Chapter 3472: Good people go to town

So when the death knell carried the unconscious girl and walked past these half-elder children toward the gate of the city, he could feel his eyes, falling on the double guns on his waist.

The sight was so hot, as if it was about to melt all the beautiful jade handles, the yellow-faced and thin boys all showed wolf-like greedy eyes.

Young people are like this, they don't know what they are, and they don't know what they can covet.

But the bald-headed man who tested them could understand that his face full of vicissitudes was full of traces of time, scars and bitter memories, but at this time only fear was left.

Because the one-eyed man's gaze fell on him like an evil spirit.

"Damn! Boys take care of your eyes! Have you forgotten your father's name?! I want to get your eyes out! Look at me, don't look at me!"

He waved the whip and long wooden stick in his hand to beat the boys and insult them loudly, as if the boys' fathers were his enemies.

But in fact, the fathers of these boys are his masters and friends. When the adults wandered out to nowhere, he stayed in the city to teach these children fighting skills, training their eyesight, and holding something like a slingshot. Simulate the use of firearms and tell them how powerful a revolver is.

Picking up the gun means the growth of a man and the beginning of his destiny. He will have to face responsibilities and obligations and write different stories.

Coveting other people's guns often means that an endless battle erupts. For the gunmen walking in the wasteland, the gun is life.

If you want someone else's life, they will kill you first, even if this is the gate of the city.

After reprimanding the boys for a while, he still showed a reluctant and ugly smile at the death knell, his eyes full of imploring, because the gunman who entered the city had never seen him before, but he seemed to be surrounded by endless darkness and evil spirits. NS.

These are often the scariest characters in the wasteland. Hunters often turn into beasts after hunting too much.

Of course Su Ming didn't say anything. He just carried the unconscious girl into the city. His attitude towards these poor bugs was also very simple. Don't get in the way and you won't die.

Even he is in a good mood.

A powerful weapon destroyed almost all civilizations in the multiverse, and the multiverse restarted. But now people still yearn for weapons. This joke of Merlin is quite funny.

Passing through the gate, no one stood guard at the gate, only skinny people hiding from the sun in the shadows.

Obviously, they were surprised to see a strange gunman, because the Jili area is Steven Deschamps' territory, he is also the leader of the gunmen here, and it is even said that he will become a king in the future.

And now a strange gunman appears, who knows who this person works for? What is the purpose? Is the person carrying it alive or dead?

But they couldn't express their opinions, and even the one-eyed men had to avoid their gazes, because they had no weapons at all.

The last time Su Ming had this feeling, he pretended to be an alien sea **** and got into someone else's home. At that time, the murloc monsters would poking their eyes when they saw him, and he still felt a little nostalgic for the situation in front of him.

Looking up at the broken towers in the city, there are thin stone arch bridges between the towers. These disrepaired stone bridges are located more than fifty meters high in the sky. When the wind blows by, they will make a crying sound.

Some bridges are barely complete, and some bridges have been broken off some time ago, but even if people are killed in the city, no one cares.

The streets in the city are very narrow, and the stone roads at your feet are also bumpy. The roadsides are either excrement or rubbish. Perhaps weapon technology has regressed back to the western United States, but this level of hygiene may not be back to the Middle Ages.

"Who knows where there is a hotel?" Su Ming stopped and asked the three children who were leaning on the corner of the road, talking and laughing.

They should all be abandoned orphans, or they may have wandered from somewhere.

The first two children had severe radiation sickness, their faces were rotten, and they laughed a kind of evil spirit; while the last one was a mentally retarded man who could only giggle and be obese.

A boy who was only slightly better-looking than Wade looked up at Death Knell's dress. He grinned open, spitting out brown saliva, and erected the crooked fingers that were crooked because of abscesses and fractures:

"A gold coin, I will show you the way."

"Huh, click." Su Ming drew out the revolver, broke off the hammer, and held the gun behind him and sneaked up to the forehead of the boy who wanted to pay: "The last question, where is the hotel?"

In this world, revolvers may be more threatening than Godkillers, because the indigenous people do not understand lightsabers, but they know that a gun headshot can kill anyone.

"Over there, turn left at that intersection, please don't kill me, kind sir."

The honesty of the folk customs is not much different from that of Gotham. When you think they are leading beggars, they are actually thieves; when you think they are thieves, they are actually robbers.

But when the gun is held at them, they are all good children.

The pistol turned a beautiful spear, took it back in the holster, and Su Ming turned around and left. The remnants of these worlds are so pathetic, and it doesn't make any sense to kill them.

Walking through the dry and dirty alleys, feeling those gazes falling behind, the death knell calmly came to the hotel and opened the western-style trapdoor.

Like all hotels, the first floor is a bar, and the accommodation is upstairs. Even at noon, there are a lot of drunks and the atmosphere is very lively.

After all, the world has become like this, what other good choice do you have besides anaesthetizing yourself? Not everyone can become a gunman, most people are farmers in this life, or those who don't have much land.

Sow the seeds in the ground, then pray for God's blessing, and then go home to sleep and wait.

What harvest can be made depends on God's will.

It’s not that they don’t know agricultural knowledge, they do, but the problem is that if they spend a lot of effort to serve the crops, the crops will be stolen and eaten by mutant creatures when they say bad, or picked off by someone passing by. .

No matter how much effort you put in, there is no difference between relying on God’s will. Who would be that fool like this?

When the gunman with the gun walked into the bar, the air was quiet, and even the drunk friends covered their mouths, so as not to say something wrong and smash the offender.

It wasn't until Su Ming came to the bar with someone on his back and sat down with the girl in his arms, that the whispering voice gradually came from behind, again making the bar revive.

"Give a glass of whiskey, open a room, and I have to ask something."

Su Ming did not have the US dollars used in this world, nor did he have gold coins, but gold shards were fine. He patted a few soybeans-sized pieces of gold on the bar.

"Stranger, I wish you a long day and a good night." The owner of the hotel is a shriveled old man, his fingers are like shriveled branches, but he collects money quickly, and his blessings are also very sincere.

"I wish you a double harvest." Su Ming shook his head and replied according to the custom here: "Now give me the wine, and then tell me where there is a wizard or witch nearby."

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