Abyss Train

Chapter 796 Fool

[Part ①: Amazing appetite]

In the suburbs not far from Sanyang Town.

In a large pasture, little Jack's beloved horse was running breathlessly, draining all his strength.

Little Jack fell off the wobbly pony's back, and he paid more attention to the Oriental man he had saved by chance.

"Vincent! Mr. Vincent!"

He shouted the other person's name and looked at the oriental man's body which was shriveled like a zombie. The terrifying and strange power almost absorbed all the energy from the strong man.

The texture that was once healthy but dull has now become hideous and twisted, with blood vessels exposed under the skin that is almost unprotected by fat.

Little Jack screamed excitedly, "Mr. Vincent! What happened? What happened to you? You can't die! I went through so much trouble to secretly rescue you from Sloth Town. I can't do this business that will lose money!"

Vincent's eyes rolled back and he had gone blind due to hemorrhagic loss.

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

"Water! As long as you drink water, you will come back to life, right?! Mr. Vincent!" Little Jack anxiously took out the kettle and hurriedly put it into Vincent's mouth.

How he wished that this Oriental man could continue to live.

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

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

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

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 alone to cause trouble for the perfume bottle. I secretly followed you and just wanted to pick up your body and exchange it for money!"

"Then I saw the bodies on the barbecue, and I saw the whips and the blood. And I saw the guns of the Bottle Gang. I was so scared that I almost didn't dare to go near them."

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

"For a moment, I thought to myself, 'If only I hadn't followed you, it would have been better!' All this made me so ashamed that I wanted to bury my head in the trough of the stable and drown in the place where Jesus was born! I was ashamed of my despicable behavior!"

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

"But my body refused to obey me. When I realized it, I already had you in my hand. I fell asleep while fishing by the Beers River, and when I woke up, I found you hanging on my [fishhook]! Am I crazy? Am I crazy!?"

"if you can."

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

The midday sun shone down on the two of them, making them maddeningly hot.

The smell of cow and sheep dung mixed with the smell of earth wafted over from the pasture. To little Jack's nose, it was a primitive and rough smell. That was his home.

He still has a family and he needs to protect them.

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

Perhaps all the villagers in Sanyang Town will die under the hooves and bullets of the bandit group, being trampled to death, whipped to death, or shot in the head.

His superiors, his fellow rangers, and even the brave border arbitrators who were willing to risk their lives, all turned a blind eye.

State judges won't speak for him, and God won't even look at him.

There is only this person in my arms, only this Oriental man.

A weird guy who can catch bullets with his bare hands, a Chinese who embarks on the road of revenge alone for his co-workers and fellow countrymen, can stand on the side of Jack Martin's ridiculous sense of justice.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this approach seems very stupid, but little Jack insisted on his stupid choice.

Two lines of crystal clear tears fell on this slightly immature face. He cried loudly and shouted hoarsely.

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

There was a "click" sound.

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

He was unable to utter a word, his eyes were wide open, and taking advantage of the other person's struggle in pain, he collapsed on the lawn.

Little Jack was surprised and delighted: "Mr. Vincent!"

Vincent still didn't respond. He needed energy, high-quality energy, fat or protein, even a little bit of something that contained [vitality].

He stretched his neck and bit off a handful of weeds. Opening and closing his jaw was extremely difficult at this moment, 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, boneless earthworm, swallowing green grass leaves in big mouthfuls, which looked very scary.

Jack could not understand this strange behavior, as if Mr. Vincent had turned into a ferocious and weird lamb, who had been hungry for a long time and finally returned to the pasture.

In just a few dozen seconds, Vincent had gnawed away a small piece of wasteland on the lawn, and the grass leaves and roots had pulled out red mud and sand.

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

That look was chilling to little Jack.

In the bloodshot eyes, only the black pupils carry a deep primitive desire, called hunger.

Jack didn't even have time to wipe his tears. He quickly hugged Dolly and screamed, "No! It won't work!"

Mr. Vincent has already taken action.

  The foal's skull suddenly cracked, as if an invisible [bullet] had blown its head open!

A fierce and powerful fist print appeared in the blood mist that drifted in the wind!

Little Jack was absolutely sure in his heart that

  [——Just now! Something attacked my horse! It's dead!]

[Did Vincent do this?]

[Why?]

[Is he starving?]

Jack was right. Wen Bucai had been driven to lose his mind by hunger and had gone completely crazy.

He lay on the foal's corpse, grinding his teeth and sucking blood, swallowing the brain, 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 a real man at all.

That was his beloved horse that he had raised since he was a child! More precious than his life...

Do not--

  ——At least a companion who is more important than his one arm!

He didn't dare to stop it and had lost all his courage. He could only watch Vincent swallow it bit by bit with tears in his eyes.

