America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Uncle Holmes said goodbye to Chen Jianqiu and the others at the fork in the road to the town:

"I'll go to Denver first. Please pay attention to your safety. Just go to the hotel to find me then."

Looking at his leaving figure, Sean spoke.

"Boss, do you think he will call the police directly and arrest us in Denver?" His IQ has reached an unprecedented high point.

"It's possible, let's talk about it then." Chen Jianqiu looked unworried.

The group did not go to the town, but bypassed the town and headed directly along the road into the wilderness.

It's not that Chen Jianqiu has never considered camping in the wild, but unless he goes into the mountains, setting up a campfire in such a place is tantamount to collaborating with the enemy.

The terrain between the two mountains was very flat and the field of view was wide. When they approached the foot of the mountain, they saw a farm.

The farm is surrounded by a long wooden fence, with wooden fence posts every few meters. By evening, the cattle and sheep have entered the pen, and they look densely packed from a distance.

It seems that the owner of this farm is quite wealthy.

The group approached the farm gate.

A hired worker at the gate saw them, and of course he also saw Sean, the injury on Asuka's shoulder, and the weapons on their bodies.

He immediately ran towards the farm, shouting as he ran.

After a while, four or five farmers with guns appeared on the farm. They ran to the fence and stood ready.

Chen Jianqiu signaled them to take off their spears from their backs and put them on their horses. At the same time, he took out Browning's certificate and held it high in his hands.

"We are here to stay, and we have the guarantee and certificate from the Browning family." He said loudly.

An older man walked out of the house. He came to the door and looked at Chen Jianqiu's complexion. With a look of doubt on his face, he motioned to Chen Jianqiu to pass the paper in his hand.

After reading the certificate handed over by Chen Jianqiu, he opened the door and his expression softened slightly.

"Come in, since you are from Browning, it shouldn't be a big problem." The old man didn't mean any hospitality. He pointed at the guns in the hands of his guys, "These are all from Mr. Browning."

I bought it from a gun shop, but I haven’t seen anyone from their family for a long time since old Browning passed away.”

He brought Chen Jianqiu and three others in.

"You can bring the horses into the stables, and I can provide you with some hay. There is no extra place to live, so you can only make do with it in the warehouse over there. As for food..."

Seeing the old man hesitate to speak, Chen Jianqiu patted the saddle bag and said, "You don't have to worry about this. We brought our own dry food."

When the old man saw what Chen Jianqiu said, he turned his head and left without saying anything more.

In his opinion, allowing people with such skin color to come in would have given Mr. Browning a great deal of respect. As for the place to live, it would be good if they were not allowed to live with the animals.

After settling their horses, the three people came to the warehouse that the old man pointed out.

Chen Jianqiu opened the door and was greeted by an unpleasant smell.

"Cough, cough." Sean choked and coughed repeatedly, and the room was filled with dust.

This is a warehouse where farm tools are stacked. Pitchforks and manure-loading carts are piled in the corner of the warehouse. Obviously, these farm workers are not in the habit of cleaning these things.

Night fell quickly.

The night in the western wilderness was not as dark as imagined. Chen Jianqiu did not enter the house, but leaned against the pillar at the door and looked up at the stars in the sky.

It has been almost two months since he traveled to this world, but he still hasn't figured out the origin of this body. His intermittent dreams and hallucinations still can't be connected.

The compatriots he saw here had the same yellow skin and dark eyes as himself, but they all lived cautiously in a foreign country, walking on thin ice, facing foreigners, lowering their eyebrows and not daring to speak loudly.

Perhaps the difference between him and them is self-confidence. Because of his self-confidence, he has never been timid. This self-confidence was brought to his generation by the powerful Communist Party more than a hundred years later.

If the treasure can really be found, maybe I really should do something. If a hundred years later, the ZH nation will eventually stand on top of the world, then now, I should be the little torch in the dark night.

While Chen Jianqiu was still thinking, Sean's voice suddenly came from next to him:

"Hey, boss, look who that is!"

Chen Jianqiu looked in the direction pointed by Sean, and not far away, a figure appeared on the edge of the fence near the farmer's house.

The figure was lying on the fence, his body swaying a little.

The smell of alcohol drifted over with the wind.

"Boss, it's the drunkard 'Death'." Feiniao said softly.

Chen Jianqiu looked through the moonlight and saw that the unshaven face really seemed to be Adam. What was he doing here at this late hour?

Adam seemed to have a headache caused by the night wind. He changed his body shape, leaned against the fence, and whistled softly.

Moonlight, cowboys, and grasslands form a unique composition.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the back door of the farmer's house. The figure was bent over and had a small figure.

She was a young woman in her thirties, wearing a linen skirt. She gently closed the door of the room, looking around for something, looking a little panicked.

When she saw Adam leaning on the fence, the expression on her face was extremely complicated.

She held up her skirt, stepped across the moonlight, and ran towards Adam in the night.

"Adam, God, you're not dead yet! Why are you here!" The young woman ran to the fence and subconsciously wanted to hold Adam's hand, but she retracted.

Chen Jianqiu was stunned. He didn't expect that the majestic "Adam, the God of Death" would have such a bloody plot to watch besides being an alcoholic.

So he lowered his body and looked more seriously.

The cowboy didn't know whether he was still drunk or was trying to be cool. He lowered his head and his cowboy hat covered his face. All he could hear was his deep voice:

"Lisa Bai Yin, listen, I don't have much time. I'm going to die. I just want to see you again before I die."

"I heard that a man who looked like you appeared in town, but I didn't expect it to be true! Oh my God!"

"Is little Andy okay?"

"He's doing fine. He's nothing like his dead bastard dad. Adam, I'm really, really sorry. At that time, my dad..."

"There's really no need to mention the past."

…

No one spoke anymore, and the two-month-old figure shared the silence.

Chen Jianqiu guessed from their few words that, first, this woman was a widow. Second, this woman once had an affair with Adam, and then she was beaten up; third, uh, this third one, I just don’t know about little Andy.

Is he his father's biological child?

Just as he was pondering the various relationships with a melon mentality, the lights in the farm came on, and with a whistle, the same four or five hired workers came out of the house with guns and torches.

And the old man, carrying a shotgun, walked out of the house.

He pointed his gun at the cowboy at the fence and shouted:

"Adam Granger, you murderer, stay away from my daughter!"