40,000 Years of Cultivation

The meat market, which was in full swing, froze in an instant.

The customers who were still salivating just now seemed to be clogged with wet hair in their throats, making no sound.

The boy reluctantly turned his face to look, and saw a very "wet" man.

Ignoring the cobra-like sarcoma on his forehead, this man is actually quite decent, but his sweat glands seem to be affected by radiation, and yellow beads of sweat flow all the time. Under the dim sunlight, it looks like a layer of yellow. Brown scales.

"Snake, Lord Snake..."

Just now, the butcher who was still arrogant and in control of the overall situation, at this moment, Liushen was innocent and stammered to explain, "I, I don't know you are not going to sell, this sheep was brought by the fourth brother, he said, said..."

"Yes, Lord Snake."

The boy saw the brawny man who had just tied his five-flowered man, bowed his head in front of "Master Snake," and said with a flattering smile, "This kid has been out in our gambling house for three days in a row. Today, he was caught upright. To compensate for the loss, touch his pocket, he didn’t have half a bullet, and the chips were all stolen, so this body is worth a little bit of money, so..."

"Oh."

Lord Snake smiled like Mu Chunfeng, "Why didn't you tell me?"

The "fourth brother" suddenly turned paler than the butcher, and both legs trembled, and his voice became more and more distorted, "I, this, you, your old man is not busy dealing with the **** gang these days , I thought, little thought, don’t bother with this little thing—"

"Shh..."

Lord Snake put a thin and long finger on his thin lips, breathed a sigh at "Fourth Brother", smiled and said, "Fourth, what does Lord Snake dislike the most?"

"Excuses."

"Four Brother" swallowed hard, and said in a trembled voice: "Master Snake doesn't like hearing excuses."

"well."

Lord Snake stopped looking at him, narrowed his eyes, half of his stern gaze was directed at the butcher, and the other half was distributed to all the customers, and he said lightly, "Again, this sheep is not for sale, is there any problem?"

No.

Everyone in Tombstone knows that Snake, the boss of "Sirius Gambling Shop", dislikes two things the most.

Excuses.

And questions.

"Master Snake, you, your old man, take this sheep back, I really don't know!"

The butcher said with a weeping face, "I will give you another fifty catties of double-headed beef to your old man. Don't be too young. The acid rain has been too bad recently, and the meat is not good..."

"No, those who don't know are not guilty, and you are not to blame for this."

Lord Snake smiled, and grabbed the boy's ankle with one hand, and picked him up, as if he was carrying a newly born lamb, "What happened today is that the people in my gambling shop are not doing things badly and delaying you. Half a day’s business, and in the evening, go to the gambling house to get fifty chips. Lord Snake will give it to you."

"Thank you Lord Snake, Lord Snake, Lord Snake!"

Hearing the word "bargaining chip", the butcher's eyes lighted up, his face trembling tremblingly, and he drooled like the customers.

"Don't thank me, thank you for ‘justice’ if you want to."

Lord Snake said, "Everyone in Tombstone Town and Blood Wasteland knows that Lord Snake likes justice the most."

After saying this, Lord Snake picked up the boy and walked out without anyone else.

The crowd was like a split tide, making way for them one after another. Although many people made "cooing" sounds in their throats, and seeing the boy's eyes almost bursting with blood, no one dared to say half of the word "no".

However, there are always exceptions.

"Hey, it's rare to have such a good sheep. After waiting for a long time, you will not be allowed to cut any of the meat. You are working in Tombstone Town, you are too bad!"

"boom!"

A brawny man wearing Level 3 armor with tattoos on his face stopped in front of Lord Snake, and pinned a thick rucksack to the ground. The inside was heavy, full of scrap car spring steel and freshly sharpened knives.

Spring steel is a good raw material for making war knives, especially spring steel for heavy trucks, coupled with the slashing saber made by the doomsday technology that has advanced by leaps and bounds after the nuclear war. It combines rigidity and softness, blowing hairs and breaking the blade, which can really break most of the armor .

Therefore, this thing, like a bullet, is a hard currency on the wasteland.

"Money, I have it!"

The brawny man with tattoos stared at the boy's hand, licking his lips and said, "Fate, it belongs to the snake, I only need his hand!"

Lord Snake looked at the strong man.

The brawny man looked at Lord Snake with impunity, and the two companions behind him also tightened their backpacks full of spring steel, holding the sharp knife and pistol at his waist.

"You are the steel merchants of'Steel Flower City'."

Lord Snake laughed, "'Scrap Iron Gang', isn't it?"

"Yes."

The brawny man with tattoos triumphantly said, "The materials of our Scrap Iron Gang can make the fastest knife in the Blood Wasteland!"

"Oh."

Master Snake nodded, "Want to eat hands?"

"Want to eat!"

The brawny man with tattoos insisted, "We have money, and we have eaten the sand for half a month on the wasteland. Today we have to eat a hand!"

"understand."

Lord Snake didn't look back, "Fourth old, give me the dagger, so that friends from afar from Ganghua City will know the hospitality of Tombstone Town."

"Yes, Lord Snake."

The "fourth brother" didn't understand what Snake was going to do, but his guilty conscience and fear made him react quickly, and his hands came across an exquisite dagger wrapped in calfskin.

No one saw the next scene, no one thought of it.

"Shih! Huh! Huh!"

