East of Eden

Even if the world builds temples

Worship thousands of statues of my God

they are not me

please my knight

my believer

my sweetheart

my God

sword through clay

"Jerok, and those team members all died of knife wounds. Does anyone still use knives?" Long stepped on the accelerator.

The jeep started, and there was the sound of a drum washing machine, and Yun'an's motorcycle was stuffed in the trunk.There are two people in the front and three in the back. Fortunately, the compartment is spacious and not crowded.

"A group of Orientals dressed as samurai, with silver hair." Siswell wrapped her coat haggardly, her head shook with the bumps of the jeep, like a wilting bean sprout: "I have never seen such a person."

"It's 'Sakuwa'." Shan Mu said: "There are rumors that they live in the desert of Longyou Land, but I didn't expect it to be true. A few years ago, an old friend told me that he saw someone killing someone with a knife in the desert. Cavalry, consistent with your description, with white hair and black clothes."

"Sakwa? Tribes? But there is no record of them in the books."

"Miss, you should understand that books only provide what the country wants us to see."

Yun An asked: "Then why do they want to snatch the sacred objects?"

"Good things are always in high demand." Long replied with a smile.

Shan Mu pushed his glasses: "I don't know much about Sakuwa. I only heard that they are the survivors of the Yin Qi civilization. They have a long history and mysterious religious beliefs. In short, we have to catch up as soon as possible."

"If there is a fight, the five of us have no chance of winning." The woman sighed.

"So I'm contacting Haven City headquarters." Shan Mu pointed to the radio station on his lap.It looks like a wide black box with countless knobs and buttons, and a small one-inch LCD screen. The radio antenna is erected at the rear of the car.

"Thanks for not throwing it away when I washed the car last month." Long glanced at it and continued to drive: "This is the most primitive frequency-hopping shortwave radio station, which can't be eavesdropped by others. Only we and some HAM enthusiasts know it now. Use (HAM means radio amateur)."

"But I always feel stuck. The signal in the desert is not good, and I'm not an expert in communication." The doctor scratched his head in distress, and after some difficult operations, he finally sent an encrypted message , "I hope we have good luck, maybe people from the headquarters will be able to arrive this afternoon."

Siswell rested her head on her elbows, looked at them and smiled bitterly.She felt that the men in front of her were a very miraculous species. After experiencing the robbing of sacred objects, the killing of their partners, and the burial of the corpses with their own hands, they still remained calm and optimistic.The pain of yesterday didn’t seem to have left deep traces in their hearts, or they did, but they wouldn’t be seen by others. Maybe all the thoughts were shaken into the soot and dispersed with the wind on the desert.

Only the stars are different.He sat alone in the corner with his head down, flipping through the notes left by Terok in his hand.

Fortunately, the sheepskin notebook was not taken away by the "Sakuwas". It slept peacefully in the old man's pocket, and was not found by Dr. Shanmu until it was about to be cremated.

The man with black hair and black eyes read carefully, flipping through the pages, and suddenly asked, "Can I keep this book?"

Siswell looked around and finally made sure he was asking herself.

"This is something very important to teach..."

"I know, I won't lose it." He looked over with silent black eyes, the corners of which were slightly red from the scars.

Siswell felt that she could hardly refuse.

"Okay." She agreed.

"Thank you." Xing nodded and continued to read deeply.

He was indeed an ancient man.Siswell thought to himself: He tried his best to imitate the conversation and manners of people in the New World, but he always felt blunt and alienated.

At this moment, Yun An leaned close to Xing, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth: "What are you looking at?"

"Well. Myself." Xing said very calmly.

On the open page was a drawing of his dead body.

"You had a fatal wound on your chest when you were found." Siswell said, "I speculate that you have experienced a great battle, but Professor Terok thinks you are the gatekeeper who was sacrificed. In short, you were killed .”

Either way, Star can't comment because he doesn't remember anything, including who killed him.

Xing stared at the corpse in the painting for a long time: shriveled cheeks, fingers curled like dry wood, a name tag hung around the neck, lying face up in the snow, the scar on the chest was dark brown, and a looming door was hidden under the body. A round bronze door reveals a huge beast face.

Such a death gesture, no matter how you look at it, is full of unwillingness.

"Can you think of anything? For example, the person who killed you?" Dr. Shanmu asked.

He shook his head, closed the book and put it in his pocket.

"It's okay, the days are still long." The doctor patted him on the shoulder, and turned to Yun An and said, "Everyone is very hungry. Let's order another pizza and add five bottles of Coke."