  [This is really too much... How could he treat Dolly like this!]

[Tearing down the fence of the ranch, he was very skilled at making fire by drilling wood together! He even started to make barbecue...]

Smelling the aroma of horse meat, little Jack's tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

  [Why? Why do I feel like]

[It’s not unacceptable? Why does this smell so good?]

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

They sat on the ground, one of them looked apologetic, the other was overwhelmed with sadness.

Little Jack held the front leg of his beloved horse and gobbled it up greedily. He was very pragmatic and was amazed at Vincent's cooking skills.

"What kind of evil witchcraft is this..."

Vincent didn't care. He only cared about the wounds on his body, the burns on his hands, and the condition of his muscles and bones. He needed to rest and completely get rid of the bacterial disorder caused by [Thyme] before he would have a chance to go back for revenge.

The two men ate and drank their fill, and Vincent roasted even the bones until they were crispy, leaving only the 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 my life again."

Little Jack corrected immediately: "It's two lives! Including Dolly, that's three times!"

Vincent: "Two and a half, please."

Little Jack: “Why?”

Vincent: "You ate a lot too."

Little Jack glanced down at the bone of flesh between his crossed legs.

"It's obviously you who have more!"

Vincent: "You didn't even leave any thigh bones or ribs. You chewed them all up and swallowed them. You have good teeth."

Little Jack suddenly fell silent and stopped arguing.

Vincent gasped for breath, digesting the energy in his stomach. He looked at the remains of the horse and thought about the terrifying ability of [Thyme] in his heart.

He and the young cowboy ate a whole foal in one meal. Excluding the internal organs and fur, there were at least 60 to 70 kilograms of pure meat.

When his body was processing this energy, his internal organs would ache slightly, as if the muscles and bones, the execution units of his physical body, had completely collapsed and were eagerly craving high-energy food for reinforcement.

"Listen to me, Jack. There are many secrets in this world that you don't know about, many strange and bizarre things, and many cruel and cold-hearted people, including those cadres with special talents in the Perfume Bottle Gang - and me."

Little Jack's expression straightened up, and he asked, "Is it Soul Power?"

"Where did you hear that?" Vincent asked back, "Did you hear it secretly in the dark when you took me away from Sloth Town?"

Little Jack nodded: "That's right."

In little Jack's eyes, Vincent had a grim expression and stretched out his hand slightly - the mud and sand just floated up "out of thin air", as if an invisible "hand" had grabbed the sand and stones.

Mr. Vincent said: "This is my soul power. Ordinary people cannot see it. It is like a ghost, like a god, like the embodiment of my spirit, the embodiment of my beliefs. It can affect matter in reality and possesses special powers."

It is difficult for little Jack to understand the meaning of it, after all, it is something invisible, but he yearns for this kind of divine power very much. Who doesn't want to transform from a mortal into a god?

This ability allows Mr. Vincent to dodge bullets.

It can be called a [miracle].

"Can I have soul power too, Vincent?"

Vincent called back his soul power, and the dust in his hand fell to the ground, "Only with the approval of [the arrow] can you have this power."

Little Jack: "Arrow?"

Vincent: "It's the arrow! Did you see the leader of the Perfume Bottle Gang?"

Little Jack: "Yes, the red-haired one!"

Vincent: "He's holding an arrow!" Little Jack: "It's made of gold! Very valuable!"

Vincent: "He uses [arrows] to recruit new members. If you can survive his whip, you may awaken your soul and join the Perfume Bottle Gang."

Little Jack: "What if I can't survive?"

Vincent: "If a person doesn't survive, he will die."

Little Jack was so fascinated that he started to talk nonsense without caring about his own life: "What you said makes a lot of sense..."

Vincent grabbed Jack's chin and forced his attention back to the man.

"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 benefactor. I don't want your life to be in any danger. Unless it is absolutely necessary, you must not touch the arrow."

Little Jack asked back, "Why?"

Vincent: "I owe you a lot of debts, including the two and a half lives I left with you. If you die, I won't be able to pay it back. If I can't pay it back, I will find another railway, let the steel wheels of the train crush my head, and go to the underworld to make amends to you."

At this moment, more than four hours had passed since Jack and Vincent escaped from their pursuers. The setting sun gradually sank into the great river valley in the distance.

Vincent spoke each word with great seriousness.

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

"Your words are like knives, breaking my already broken heart into pieces."

"My fellow countrymen and friends believed my lies and followed me here - they wanted 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 to feel so much pain that his teeth ached and his head swelled.

"I want to bring their bodies back, but I don't have the ability to do so. I can only pray to 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 back to their hometown..."

Vincent held little Jack's head and pressed their foreheads together.

