America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 97 Move your hands away, I'm a doctor, not your mother

Sean, who was tied to the cross, had already opened his eyes. His whole body was wet, and he had already felt the flames licking his feet.

He felt that he was about to be cooked, and the various unknown smoke rising from the fire smoked him half to death, causing him to hallucinate.

He thought he had arrived in hell because the scene in front of him was no different from hell.

In his eyes, the sky is now dark red. His grandmother said that Satan from hell has a pair of horns. Could these running monsters below be Satan's apostles?

It turns out that I have done too many petty thefts, and I really can’t go to heaven.

While the black man was delirious, a lost bull rushed into the inner circle.

It was shot, the wound was bleeding, and the pain on its body made it extremely violent.

It hates everything that appears in front of it now, including the pile of burning firewood and the cross in front of it.

So it rushed over.

"Peng!"

With a loud noise, the bull crashed over the fire, and the burning wood rolled to the ground.

The cow rested its head on the cross.

The lower half of the cross was directly broken by a bull, and the upper half fell forward with a creak, while the bull rushed towards other people running around.

When he saw Sean, he was about to throw him and the cross to the ground.

A black horse rushed over from the shadows. The horse directly knocked over two KKK members who were fleeing but happened to be on his path. He rushed into the inner circle and kicked the firewood, causing sparks to fly.

Coincidentally, the robes of a few unlucky people were set on fire.

The black horse came to the foot of the cross in a blink of an eye. Immediately the man faced the overturned cross, held it up with one hand to relieve the force of the fall, and then punched the shelf.

The cross built with wooden sticks fell apart instantly. The rope on the black man's body came loose, and he and the rope fell to the ground.

Chen Jianqiu picked up the black man from the ground and threw him sideways behind the horse.

He just fell down from the roof and fell directly into the straw pile below.

When he climbed up from the straw pile, Birds and Adam had already driven the bulls out of the cattle pen, "decorated" them, and lit their tails.

"Stop that man! They are in a group!" Thomas pointed at Chen Jianqiu, who had lifted the black man onto his horse. But his men were too busy to pay attention to the uninvited guest who rushed in.

Because they not only have to avoid those angry bulls, but they also have to pay attention to other people.

Someone is hiding in the dark and firing a black gun.

Asuka, Adam and Danny were hunting the KKK members on the field from several different angles. In the chaos, these KKK members couldn't tell where the bullets came from.

If Chen Jianqiu hadn't forgotten to tell them that the real Thomas was the one holding the guitar, I'm afraid this guy would have died right here under the gun of one of the three of them.

Chen Jianqiu drove the black radish and rushed out of the crowd again, coming and going like the wind, as if entering a deserted land.

He returned to the barn, where Teresa was waiting for him.

Chen Jianqiu dragged the shabby-looking Sean off his horse. The sweaty black man was still in a state of confusion due to inhaling too much unknown gas.

"Mom, Mom, I was wrong. I should have been a good and upright person since I was a child, so that I could go to heaven. I'm sorry, Mom..."

Sean held Teresa's hand and confessed blankly.

Chen Jianqiu got off the horse and directly spoke to his face:

"Are you feeling better now?"

The black man was shocked by the slap. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and looked at Theresa and Chen Jianqiu in front of him blankly:

"ah?"

"Where's Holmes? Why isn't he with you?"

"Well, he was taken away by another group of white robes, saying that their leader wanted to see him." Sean seemed to have returned to normal.

Sure enough, it was for them.

Chen Jianqiu snorted coldly, but he didn't see any trace of Holmes beside Thomas just now.

Chen Jianqiu thought for a moment and said to Theresa:

"You take care of Sean here, I'll make another trip."

After saying that, he mounted the black radish again, turned the horse's head, and rushed into the night.

Sean looked at his naked body, then at Teresa in front of him, and suddenly covered his body with his hands, becoming shy.

"Move your hands!" Teresa said impatiently. She slapped the black man's hand covering his body away and began to check his injuries.

"Don't, don't..." Sean still wanted to struggle.

Teresa slapped him in the face again:

"Shut up! I'm a doctor, not your mother, so please be quiet and be honest now."

When Chen Jianqiu rushed out of the barn again, he found that the bulls were not only raging at the entrance of the town, they were chasing the scattered people into the streets of the town, and Thomas was reorganizing his core members.

Chen Jianqiu caught four or five guys in white robes in a row. Without knowing any of them, Chen Jianqiu took off their masks and threw them into the yards of other residents to show them what their "good neighbors" looked like.

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At the corner of the street, he saw a guy who was taking off his robe and preparing to go back to his home. He grabbed the collar from behind on his horse, picked him up and threw him to the ground.

This guy was knocked to pieces and was trying to get up, but he felt like he was hanging in the air again.

"Where is the middle-aged man who was arrested with the black man?" Chen Jianqiu lifted him up with one hand and asked sharply.

"Boss, I was there at the time, and I really didn't see any middle-aged people." This guy wailed, and he felt like his pants were getting wet.

So he was thrown to the ground from the galloping horse like a luggage bag.

The black radish circled back.

This guy's face was swollen from the fall and he was lying on the ground unable to move.

But a gust of wind passed by him, and he felt like he was flying again.

He saw Chen Jianqiu's obscure face again.

"I'm telling the truth!" There was a cry in this guy's voice. "There was really no middle-aged man, only an old man. We took him to a small wooden cabin next to the grocery store, and there was nothing else.

Got it! Trust me! Really trust me!"

Chen Jianqiu suddenly realized that he had wrongly blamed this guy, who mistook Holmes for an old man.

Black Radish started flying again, but the man's eyes had closed. He estimated that he was going to fly again, and this time he was afraid that he would really be thrown to death.

But when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a haystack.

"I'm sorry!" Chen Jianqiu's voice floated over, but there was no hint of apology in his voice.

"Grocery store?" Chen Jianqiu said to himself as he stood immediately.

The town's grocery store is in the north direction of the city, located in the same location as Browning's gun shop, where many stores in the town are concentrated.

This was supposed to be the hardest-hit area for the KKK's looting, but I don't know why Thomas didn't choose to start here.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly felt that he seemed to be getting closer and closer to the truth of the matter.

He patted his horse and galloped away in the direction of the grocery store.

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