After three noises that were lighter than the wind blowing catkins, the scorpion sheath on the tattooed man’s waist was empty, and the left hand of the "fourth brother" flew high in the air, and was again taken from the palm of the palm by a sharp and sharp knife. A pair was pierced, and this sharp knife was steadily copied in the hands of Lord Snake.

Everyone's complexion became particularly ugly.

The brawny man with tattoos looked at the empty scorpion scabbard around his waist, his face as gray as death.

The Scrap Iron Gang also hits the knife, can hit the fastest knife in the Blood Wasteland, and naturally can also swing the knife at the fastest speed.

But his knife was in the hands of Lord Snake, and he didn't even see what was going on.

The "fourth brother" was even more stunned looking at his broken left arm, sweating like a rain, and he couldn't utter a word, so he didn't dare to scream.

Lord Snake wants to chop off his hand, so he is guilty of even spitting blood.

"please."

Master Snake slowly, slowly, and slowly passed the other party's knife, together with the left hand of "Fourth Brother", "The hand you want."

The brawny tattooed man's lips moved, like a "fourth brother", sweat leaked from his forehead, he glanced at the boy who was still being held upside down by the snake master, and said nothing.

"I know, you think the meat of this hand is too old and you want to eat the hand of this sheep, but I tell you, the owner of this hand was once the best spectator of the Sirius Gambling Shop, and his hand uses potion every day. Soaked and moved countless times, each piece is live meat, not old at all, and chewy enough to ensure that it tastes good."

Lord Snake looked at the brawny man with tattoos, almost stabbing the tip of the knife into the opponent's nose, "Justice, Lord Snake is absolutely fair in doing things."

"thank……"

The brawny man with tattoos looked at the sharp tip of the knife and said sullenly, "Thank you, Lord Snake, then, then we need this hand, how much, and how much?"

"Fifty spring steel."

Snake said.

"what?"

The brawny man with tattoos widened his eyes, "Master Snake, it's not that we can't afford it. Do you know how many knives and hands can be beaten by fifty spring steel in the Wasteland of Blood? Let's bargain! "

"Yes, one hundred spring steel."

Snake said.

"This this!"

The brawny man with tattoos trembled, "Master Snake, our Scrap Iron Gang--"

"Two hundred spring steel."

Lord Snake smiled and said, "This is the last time I bid, but it is not one hand, but seven, seven hands, two hundred spring steel. This price is very fair."

While smiling, Lord Snake looked at the hands of the brawny tattooed man and his two companions.

The three scrap iron gangs, each with two hands, add up to six.

The six hands of Scrap Iron, plus the "fourth brother" one hand, is it just seven hands?

The brawny man with tattoos understands.

Look at Lord Snake, look at the knife in Snake's hand and the hands on the knife, and then look at the countless pairs of unkind eyes around him. He gritted his teeth, shivered, and reluctantly said: "...Okay, deal. But there are only fifty items here, and the other stocks are in the warehouse of the **** gang."

"It doesn't matter, Lord Snake believes you."

Snake said, "People who like to eat hands have good taste, and those with good taste will never have bad reputation. Everyone is good friends. Tombstone Town welcomes all the distinguished guests. If you have time in the evening, you might as well go to the Sirius Gambling Shop. , One hundred chips per person, and Lord Snake is giving it away for free. If you are lucky, you might win back two hundred spring steels overnight."

The eyes of the three scrap iron gangs, like the butcher, lit up.

"Don't worry, no one dares to play tricks in the Sirius Casino."

Lord Snake shook the boy in his hand, "Unless he wants to become the meat on the chopping board."

"Yes."

The brawny man with tattoos said with some regret, "The fairness of Lord Snake is well known in Ganghua City."

Lord Snake smiled, kicked the spring steel on the ground with his foot, and said loudly: "Butcher, come over, say how much steel is here, change the meat, and share it equally with everyone present. It is considered as Lord Snake to compensate everyone for the loss. After eating the meat, they all came to the gambling shop to sit down. Ten chips per person were all credited to Lord Snake!"

Inside and outside the meat market, there was a burst of cheers and applause.

...

The boy was picked up by the snake master and left the meat market all the way.

The whole world was turned upside down, the lead cloud and purple sun seemed to turn into a shaky sea, and the smelly and sticky earth turned into a black sky.

They passed the "Old John's Car Shop" that was adding armor to the off-road vehicle and sprinting, passed the gladiatorial tents that exuded a strong smell of blood and were conducting a black market boxing match, and they made deafening noises all day long. Knife refining shop, after another stinky odor, dozens of large pots are suffering from the witch medicine shop.

People with abscesses, people with sarcomas, people with scales and sharp claws, people in blood, people in armors with shotguns swaying, people with disheveled hairs that are inviting the upper body of the gods, a group of demons dance, Looks like a ghost.

In the end, the boy was caught back to the starting point of the meat market, the Sirius Gambling Shop.

The boy was a little too frightened at first, and he was so dizzy that he could not think at all when he was lifted up all the way.

When he recovered a little bit, he realized that he had been taken to the deepest part of the gambling house in a room he had never seen before.

"Crack."

Lord Snake locked the door, there were only two of them in the room, and the only ventilation window was welded by the iron fence.

There is also a cabinet, a TV, and a bed.

This bed is big and comfortable.