The boy nodded, pulled off his earphones and went to the counter to order.

As surprising as it is, you heard that right—they're in a pizza place, and a chain at that, Uncle John's Pizza.There is a red shell gas station in the endless desert, which is already a cool thing, and what is even cooler is that there is a pizza shop under the gas station.

Originally, they drove across the desert, hoping to go to the legendary "Land of Longyou" where Sakuwa haunts, but they didn't expect to see a bright red gas station sign far away on the way, and stopped there.

Uncle John’s Pizza is next to the gas station, like a glass cube that popped out of the sand, with floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides, and a signboard with yellow letters on a red background. It is open 24 hours and smells like motor oil. small aircraft.

Due to the limited resources in the desert, most of the pizzas here use artificial ingredients. For example, the cheese filling is made of margarine, and the bacon is also artificial pork. Even so, they are very happy to eat.There are few things happier than a fast food joint in the desert.

Pizza and Coca-Cola are put on the table, glistening with oil and smelling fragrant.

"Long live the calories." Yun An shouted, and began to wolf down.

"Long live the sofa." Long Ze half-slumped on the sofa and raised his hand to add.

In a trance, they thought they were back in the city, and for a moment they forgot the fact that they were in the wilderness surrounded by wild animals and yellow sand.

There are many customers in the pizza shop, most of them are black, some have reggae hair, some wear veils, and their accents are incomprehensible.Xing learned from his common sense memory that black people are permanent residents in this area. They retain their own independent towns, are self-sufficient, and are almost out of government control. They are a relatively dangerous group of guys.

As soon as he turned his head, Shan Mu had already started talking with the reggae-headed man at the next table.The man was tall and dark-skinned, in stark contrast to the thin and pale doctor.

The doctor projected a map in the air, and Reggaetou was chewing pizza and pointing to the map. The two chatted happily, and the others couldn't understand anything.

"The gentleman said that there is a small town called Akondo [-] kilometers to the north, and we can settle there tonight." Shan Mu helped translate, drawing a circle on the map with his fingers: "Akondo is Longyou The only safe town in the land, other towns do not welcome outsiders, they will arrest us and kill us."

Siswell said, "Ask about Sakuwa again?"

The black man understood her pronunciation: "Sakuwa?"

"Yes, Sakuwa." Shan Mu nodded, gestured to him with hands and feet, and rolled out a series of tongue-rolling syllables at the same time, and the black man thought for a while, and then replied a sentence with more intense tongue-rolling.

Shan Mu conveyed to others: "They call those people 'ghost swordsmen', they are mysterious tribes living in the deep desert, they hardly interact with outsiders, and occasionally go to the market town of Akondo to buy things. By the way, this The gentleman also said—" Shan Mu coughed a few times: "His neighbor runs a tavern, and he met ghost swordsmen last night."

"Really?"

Reggaeto moved very fiercely, with the words "what I said are absolutely true" written on his face.

"He said he would show us the way to Acondo for free, but only if..."

"What?" Yun An stirred the ice cubes in the Coke.

The doctor spread his hands: "Akondo advocates force, the premise is that there are 'warriors' among us who can beat him."

Yun An couldn't hold back, and almost spit out the Coke: "Doctor, are you fooling him again?"

"I just told him that we are scholars of the Jin Suo Society who study the warrior culture of the Yin Qi civilization, and then he took the initiative to bring up the term 'competition', which is really an ancient word." The man smiled politely.

"Based on your poor foreign language, doctor, he probably only understands the word 'samurai'." Yun An was speechless.

Long watched from the sidelines, whistled, and wished for some exciting scenes for him to watch.Siswell lowered her head helplessly, she didn't understand why these men always made things complicated.

"Let me do it." Yun An offered to suggest that he was Dr. Shanmu's thug, and he was used to handling all chores that required force for him.

So Dr. Shanmu conveyed the boy's meaning to Reggaetou, who unexpectedly shook his head.

"He has to choose his opponent." Shan Mu shrugged.

When Xing heard this sentence, he suddenly bent the straw in his hand, and some strong intuition led him to raise his eyes, and met the eyes of the black man.

The man stretched out his thick fingers and pointed in the direction of the stars.

This time Xing understood and heard clearly:

"You."

During the contest, they stood in the open space next to the pizzeria, with yellow sand kicking up at their feet.

