Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

It was a hot meat market, frozen in a moment.

Customers who had just coveted three feet of wet hair stuck in their throats and couldn't make a sound.

The boy barely looked over his face and saw a very “damp” man.

Ignoring a sarcoma that looked like a cobra on his forehead, the man looked decent, but his sweat glands seemed to be affected by radiation, with yellow sweat beads flowing all the time, like a yellowbrown scale in the dark sunlight.

“Snake, Snake...”

The butcher, who was just so cheerful and controlled the whole situation, at this moment the Six Gods explained, “I, I didn't know you were not going to sell, this sheep was brought by the Fourth Brother, he said,"... ”

“Yeah, Grandpa Snake. ”

When the boy saw the strong man who had just tied him up, he nodded his back in front of “Snake Grandpa" and smiled. "This kid spent three days in our gambling house. He was caught today. He was caught positively, according to the rules, trying to compensate for the loss. He touched his pocket, he didn't have half a bullet, the chips were stolen, and this is the only piece of good meat worth some money, so..."

“Oh.”

Master Snake smiled, “Why didn't you tell me? ”

Fourth Brother's face suddenly became whiter than the butcher's, both legs trembled, and the voice became more distorted, “I, you, your old man, have not been busy making deals with the nigger gang these past few days, I think, small thought, this little thing, don't disturb--”

“Shh...”

Master Snake put a thin, long finger on his thin lips and breathed a sigh of relief at “Fourth Brother," he smiled, “Fourth, what does Master Snake dislike the least? ”

“Excuses. ”

“Fourth Brother" swallowed up the spit, shivering: “Grandpa Snake doesn't like to hear excuses. ”

“Very good.”

Master Snake stopped looking at him, squeezed his eyes, half glanced at the butcher, the other half at all customers, faintly, “Again, this sheep, not for sale, is there a problem? ”

No, I don't think so.

Everyone in Tombstone knows that the big boss of Sirius Gambling House, Grandpa Snake, doesn't like two things.

Excuses.

And questions.

“Master Snake, you old man, take this sheep back, I don't know! ”

The butcher cried and said, “I'll give you another fifty kilos of double headed beef. Don't worry, it's been too sour and raining lately, the meat is not good...”

“No, the unknown are not guilty, and this is not your fault. ”

Grandpa Snake smiled and grabbed the boy's ankle with one hand and picked him up. It really looked like he was carrying a newborn lamb. "About today, it was my people in the gambling house who were at a disadvantage, delaying your business for half a day. I went to the gambling house at night to get 50 chips, and Grandpa Snake gave it to you. ”

“Thank you, Master Snake. Thank you, Master Snake! ”

When the word "chips” was heard, the butcher's eyes glanced, his face shivered with flesh and his mouth poured out like that of the customers.

“Don't thank me, thank ‘justice’. ”

"Everyone in Tombstone Town and the Bloody Wilderness knows that Snake's favorite is justice," Snake said. ”

After that, the serpent grabbed the boy and walked out unattended.

The crowd, like the tide of division, made way for them. Although many people's throats made a "grunt” sound, watching the boy's eyes almost bleed, no one dared to say half a “no” word.

However, there are always exceptions.

“Hey, it's rare that such a good sheep has been waiting for half a day, half a dozen incense meats are not allowed to be cut. You work in Tombstone Town, it's too bad! ”

“Boom!”

A strong man dressed in third-degree armor with a tattoo on his face stopped in front of Grandpa Snake and wrapped a thick canvas backpack on the ground, which was heavily dressed in end-of-life car spring steel and freshly sharpened knives.

Spring steel is a good raw material for making war knives, especially the spring steel of heavy trucks, combined with the horse chopper manufactured by the sudden advance of the end of the day technology after the nuclear war, it is very flexible and blows the blade, can really break the vast majority of armor knife by knife.

Yes, this thing, like bullets, is hard currency on the wasteland.

“Money, I have money! ”

A tough guy with a tattoo on his face, staring dead at the boy's hand, licking his lips, “Life, it's Snake's, I want only one hand! ”

Grandpa Snake looks strong.

The strong man looked at Grandpa Snake, and the two companions behind him tightened their backpacks filled with spring steel, holding fast knives and pistols between their waists.

“You are the steel merchants of Steel Flower City. ”

Snake laughed, "The Scrap Iron Gang, isn't it? ”

“Exactly. ”

The tattooed man is proud of Yangyang, “Our scrap iron gang material can build the fastest knife in the bloody wilderness! ”

“Oh.”

Snake nodded, “Want a hand? ”

“Want to eat! ”

The tattooed tough guy said, “We have money, we have eaten half a month of wind and sand in the wilderness, we must eat one hand today! ”

“Understood.”

Grandpa Snake didn't return either. "Four, give me the dagger and let my friends from Steel Flower City know how to treat people in Tombstone Town. ”

“Yes, Grandpa Snake. ”

“Fourth Brother" did not understand what Grandpa Snake was going to do, but his lack of heart and fear made him react quickly, and his hands touched a fine dagger wrapped in calf leather.

The next scene, nobody saw it, nobody thought of it.

