The Creators: From Night City

"You leap out of the water and soar towards the free sky. In the deep forest woven by desire, you carefully land and stop, while the greedy crocodile looks up at you."

"what?"

Margaret was confused by this awkward and allegorical answer. She stood there in a daze, frowning and trying to figure out what the old man meant.

This fully demonstrates that the Riddler not only has to get out of Gotham, but there is also a wider world waiting for him to roll through.

Despite being blind, the old man still turned his face towards Jiang Bing accurately.

He twitched his nose slightly at Jiang Bing, like a deer sniffing the scent in the wind, and a hint of smile appeared on his rough, weathered face.

"Sir, don't you want to explore your own destiny?"

"I'm not interested in this." Jiang Bing refused decisively.

"But I want to ask you about someone."

An inexplicable smile appeared on the old beggar's face.

He did not ask who Jiang Bing was going to ask, but confidently held out his old rice bowl and shook it, making a clanging sound.

This time, Jiang Bing neatly put a one-dollar coin into the rice bowl. The old man put it to his ear and shook it gently with satisfaction, and uttered his prediction with satisfaction.

"Turn the rudder to a new course, and choose to dock in the center of the Black Swamp. Young blacksmith, the pursuit will not be in vain, but be careful of the seabed. The old helmsman is watching you through the reflection on the water."

Without waiting for Jiang Bing to reply, he seemed not to want to stay any longer and turned around and left, as if he had made up his mind.

After the old beggar left, thick dark clouds seemed to be chasing his footsteps, quickly covering the two of them.

There was silence between heaven and earth, with only the echo of raindrops hitting the earth.

The two got into the car. Margaret still couldn't understand those flowery prophecies, but she was really curious, so she turned around and looked back in the direction the old beggar left.

But there was no trace of him on the empty road, only a handsome elk running into the deep forest.

It was impossible for an old man with crutches to leave her sight in such a short time.

The maid narrated her discovery in a trembling voice: "Sir, he seems to have disappeared suddenly."

Jiang Bing didn't seem surprised at all.

"Don't worry about it, let's go our way."

Thanks to Master Mirror's contribution to "The Demon Hunter Principle", the mysterious encyclopedia in the last chapter recorded detailed information about similar creatures, allowing Jiang Bing to discover the other party's true identity at the first time.

Chaos magic is an element that is compatible with almost everything. Under the catalysis of certain thoughts, coupled with a long period of precipitation and a bit of coincidence, it will always give birth to some natural creatures that are inherently sacred.

Nymphs, fairies, earth goddesses, elves, or demigods, natural will, forest incarnations, the world calls them by many names, just like the essence of their existence.

The old beggar is one of them.

However, since it was born from the power of chaos magic, it will naturally disappear from the world as the tide of chaos magic recedes.

Although Jiang Bing was unable to "see clearly" His true nature, he also understood that He was on the verge of disappearing.

But this is not death or disappearance, it is just silence or dormancy.

These naturally divine beings are basically immortal unless they encounter a major blow and the foundation of their survival is destroyed.

It is nothing more than constantly appearing and disappearing in the world with the rise and fall of the chaotic tide.

Time has no meaning to them anyway.

Jiang Bing's words not only failed to answer her question, but made the maid even more curious.

But soon, strong winds blew huge amounts of rain into the car, instantly flooding the road, making it impossible for her to see the road ahead. Naturally, she had no time to take care of these things.

The horses pulling the carriage were also irritated by the bad weather and Margaret had to work hard to calm them down.

The mighty sound of rain filled every inch of the air, making Margaret almost need to shout at the top of her lungs to communicate.

"Mr. Sabul, we can't continue our journey in this situation. We need to find a place to camp and rest."

Jiang Bing pointed to a hill in the distance, indicating that they should take shelter there.

The carriage was like a lone boat drifting in the ocean, struggling to reach its destination.

A very common prefabricated wooden house stands on a small hill.

Chapter 201 Scarlett Meadow

This type of prefabricated log house was popular among Western pioneers because of its affordable price and fast construction speed.

Therefore, a large number of highly homogeneous wooden houses are scattered across the vast land of the West. Every night, the numerous windows reveal a little bit of civilization.

Gather fire to form firewood, and stars will appear like waterfalls.

Just like now.

The pale yellow light of kerosene lamp shone through the gaps in the window closed by wooden boards, but this made both of them feel a little confused.

The presence of light indicated that there was someone in the house, but the sealed windows gave off a sense of weirdness.

Margaret went up and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

The people in the room were obviously being a little impolite.

As a woman making a living in the West, she naturally has a lot of strength.

She started by knocking on the door lightly, gradually increasing her strength until the door was smashed with a deafening bang, but there was still no echo from inside the house.

Heavy rain, barren mountains, a solitary house; lights on, nailed-up windows, a house with no one responding, the eerie atmosphere is almost overwhelming.

The maid, who was both reckless and timid, involuntarily returned to her position behind Jiang Bing, frowned, and protected her employer in front of her.

The house became even quieter, so quiet that it seemed to be in death, with only the lights still flickering in the rain.

The maid's lower abdomen had begun to feel warm.

Since his subordinates were unreliable, Jiang Bing had to do it himself.

