came and asked with a cold sweat on his forehead: "Why is there a fighter jet on this fishing boat?"

The BOSS blinked his big watery eyes and was very honest.

"I picked them up. They were all picked up. There are all kinds of things in the underground world. You can even pick up Soviet cannons and lost thermonuclear bombs from the United States."