Chapter 2: Panic

Finally, I opened my eyes again, and the crazy hell of my dream did not appear around me, and I was probably still on earth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The smell of grass and trees in the prairie was heard in the sky, and I got up and examined my body with my hands and eyes.

“.... A long hiss from far away filled the sense of hearing, this voice was loud and majestic.

A tall, white horse galloped over with small steps.

Old friend, you're all right.

Just like when I saw lightning for the first time when I was a child, I ran over excitedly, hugged this mount that had accompanied me many times from birth to death, gently stroked its mane, and gently soothed its forehead with my fingers.

Lightning, on the other hand, responded to my movements, snorting incessantly, and gently licking my face with his tongue.

Finally, perhaps, I survived......

It's morning in the savannah, and this one is the sunniest day of the day. After the renovation, I touched the object in my arms, but it was gone.

I searched everywhere in a panic, and where I woke up, I found nothing but the wreckage of my beloved 6-pack shotgun.

The contract is gone.

Carefully recalling the last scene before fainting, except for the headache and the flickering nightmare image, I couldn't find the final destination of the contract in my memory.

Perhaps, hell is about to fall.

Maybe six days later, maybe this afternoon, the entire grassland will be destroyed by that demon king.

I did everything I had to do, maybe it's time to find a bar, swallow the 50 years of life with spirits, and wait for the final ending.

Drag Racer Ye Ying and Avenger Carter finally didn't make the savior.

This is the best, this is the best.

With a wry smile, he rode on the lightning bolt and flicked the reins, come on, old friend, let you and I gallop for the last time on this vast expanse of lush and boundless prairie.

Perhaps the lightning knew what I was saying, or perhaps it was hungry, and it carried me into a nameless town, where the morning sun shone on the slightly dilapidated town building, a little dilapidated.

The bar's hanging sign swayed slowly in the lazy breeze, while the two sliding doors creaked in a nod to the town's somewhat lazy morning.

The only towering building is the town's church, where a somewhat ericket figure swings a string at the top of the bell tower,

Knock knock.... Boom... Knock knock.

The bell rings.

Perhaps the townspeople did not know for a second before they were dragged into hell that the numb bell, which they had usually heard, would be the prelude to their last prayer.

Shaking his head, he tied the reins of lightning to the barn's stable, and picked some fine beans and forage from the forage and placed them in its trough. Patting Lightning's head, I walked into the bar.

"HI, handsome cowboy! Something? ”

The barmaid seemed to have just finished cleaning the storefront, and after watching me sit at the bar and order the drinks, she hurriedly threw away the broom and walked in front of me, bending down to give me a glimpse of her oversized breasts, which were strangled.

If it had been half a month ago, maybe I could have laughed at it. Order a glass of gin and eat some of her tofu while the wine is in the mood. And then naturally something happens.

Now, I just want to drink quietly and wait for the final outcome of me and this grassland.

"Let's have some whiskey, I want to drink quietly."

I grabbed a few pennies from my bag, scattered them on the bar, and quietly looked at the little bit of the sky that was half-hidden by the sliding doors and the church, but still came into view.

Look at it for a while, maybe you won't see it right away.

It's not strong enough, why isn't it hard enough.

I took out all the things I could use in my pocket and asked the waitress to pour glass after glass of spirits, but why not get drunk, and finally I poured the last glass of spirits that I had bought in exchange for my bracelet and walked out of the bar.

Looking up at the sky, the sun of the prairie still did not skimp on its warmth, even though it was now close to dusk in the afternoon, the warm light could still make the body feel warm.

Boom... Boom... Knock knock.

The church bells were ringing again, and the time for the evening prayer had finally arrived, and the burp was full. I walked all the way to the church, and I don't know why I went there.

It seems that this bell has some kind of temptation comparable to good wine, maybe I can find something to drink there or something.

“..... Heavenly Husband, you are a walker of the highest will.... Save our sorrowful souls. ”

Sitting on the row of chairs, listening to the hymns sung by the choir led by the priest, I felt more and more a pleasure, and the feeling of pouring a glass of wine returned to me.

I want to sleep, maybe I fall asleep and wake up again - it's hell.

I woke up again, and there was a chill all around me, and the joyful chirping of the insects of the savannah greeted the cool night, and it was so peaceful all around, without the maddening flames of dreams, without the howling in my ears—the sorrow that seemed to never stop.

I.... Still alive.

The candles in the church are burning and crackling, and now is the time when they are most valuable, and all the statues of the gods and goddesses of the Virgin and the Father are reflected in such splendor under their sacrifices. Of course, it was my face that was illuminated.

The churches of the savannah were closed at night, and the poor clergy were insulators who never conducted electricity to any robber or thief - although there were no electrical circuits in the town. Moreover, if you do too many bad things, you want to find a little comfort.

Churches are such places.

Therefore, the church born in this situation became a place for wanderers, merchants, and nights, who missed their nights and rested, and what they had to pay was some gold coins, and some of them were faith.

Bursts of thunder were heard in the distance, and lightning and wind began their own sonata. There was a faint cry in the nightmare in my ears.

An old priest kindly reminded me to take shelter in the inner room after putting down the windproof plank, but I told myself.

Perhaps, the beginning of the gates of hell is now.