He came to the door, but before he raised his hand, a peculiar stench of decayed corpses wafted through the crack in the door and reached his nose.

The familiar smell brought peace back to Jiang Bing's slightly agitated heart.

There is nothing scary about the dead.

The end of the 19th century was not without its advantages. At least the locks were made very large and sturdy due to the crude production technology.

Its anti-theft function is extremely powerful, far more powerful than door hinges.

So Jiang Bing pushed open the door from the other side.

Two large kerosene lamps illuminated the room, and the oil inside was almost burned out.

In the cramped room, wooden tables, chairs and benches were scattered all over the place, and the room was very messy after being searched through.

Two thin bodies were lying beside the small bed on the left side of the door.

The stench of decay, several times stronger, was overwhelming.

"Heaven!"

Margaret poked her head out from behind Jiang Bing.

Jiang Bing stood at the door and took a few glances before he figured out the cause of death.

'Death by hunger'

This is a bit nonsense because the corpses were starving and looked unrecognizable.

The deceased were two children of average age. The sealed environment and suitable temperature and humidity did not cause the bodies to rot. Instead, they showed some signs of developing into mummies.

When Jiang Bing arrived at the bedside, he discovered that the deceased were twins.

Among the two men, one was lying on his side on the bed with his back to the door, and the other was leaning against the edge of the bed, his dark blue face full of pain.

"How could someone be so cruel as to lock two children up here and let them starve to death!"

The maid was very angry.

Fortunately, the mystery was soon solved.

There was a note on the table, the beautiful handwriting of which was obviously from a lady.

Glenn and Eddie

I have tracked down that group of people, and this time I will definitely get the money that belongs to us back.

I've locked the door and boarded up the windows. Promise Mom that you won't answer anyone who knocks at the door, even if they're someone you know. The food and water at home should be enough for you to get through at least four days. I'll be back tomorrow at the latest. Don't forget to study and practice calligraphy.

Love you

Mother】

Obviously, the mother's debt collection progress was not so smooth.

The scratch marks on the door and window fully demonstrate that the mother, who loves her son so much, obviously fixed the wooden boards too firmly.

These barriers, designed to protect against wild beasts and bandits, also succeeded in claiming the lives of those they protected.

The young twins couldn't shake them at all.

The Wild West played a joke on the traveler Jiang Bing.

The content is full of absurdity, helplessness, and death.

Fortunately, Jiang Bing is already used to this kind of jokes.

He wrapped the twins' bodies in the bedding from their bed and waited until the rain stopped to bury them.

While Margaret was still preparing herself mentally, the fireplace in the room had been lit by Jiang Bing. The warm flames dispelled the coldness and confusion on her body.

The maid reacted quickly and grabbed the firewood from Jiang Bing's hand, and unloaded the luggage and freed the horses in the heavy rain.

She was busy cooking and feeding the horses, as if she could forget what she had just seen and heard.

The West is also a food desert.

After all, the War of Independence had only just ended not long ago, and the traditional recipes of this new country, which was born out of Britain, might still include famous dishes like "Stargazing Pie".

In the sparsely populated West, where conditions are simple and the land is vast, steaming hot pie is a delicacy that most people dare not even think about.

Travelers who have the conditions will hunt directly in the wild to obtain fresh meat. When conditions are not good, they can only eat canned vegetables represented by canned beans and various heavy-tasting canned meats represented by canned beef to fill their stomachs.

But their quality cannot be guaranteed.

You have to know that in this day and age, there are no food safety laws.

Spoiled pork was rubbed with baking soda to remove the sour smell; poisoned rats were shoveled into the sausage blender; handwashing water was made into seasoning; workers walked over the meat, spitting everywhere, spreading billions of tuberculosis bacteria; workers who accidentally fell into the oil boiling vat were sold as lard...

These are all true portrayals of 1899.

It wasn't until 1906 that the United States introduced the Food and Drug Act, and this absurd chaos was finally curbed.

As for eliminating it, capital will tell you not to even think about it.

Of course, after the vast majority of people in the West stepped forward to test the poison, several canned food brands and types that were slightly conscientious quickly stood out from their peers and became the favorites of cowboys, travelers, housewives with poor cooking skills, and gold diggers.

For example, the can of chickpeas that the maid just opened, and the can of yellow peaches next to it.

Of course, there are also canned condensed soups and meat sauces produced by Campbell Soup Company.

As for the cooking process, it is more convenient and simple.

As Jiang Bing's expression became increasingly serious, the maid placed a camp pot on the fireplace and added water to boil it.

Then pour these cans into the water one by one and stir constantly so that they are intertwined.

In the dim firelight, the maid in an apron was holding a rather heavy cast iron spoon, with a focused expression, stirring the unknown liquid in the pot.

Vaguely, Jiang Bing seemed to see a famous painting handed down from generation to generation.

'A loving father is making soup'

He was very glad that he didn't have to eat much.

So the maid enjoyed the delicious food all by herself.

After the rain, the two buried the twins' bodies and continued their journey south.

Fortunately, the roads were wide, the horses were strong, and the carriages were well-built, so the two of them quickly reached their destination.

Scarlett Meadows.