"——But the quarry owner was unwilling to spend even a little more money. Many of our compatriots have become the solid foundation of the railway ballast, and the sleepers are buried with their bones and souls."

Little Jack couldn't understand this feeling. They were not his compatriots, nor were they his friends. But -

——But the look in this man’s eyes, his expression, and his voice were like the strong sound of steel being forged and 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 found its owner.

It was a sturdy Great Dane with ears standing up high and shiny fur.

It barks with joy, and every afternoon at six o'clock, it would wait next to the tobacco billboard in Sanyang Town, waiting for little Jack to come back.

If Jack made money, he would go to the sausage shop and get some offal to reward the dog.

The dog has no name.

Little Jack called it "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 ​​greet him.

but--

——It’s different from usual.

The Great Dane seemed fatter than usual.

  Do not!

When the Great Dane came running over, Little Jack got a clear look at the dog.

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 long, with a slender waist and a fierce and powerful skull.

But at this moment, the dog looked as strong as a little buffalo!

  Its body length was over 150 centimeters. It kicked its hind legs and pounced into little Jack's arms like a hunting jackal!

Vincent: “Is it your dog?”

Little Jack turned around, feeling a little overwhelmed by the joy of the family dog.

"Yes! Haha...haha...you look pretty energetic, right!"

As he said this, little Jack was sweating profusely. He secretly peeked at the dog's waist and abdomen, but found that the Great Dane's originally thin waist and abdomen had become round, round and strong, as strong as a bear.

It is very healthy.

  [Even to the point of impaired health.]

[It is too strong...]

Vincent's powers of observation are acute.

He saw beads of sweat on little Jack's face dripping down his chin, and he could see the dog's thick tongue and a skull structure that was as big as a mountain lion's.

He asked, "Is it really your dog? It looks like... its meals are nutritious, maybe even better than what humans eat."

Little Jack patted his chest and boasted nervously, "Of course! I would never mistreat my animals!"

Vincent asked again: "Now, are you going home?"

Little Jack replied in a deep voice: "Yes, I thought about it. If what you said, Mr. Vincent, is true, I'd better hide my identity and take my family back to New York State to avoid the limelight - this is not my business."

Vincent: "I don't want to involve you."

Little Jack: "Where are you going?"

Vincent stood up, barely able to stand after regaining some strength.

With the support of little Jack, he looked at the road he came from with a firm gaze - the road leading to Sloth Town.

Amidst the jumble of horse hoof prints, there is a railway leading to revenge, paved with blood.

Vincent: “Gone.”

"Wait! I'm not talented!" Little Jack called out Vincent's real name in poor Chinese transliteration.

Vincent turned around.

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

Vincent pulled off a button on his overalls. It was a pocket button that was used to hold a pocket watch but was no longer used.

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 reminiscing about.

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

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

  [Is that possible?]

Little Jack wasn't quite sure and didn't dare to think about it.

When he looked up, Mr. Vincent had disappeared into the rotten woods, taking a more hidden path.

He finally felt relieved and decided to rush home and take his family away from this troubled place.

He ran all the way with his beloved dog, running back to his own mansion as fast as he could, as if he was escaping for his life.

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

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

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

But today seems a little different.

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

But at this moment, under the glow of the setting sun.

He held Anna's face but couldn't find any freckles.

The skin no longer has large pores like usual, but instead becomes as white as milk, with abundant blood and a rosy complexion under the scorching summer sun.

Not only that, not only Anna!

  My uncle, aunt, and the Great Dane are all incredibly 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. He crossed one leg over the other, holding a milk cup in his hand, slowly putting the milk into his mouth. The sharp blade of the Argentum arrow appeared from his black cloak - it was glittering.

Sullivan's eyes were smiling like crescent moons, and there was a little milk stain on the corners of his mouth.

He greeted little Jack cordially and gracefully, and snapped his fingers to alert his host, as if ringing a summons bell that made the waiter busy.

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 ringing in his ears.

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

"I don't know how, but he let us try the new medicine sent by Xuecheng for free. It's a health wine!"

"Yes! Brother! You should try it too! After I used it, all the freckles on my face disappeared! Look at our dog! After drinking it, it became strong and smart! Before, when I asked it to sit down, it would just spin around in place! It couldn't even understand what I said. Now, when I ask it to go to the newspaper office at the corner of the street to get a newspaper, it can bring back a basket of eggs!"

Little Jack held the button in his hand and dared not open his fist again.

This button can kill, can put him to death.

  [Real name: ? ? ? ]

[Current name: Wen Bucai]

[Origin:? ? ? ]

[Soul Power: Alcoholism]

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[Range: ? ? ? ]

[Sustainability: ? ? ? ]

[Precision:? ? ? ]

[Growth:? ? ? ]

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