Neither Ye Ying, a crazy thrill-seeking drag racing party in the future, nor Carter, a cowboy rider who has accumulated a little glory in the past 24 years, have had this kind of experience.

The wind laughed at my cowardice, the lightning shone on my humility, and I fell to my knees, reciting the Bible, and asking any god I knew to save my soul, which was filled with fear and loss.

Finally, this force is getting bigger and bigger. A biting chill swept through the sheltered church, extinguishing the only candlelight that could serve as consolation.

Well, since you don't even want to give me a prayer before you die, then I'll see what you can do!

Murphytos! I'm here, you filthy bastard, this bitch who deserves to be ridden by a thousand and fucked by ten thousand!

Lao Tzu is here!

Come, aren't you going to take back your power?

The contract is here! It's in my hands!

I tore off a corner of my clothes at will, rushed out of the shelter of the church, and shouted against the wind and rain, against the thunder and lightning that danced wildly, I waved, and greeted all this darkness!

Perhaps, you can take everything from me, but I also caused you trouble for half a month, come on, old bitch, I'm ready to die!

Thunder and rain, it was a day worth dying.

I laughed at my cowardice.

In the midst of the storm, I continued to scream loudly at voices I couldn't even understand, and looked up at the sky that was as smirking as a bottomless abyss.

And the sky seemed to sense my pretended strong fear, and kept throwing lightning from the clouds again and again, throwing out one deafening thunderclap after another.

Haha, why haven't you come yet, Mephitos!

Here you go!

Take your bullshit contract, take my 25 years of life, come on! If it's a man, it's coming!

Finally, the endless abyss above me was furious!

Lightning struck a patch of grass in front of me, bursting into pale sparks.

Flaunting its infinite power!

No~~~

I... I don't want to die now, I don't want to....

Finally, I fell to my knees with a limp.

The two clenched fists let go, let the sleeve be blown away by the wind, hugged his cheek, and cried loudly, nostalgic for the arrogant rider who didn't know what the sky was in his previous life, and pity the days when he was chased, envied, and hunted down in this life.

I raised my head again and howled loudly, despite the strong rain hitting my face, all I knew was crying, I had enough, come on, whatever the end is, come on!

All I could answer was the tumbling clouds and the sneer that flickered in the clouds.

Murphytos didn't show up from beginning to end on the night when I cried and prayed for death and the end.

Until the next day, the cowboy, who had been terrified all night, was exhausted and watched the sun appear.

As for the old man who was leisurely in the sea of blood, there was still no trace of him.

Struggling to get up from the muddy grass, I walked towards the bar with the rest of my life, but still uncertain about the future, I needed water and spirits, and I needed a bath and food.

With my wet clothes and irritating clay on my pants, I pushed open the door to the bar.

After asking the boss for a room, I took a hot shower and dried my clothes, and I encountered a big trouble.

With a wry smile, he looked at the uncle who came to ask for feed and room fees, and touched the empty money bag.

I'm starting to regret buying drunk yesterday.

Every prairie town has its own way of paying, and for the next two weeks, Lightning's saddle will be next to a pair of nooses from the barkeeper, an old revolver, and 12 rounds of ammunition.

And I have the identity of a working cowboy.

Everything seems to have gone back to the days of 2 months ago, when I rode lightning, drove away the cattle and sheep who did not know the future with a lasso and a horsewhip, and guarded the passing caravans with my own force and marksmanship.

The only difference was that every night I would leave the luxurious room that the owner of the bar had generously given me for free, and quietly hide in the confessional room of the old church, trembling with the Bible in my arms.

While reciting hymns, let the darkness laugh at my humble cowardice.

Until I saw the warm sunlight through the mottled cracks in the wall.

The night is my nightmare now, even though I'm pretty famous in this town.

I can do anything during the day, whether it's a provocative peer or a mad beast, I rely on strength and fire to calm their emotions.

When the sun dissipated into the mountains of the Andes, I was terrified looking for my way home.

I never go to any night parties or parties.

Because the night will make my body tremble.

The people who had been celebrating all night in the hotel didn't know that the all-powerful cowboy was hiding in the confessional and weeping helplessly.

When the storm comes, the bar-goers don't know the bodyguards who will escort them tomorrow morning. It was roaring wildly in the pouring rain.

Yes, that's me, a cowboy choked by nightmares.

It was another day without suspense, and I drove the cattle into the farm a little bit west before the sun was a little westerly.

While there was still a little sunset, I rode my horse to the church, and the townspeople thought that I was born a few centuries late, and that I must have been the most loyal warrior in the days of the Lionheart.

But they were all wrong—the so-called most faithful "servant of the Lord" in town.

But a coward who needs candlelight and the Bible.

The fear that swelled from the depths of my heart, as the lightning shattered steps and the afterglow of the setting sun were swallowed up by the dark clouds little by little, slowly but surely tore at the courage and strength that I had worked so hard to accumulate.

The storm is ahead of schedule.

Unable to hold the reins in his hands and his legs to the belly of a horse, the finest cowboy in town now resembles the most timid coward.

Falling from Lightning's body, his trembling body couldn't even do the most basic upright balance.

Curled up in the muddy grass, helplessly holding himself with his hands, crying, pleading, and trembling.

The clouds smiled and raindropped, cold and painful.

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I've always found Nighthawk to be talented, but his seriousness and patience are too poor......