The Death Knell

"Stranger, Mr. Madden is the most famous wizard in the city, and he is also a gunslinger." A glass of turbid wine was placed on the bar. The old man answered the stranger's question very smoothly. He picked it up from behind as if mumbling. The next guest room key was also pushed over: "Everyone in the city knows about this."

"Is Madden still alive? Where is he?" Su Ming knew this man, a double agent and a conspirator.

He serves both the protagonist's father and the biggest villain, the Blood King, but his real purpose is to occupy the Dark Tower himself.

"Of course they are alive, God, foreigners, you don't know how powerful they are. Although you are also a gunslinger, you must know that it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and the boss here has hundreds of people who can ride horses."

The bartender shook his head repeatedly, signaling the young one-eyed man not to talk nonsense. He ran a hotel and didn't want to cause any trouble.

"That's because you don't know how strong I am." Su Ming smiled. From the beginning of this trip, he heard and saw all kinds of jokes, which had a wonderful relaxing effect: "What's more, establishing a country in Gilead? Just How about those potatoes harvested every year and the thousands of sick people in the city?"

"That's something the gunslingers have to consider. Stranger, you're drunk before you even drink. What you say is all nonsense." The old man pushed the key and hid on the other side of the bar as if avoiding nuclear radiation. One end went.

He picked up the originally clean cup and wiped it vigorously. It was obvious that he did not intend to talk to the strange guests anymore for fear of getting into trouble.

Su Ming, who often takes Bobo to play with him, naturally knows how to deal with bar owners.

He took out another handful of gold nuggets and slapped it on the bar: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Just like how fish can be attracted by making nests with bait, the hotel owner could not resist the law of gravity of gold. He slid along the bar and with a touch of his dry palm, the gold disappeared. He lowered his voice:

"Madden is either in the brothel or the gunslinger leader's house. I'll draw you a map."

"Very good, I like enthusiastic people like you." Su Ming smiled and drank the wine, waiting for the boss to draw a picture with mud on a piece of broken wood: "By the way, is there a portal to the middle world near it?"

The boss raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to draw the route map:

"You want to go to the middle world? The only way is to go to the wilderness. Many gunslingers are just like you. They want to find the door and pursue their own ending according to the card's arrangement."

"So?" Su Ming patted another golden bean.

"So you asked the wrong person. I have never left this city in my life. If you want to know where the door is, you can only ask other gunslingers." The bar owner's hands were like poisonous snakes spitting messages. After taking away the gold, there was a smile in his tone: "In the legend, the Middle World is full of lush water plants, and even wheat can be grown on the land, and even the air has a sweet taste."

As he talked, he himself became intoxicated and yearned for it. After all, from the perspective of him who had never left the city in his life, the legendary place that only existed in stories must be very beautiful.

Su Ming smiled and said nothing. He went to the middle world just to borrow a way to go to the end of the world.

The situation in the middle world is better than that in the inner world, because if this is a desert, there is a wasteland over there.

At least you can still see rocks, and occasionally you can see some dead trees, which is a little better, but the various monsters over there live better than here because they are stronger.

That's about it. After all, even if you ask a bar owner where Merlin Rainbow is, he won't know.

So Su Ming didn't say anything more and just drank quietly. After getting the road map board, he stood up and carried the girl upstairs.

As soon as he went upstairs, several people followed him.

The bar owner wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to sigh and shake his head.

There are always some people who only see the gold but not the guns. Those two guns are so beautiful that they are definitely not owned by ordinary gunslingers. Now I just hope that it won't be too troublesome to clean up the bodies later.

What I feared the most was getting my head shot. It would be difficult to clean up the brain matter stuck on the wall.

But it was quiet upstairs, there was no gunfire, and there was no sound of fighting. It was as if nothing happened.

When dealing with a few ordinary people with bad intentions, Su Ming would not cause any trouble. He only needed to let Strangler deal with it casually, and he didn't even have the intention to look back.

As a person with a 360-degree perspective, he certainly knew that someone was always watching behind him. Whenever he took out gold from his pocket, he could even hear the sound of someone swallowing.

This world is an apocalypse with the most basic order. One of the specific manifestations is that prices are extremely high. A glass of good wine here costs five gold coins the size of a thumbnail, which is outrageous in many parallel worlds.

Most of the people in the bar only drink the lowest quality cheap wine, and they can't even drink much. You think they are drunk, but in fact they are just a group of desperate people sitting together pretending to be drunk, complaining to each other and venting their grievances.

As for the tails behind him, he doesn't discriminate against robbers or thieves. He can barely support himself, which is more satisfying than an able-bodied person becoming a beggar.

But if you rely on force to make a living, you will naturally have to bear corresponding risks.

Several people were killed by strangulation, and even their clothes and people disappeared in the black wave that suddenly appeared in the corridor. Su Ming carried the girl to the guest room he rented and placed her on the hard bed.

"Talk when you wake up. Do you want to eat or drink?" Su Ming sat on the edge of the bed and said to the girl named Pepe.

He had read the "Dark Tower" comics in his previous life, but he only had a general understanding of the world background and story outline because it was too obscure. Mr. Jin created many awkward new words, even naming the town. The names are all awkward.

I don’t know if there is a story about such a girl, maybe she is just an insignificant character.

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The girl was still pretending to sleep, but she was shaking so hard that the already unstable bed legs collided with the floor, making a clicking sound.

"This is the inner world. You are dead on the original earth. Can you remember?" Su Ming took out a box of instant noodles and asked the lieutenant to deliver a pot of boiling water for instant noodles. At the same time, he told the girl something: "You are very lucky. Not everyone has the opportunity to travel through time, and not everyone can meet me."

After hearing that she was dead, the girl opened her eyes. She shrank into the corner and touched her face and arms, as if checking if there were any missing parts.

She apparently remembers that it looked like the computer explosion had left her worried about being disfigured.

But she was already in her second life here, and the scars from her previous life would not be brought here, so after checking, she became even more wary of men.

"Who are you? What do you want to do to me?"

American girls are more precocious. She clutched her clothes hard and her voice sounded like she was crying.

"I am Deathstroke. Believe it or not, you are already in this other world. Have you seen The Flash from DC Comics? It's that kind of parallel world. In addition, I don't have any thoughts about you, I just don't want you to be super mutant." If you eat someone, I just save you once when you pass by."

Su Ming poured the ingredients onto the pancakes, poured hot water into the box, closed the lid with a revolver, and smoked a cigarette calmly:

"As for your next plan, you can choose for yourself, either commit suicide and try your luck to see if you can travel back in time. Or you can stay in the city, do whatever you want to make a living, and then wait to die slowly."