Reggaetou took off his jacket and only wore a vest decorated with rivets, revealing the muscles of his arms protruding like hills.He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and raised his hand toward the star.The eyes of the black man are very bright, like a leopard ready to go, his attitude is so serious that there is no way out.

"Will you fight?" Yun An expressed doubts.

Xing threw off his coat: "Try."

Inside was a wrinkled black T-shirt with a hangtag engraved with his name on his chest. Every inch of his body was slender and neat. He wasn't considered strong, but he was by no means easy to mess with. He looked like a tough bone.Xing went up to meet him like this, walked up to the black man, stopped, and tied his messy hair with a wristband.

"Why did you choose him?" Yun An folded his arms and asked in a low voice.

The doctor smiled and said, "Probably because he looks the best at fighting."

"But, what if—"

"If the situation is not right, you go up and help." He said, "We can't let Xing get hurt."

"clear."

Reggaeto made a "you first" gesture, but Xing shook his head firmly, obviously, he didn't know how to start.Reggaeto no longer dragged his feet, and pulled away his steps, stomping and pulling out his red lacquered cowhide boots on the sand, shouted loudly, and twisted his right hand into a fist to hook him.

Xing watched him rushing, but felt inexplicably calm, and after the calm, there was a long-lost joy.For some reason, there was a primitive yearning for hand-to-hand combat in his heart. Since waking up, he had always felt that his blood was dead, except for sudden fluctuations when encountering bullets and blood.

Maybe his heart is bloodthirsty.

Seeing that the opponent's fist was about to hit his chin, Xing turned around and avoided it by surprise.He opened a distance, also put on an offensive posture, lightly weighed his footsteps.The world gradually settled in his mind, and then disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the opponent's eyes in the darkness.

From the perspective of onlookers, Xing's eyes suddenly changed.Peeling away the previous confusion and emptiness, a trace of the sharpness of an eagle or wolf appeared in the dark ground.

"I have practiced." Long said, holding his Marlboro soft red.

The black man made another move, and Xing crossed his arms to block his fist, and the man slammed his knees against Xing's abdomen. He predicted the opponent's movement, rolled sideways, and when he got up, he thrust out his left fist and rubbed against the black man. Hard pectoral muscles pass by.The black man patted his wrinkled vest and made another set of left and right uppercuts. The strength and speed of the punches were enough to make people breathless. In my mind, I suddenly recalled some fragmented scenes——

Grassland, heavy snow, rolling snow foam, flushed cheeks from the cold, a bare-chested man, black eyes, and a pair of wolf fangs in the earrings.

"Drink! Ha!"

His field of vision shakes violently up and down, just like the handheld photography that some directors like to use. Coupled with the flicking of frames, the actions that should have been continuous in memory have a certain sense of stuttering, and he is so shaken that he can't see the face of the person opposite. , I only saw the sky full of snow.

The black person's fist strikes—

Just like the fierce knife of the man on the other side in the heavy snow in the past--

Memories and reality gradually overlapped. Although he lost his memory, he still remembered every inch of his muscles.

This is slow motion, and the movements are full of flaws in the eyes of the stars.

Three, two, one.

Xing slid forward suddenly, like a tiger or leopard ejected, he grabbed their wrists and twisted them forcefully, causing their entire arms to lose strength instantly.Then Xing grabbed them by the shoulders, hit each other's chest and lower abdomen with his back, and dragged them forward with both hands, only heard a "bang", flying sand and dust, the black man fell to the ground over his shoulder, and Xing had one foot. Stomped up and stepped on the man's throat.

The scenes overlap, and the snow in my memory keeps falling. At that time, Xing stepped on the man's throat like this, listening to him begging for mercy vaguely.

"Hey! That's it! Stop!"

Siswell's anxious shouting completely shattered his memory, he pulled out and returned to the real world, the big black brother kept coughing, and almost rolled his eyes and let out a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing?" The woman pushed Xing away, helped the black man up, and other people gathered around to ease the atmosphere.

Fortunately, the big black brother was not angry, but excitedly clapped his hands and said: "Bravo! Bravo!" He wanted to invite them to drink at home.

With the support of Siswell and the dragon, he stood up staggeringly, his eyes became brighter, he patted Xia Xing on the shoulder, gave him a thumbs up, and said in broken English:

"You're real warrior."

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The author has something to say:

*Updated star death status

*Ben Fast Food Lover wants to say: Whoever invented Chicken Burger French Fries Pizza Coke is an absolute genius!