America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Just as Sean lowered his head to look at the gradually burning firewood pile at his feet, he closed his eyes and waited for death.

"Dang~~"

A bell ringing reached his ears.

The sound of the bell sounded from far to near in the dark night, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in the dark night sky.

The people surrounding the town entrance did not notice the first bell at first. Their attention was either on Kang's passionate white robe, or they were staring at the naked black man on the cross.

"Dang~~"

There was another bell, this time the sound was clearer, and then, every two seconds, subsequent bells followed one after another, adding a medieval mystery to the scene full of religious rituals at the entrance of the town.

Everyone began to look around, and the white robe who was still speaking stopped. They were all looking for the source of the bell.

There is no bell tower in this town, only the church has a small bell tower.

The sound of the bell came from the direction of the religious party.

Some of the few old men among the party members subconsciously took out their pocket watches from under their robes. For a moment, they were confused, thinking that they were in Philadelphia or some other European city.

There, the bells may have told the time.

But the bells rang one after another, completely inconsistent with the time.

The church in this small town has never had the habit of ringing the bell to tell the time.

The most ringing thing in this church is the death knell; and the death knell ringing in the middle of the night is unheard of in this town.

The white robe didn't know what to say for a moment. He subconsciously looked at Thomas, who was carrying the guitar behind him.

Although he had previously served as a stand-in for the party leader on other unimportant occasions, such as preaching in the village below, this was the first time tonight that he had been the stand-in for the party leader on such a big occasion. He was a little agitated when he encountered such a thing.

At a loss what to do.

Thomas didn't blame him, because his attention was not on his double.

He looked at the tallest building at the entrance of the town, a large livestock shed, and there was a man standing there.

He was wearing a black clergyman's robe. In the dark night, if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't spot him at all.

The upper half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, while the lower half of his angular face was barely visible in the firelight below.

Wearing what looked like a silver cross on his chest, it shone in the firelight.

This barn belongs to the town's livestock exchange. It is the place where cattle, horses, sheep, etc. are usually traded in the town. Because the smell is very strong, it was built outside the town entrance.

This barn is at least two stories high, and there is no place to step outside. I don’t know how this person climbed up without anyone noticing.

"You foolish man!"

A heavy sigh came from the black robe's mouth.

"You gave up your freedom! You gave up your faith! You gave up your soul! All you got was spiritual enslavement!" He stood on the roof, like a statue, looking down at the people below.

The crowd was attracted by the sound coming from above, and their eyes turned to the roof of the barn.

"The words of the Lord are recorded in the 31st chapter of the Book of Job in the Old Testament. He said, 'He who formed me in his womb, did not he also form him? He who held him in his womb, did he not form the same thing as me?

Bit?'."

"When God judges, how should we respond? All men are created equal!"

…

The man in black robe was eloquent on the roof, quoting scriptures from stories in the Bible to fables spread in the American West.

He opened his hands, and his broad robe was like a big bat. He spread his hands and embraced the non-existent "Lord" in the sky, looking compassionate.

The people below listened with rapt attention. Most of them were illiterate, but they still knew many stories in the Bible.

That man in black robe was Chen Jianqiu. He didn't have that in-depth understanding of the Bible. He just heard it from the priest of the church on a temporary basis.

However, he has a very good memory, and the hearsay, theories and stories he told along the way were so unique that after a while of nonsense, some people below him even nodded.

He has no hope of convincing the following "blind followers" with his half-baked theoretical level. He is stalling for time.

Thomas below initially wanted to see what kind of medicine this man was selling in his gourd, but the more he listened, the more he felt something was wrong. Some of the fools below were actually fascinated by what he was selling.

Even his direct descendants were staring at the roof in a daze.

"Kill him." He patted the head of the herald beside him and growled in a low voice.

The herald just woke up from a dream and patted the head of the person next to him who was listening to the story.

These men hurriedly raised their guns and pointed them at the roof.

Chen Jianqiu has already noticed the movement here. In fact, his eyes have never left here from the beginning.

Under the hood, there was a slight smile on his lips.

The story came to an abrupt end, and the people listening below only saw the man in black robe opening his arms again.

"Foolish people, your eyes are blinded by the night, accept the punishment of the Lord."

The gunshot rang out, and everyone's eyes were blurred. The man on the roof jumped backwards and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Go and seize him, and you will see him alive! You will see his corpse if you die!" Thomas gave the order to his "Guards".

The men lined up the crowd with guns and rushed towards the barn.

But before they took a few steps, not only them, but everyone on the scene felt something strange.

In the direction of the barn, in the darkness, beyond the reach of the fire, something seemed to be heading in their direction.

They felt the ground begin to tremble slightly.

It’s coming, it’s really coming!

Suddenly, a bunch of fire appeared in the darkness in the direction of the barn, and there were more and more fires. For a while, there was smoke and dust everywhere.

Then, the people on the outermost edge of the crowd saw a scene they would never forget.

Less than fifty meters away from them, a group of bulls with red eyes rushed towards them.

Their tails were all hung with flammable materials, and they were all set on fire, like a whip of fire.

The people in the front turned around and ran away. They even forgot that they still had weapons in their hands. But in an instant, the bull in the front had already rushed in front of them.

Several people in the first row were knocked away and thrown into the air like cloth bags, their white robes fluttering in the wind.

They either draw a beautiful parabola and fall outside the crowd, and are thrown to the ground and do not know whether they will live or die; or they fall at the feet of the cattle, and either receive a second baptism by the horns, or they are trampled to death.

The people behind wanted to duck to both sides, but a few of them got caught on their robes and fell to the ground, where they were trampled into rotten watermelons by the cattle following behind.

There were also a few immortal "matadors" holding torches and guns to drive away the bison, but the moment they came into contact with the herd, they disappeared without a trace in the darkness, and were carried away to no one knows where.

The cattle rushed into the crowd like a raging tide. The cattle gored people, stepped on people, squeezed people, and stepped on people. The Klansmen were running around, and the ground was full of red or torn white robes and masks.

Covered by those white robes were corpses lying on the ground.

"Kill those cows! Quick! Kill those cows!" Thomas shouted, and he also raised the gun in his hand.

There was a burst of gunfire, and one of the cows fell down, but the scene became even more chaotic.

The bulls who were charging forward went crazy and began to stampede in the crowd; the Klansmen in the middle of the circle only hated their parents for not giving them extra legs, and some of them fled in the direction of Thomas.

Among the crowds and the herds of cattle, there are me and you, and there are not many cows that have been shot to death, but there are quite a few KKK members who have been shot and fell to the ground and then trampled to death.

For a time, gunshots, cries, screams, cows' braying... echoed in the town's entrance.