“So-so!” [sic]

After three louder sounds than the wind, the scorpion shell knife between the waist of the tattooed strong man sheathed empty. “Fourth Brother” 's left hand flew high into the air, and was stabbed by a sharp and sharp fast knife from the palm of his hand, which was steadily copied into Snake's hand.

Everyone's face became particularly ugly.

The tattooed man looked at his scorpion shell sheath as empty as a waist, face as dead ash.

The scrap iron helps itself to fight the fastest knife in the bloody wilderness, and naturally it can swing the knife the fastest.

But his knife reached Grandpa Snake, and he didn't even see what was going on.

“Fourth Brother" stared at his broken left arm, sweating like rain, unable to scream a word, dare not scream.

If the serpent wants to chop off his hand, then he's guilty of even spraying blood.

“Please.”

Master Snake slowly, slowly, slowly hand over the other party's knife, along with “Fourth Brother” 's left hand, “the hand you want. ”

Tattooed strong man's lips moved, also like “Fourth Brother”, forehead exuding sweat beads, looked at the boy still being held upside down by Snake Grandpa, did not speak.

“I know you think the meat in this hand is too old to eat this sheep's hand, but I'm telling you, the owner of this hand was the best place to watch Sirius Gambling House. His hand is soaked with medicine every day, and he moves countless times. Each piece is live meat, not old enough, chewy enough to make sure it tastes good. ”

Grandpa Snake looked at the tattooed man and almost stabbed the tip of the knife into the other person's nose, “Justice, Grandpa Snake's work, absolute justice. ”

“Thank you…”

The tattooed man looked at the tip of the snowy knife and said, “Thank you, Grandpa Snake. So, we need this hand. How much, how much? ”

“Fifty springs of steel. ”

Grandpa Snake said.

“What?”

The tattooed man glared at his eyes, “Snake, we can't afford it. Do you know how many knives 50 springs of steel can strike, how many hands can be chopped, bargain again! ”

“Yes, a hundred springs of steel. ”

Grandpa Snake said.

“Here, here! ”

The tattooed man trembled, “Master Snake, we scrap iron gang--”

“Two hundred springs of steel. ”

Grandpa Snake smiled, “This is my last offer, but it's not one hand, it's seven, seven hands, 200 springs of steel, and it's a fair price. ”

Grandpa Snake smiled and measured the hands of the tattooed man and two companions.

Three scrap iron gangs, two hands each, plus six.

Six hands of the Abandoned Iron Gang, plus one hand of "Fourth Brother”, is it not a good idea to have seven hands?

The tattoo guy understands.

Look at Master Snake, look at the knife in his hand and the hands on the knife, look around the countless ungrateful eyes, he bites his teeth, shakes and barely says: “… OK, deal, but there are only 50 of them, the rest of the stock is in the nigger gang's stacks. ”

“It's okay, Grandpa Snake believes you. ”

"People who like to eat their hands have great taste, the reputation of people with taste is not too bad, everyone is a good friend, Tombstone Town welcome VIP guests, have time at the Wolf Gambling House at night, 100 chips per person, Snake Master free delivery, if luck, maybe win back 200 springs of steel overnight. ”

The eyes of the three scrap iron gangs, like the butchers, lit up.

“Rest assured, no one dares to play tricks at the Wolf Gambling House. ”

The serpent shook the boy in his hand, "Unless he wanted to be the incense meat on the caseboard. ”

“Yes.”

The tattooed man was somewhat remorseful, “Master Snake's justice is well known in Steel Flower City. ”

Grandpa Snake smiled and kicked the spring steel on the ground with his foot. He shouted: “Butcher, come here, say how much steel we have here, change meat, and distribute it equally to the people in the place. It's like Grandpa Snake compensates everyone for their losses. After eating meat, they all come to the gambling house to sit down. Ten chips per person are on Grandpa Snake's account! ”

Inside and outside the meat market, cheering freckles and shouting well.

……

The boy was held upside down by Grandpa Snake and left the meat market.

The whole world turned upside down, and the lead clouds and purple sun seemed like a swaying ocean, while the stinky, sticky earth turned into a black-pressed sky.

They passed through the "Old John's Motorcycle", which was being armored and sprinted to the Land Cruiser, through the fierce bloody smell, through the gladiator tents where the black market boxing was taking place, through the deafening noise all day, through the nigger gang's knife refinery, through the smelly weather, and through the witch pharmacy, where dozens of large pots of grease cream were unknown to be burning.

People with abscesses, people with sarcomas, people with scales and claws, people in bloody clothes, people in armor carrying shotguns swinging, beards scattering people inviting God to their bodies, people dancing in demons, ghosts.

Eventually, the boy was captured and dragged back to the starting point of the meat market, the Wolf Gambling House.

The boy was already somewhat overfrightened and overwhelmed, unable to think at all.

When he recovered a little, he realized he had been taken to the deepest room of the gambling house he'd never seen before.

“Clicks. ”

The Snake Master locked the door and there were only two of them in the room. The only ventilation window was welded to death by an iron fence.

There's a cabinet, a TV, a bed.

This bed is big and comfortable.