Chapter 176 Locals with Bad Intentions (I)

Anger, resentment, hatred.

These negative emotions are hotter than fire and colder than ice.

In Lao Lisen's heart, it was like water and fire that never mix, and a reaction as violent as an explosion suddenly burst out.

He felt that his decaying and weak heart seemed to be wound up, gathered enough power, and began to beat manically. The cold blood that even the fireplace could not warm began to boil again. This old and feeble picture My body seemed to be rejuvenated at this moment!

However, this was just Old Leeson's illusion. The sudden excitement did not really give him the strength of youth. Instead, it aggravated his lung disease and made him cough repeatedly.

The hoarse and vicissitudes of life seemed to come from the hole in the old furnace, and there were also painful roars in between. Sebastian was so frightened that he quickly stepped forward and gently patted the back of the old man living alone.

"Grandpa Lison, are you okay?"

The discerning Watson had already discovered the kettle on the table, poured out a glass of water and brought it to the old man.

Old Lisen looked at the water glass brought to him. He looked up at the seemingly well-intentioned stranger, whose unfamiliar face was filled with a friendly smile.

However, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that there was deep hypocrisy and sarcasm hidden behind this smile!

A subtle murderous intention flashed deep in Old Lisen's eyes, but after all, he was no longer a young man in his prime. Time had taken away his strength and given him deep patience.

If the middle-aged people from other towns were here now - especially the boy Nack, they would definitely not be able to bear the restless blood feud and anger. Even if it was against Michaelis's order, he would use the blood of this foreigner. Wash away the hatred in your heart!

But he was too old, his muscles were as flabby as water-soaked sponges, and his strength had weakened to the point where he could even chop down the small cherry tree in front of his door.

Even if he attacked from behind with an axe, Old Leeson was not completely sure of knocking this man down in an instant.

But the heavy experiences over the years have made his thinking cunning enough - maybe the old man I can't compare with those young men who are still in their prime, but sometimes killing a person does not require the use of force, and there are other more A suitable method - a cruel method that can make the enemy beg for pleasure! ! !

Old Leeson made up his mind, and he showed a kind smile that should be unique to an old man of his age. At the same time, he said weakly:

"Ahem - I've been feeling a little unwell lately, so I won't let you cough, cough, cough!" He covered his mouth with his fist, coughing violently, and his shoulders kept shaking, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, "Ahem - Little Sebastian, please take this gentleman upstairs first. I have to continue to rest for a while. When you are finished, remember to come downstairs to remind me that I have a bottle of high-quality whiskey that has been stored for a long time. I am just in time to invite this person. A gentleman from out of town would like to have a drink."

"It's not rare for a customer to come from afar and have to work for me, an old man, for free!"

"By the way, I still don't know what to call this gentleman. How the outside world has become ahem—"

Old Leeson also had a violent cough while he was talking. This time he coughed so excitedly that his face turned red, and a mouthful of thick phlegm flew out of his throat involuntarily and fell into the fireplace flame in front of him. It leaves a yellowish mottled mark on the red charcoal.

"Just call me John." Watson replied with a smile: "There is no rush about drinking. You can rest first. We will come downstairs to have a good chat with you later after we finish the work."

"Ahem - then thank you for the hard work, Mr. John." Old Leeson also smiled and nodded slightly, then turned his head and said to the Michaelis boy like he was dealing with his troubled grandson: "Little It’s true, Sebastian, it’s rare for a guest to come to our town, why don’t you take the guest around to see the scenery along the coast, instead of dragging him to my old man’s home!”

"It's okay. I don't blame Sebastian. It's just that I had nothing to do and planned to follow him around the town. I also wanted to chat with the residents of the town and study the local folk customs. Fengqing, please tell me the history of the town later.”

"The history of the town, cough cough cough cough -" When Old Lisen heard this, there was a flash of sadness in his pupils that were cloudy as if he had an eye disease. Those painful memories came to his mind again. In order to avoid them, he The foreigner in front of him could tell that something was wrong, so he could only cover it up with a hurried cough.

Sebastian also stepped forward to comfort you again, and said: "Grandpa Lison, please stop talking for now and take a rest. We will also go upstairs to repair the roof for you first. We will go downstairs and continue chatting later. Okay. Well?"

"Ahem, that's okay, you guys continue, old man, I have to squint for a while." Old Lisen said, lifting the blanket covering his legs up to his shoulders, leaning back slightly, and squinting his eyes slightly , and soon there was a slight snore, and it seemed that he had fallen asleep.

Sebastian and Watson looked at each other for a moment, then quietly picked up the tools and materials, walked up the stairs, came to the attic room covered with cobwebs and dust, opened the rusty and difficult-to-open window, and came I went to the roof of this lifeless old house and started working.

The sound of knocking came from the top of the building in a gentle rhythm.

Old Leeson, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were as cold as ice and as determined as sharp blades.

He listened to the faint knocking and whispering coming from above his head, as if little Sebastian was discussing the development of the outside world with that damned stranger.

Old Leeson silently stood up and lifted the cushion of the sofa, revealing the hidden storage space at the bottom, which contained the relics of his family - his wife's favorite horn comb and hand mirror, the ashes of his sons and daughters-in-law, the swaddling cloth of his little grandson, and the old-fashioned flintlock rifle that was wiped and maintained every day, the dagger that was as sharp as before, and the potion bottles filled with grass green, yellow or black powder.

The only surviving old man, looking at these familiar objects, the warmth and beauty of the past once again surged into his heart, causing tears to keep rolling in his eyes.

Old Leeson had dreamed of revenge countless times, and in fact, since that night, these angry townspeople did so.

After the collapse of the Gawwell Hotel, many foreigners still came to the town under the pretext of traveling, but in fact they secretly wanted to gnaw a piece of fat flesh from the injured Mikalis family, just like the hungriest jackals that gnawed the remains of the Gawwell Hotel clean!

At that time, Old Leeson formed a town guard and led his companions who also had deep hatred to repel waves of invaders. He naturally knew that these so-called tourists all mastered strange evil arts, and even their bodies were trained to be very strong, comparable to tigers, leopards, bears and wolves!

But no matter how strong they are, they still belong to the category of humans, still need to eat and sleep, still have difficulty resisting bullets and sharp blades, and naturally cannot be completely immune to the corrosion of poisons, and cannot prevent the damage of knives and guns... As long as they are poisoned or shot in secret before they react, these foreigners with strange abilities are just vulnerable mortals!