America 1881: Legend of the West

It took a lot of effort for the three people to figure out that the head was not that of the archaeologist.

According to the bartender's description, the archaeologist is about fifty years old. This man looks very young and is most likely his follower.

They soon found the man's mutilated body in another tent, with parts missing.

"It's too cruel." Sean shook his head.

Chen Jianqiu was also a little uncomfortable. Although this body had not had much physical reaction to the scene of broken arms and legs after time travel, this kind of deliberate dismemberment, and even taking pleasure in it, was still disgusting.

"Boss, should we continue chasing?" Feiniao asked.

"You're already here, let's go and take a look first."

It was still Chen Jianqiu's usual answer.

If a person with high skill is bold and has the confidence to pursue the unknown, that is called adventure; if he is not confident, that is called death.

The three of them continued to set off, with Feiniao in front, task tracking; Chen Jianqiu in the back, in charge of guarding; and Sean, the weakest in combat effectiveness, in the middle, active in the atmosphere.

Not long after traveling, a cave appeared in front of them. The three of them slowed down their pace. They found a hidden place with higher ground and began to observe the direction of the cave.

This cave is a stronghold.

The open space in front of the cave was in a mess, with all kinds of debris piled up in a mess, dismantled carriages, and unknown body parts scattered on the ground. Near the entrance of the cave, there was a pot with "gurgling" inside. As I turned it over to soak, I couldn't see clearly what was cooking inside from a distance, but judging from the limbs around the pot, it most likely wasn't good meat.

"Boss, we should have gotten binoculars in that Jewish guy's black shop yesterday." Sean stretched his neck and looked down and said, "Isn't that archaeologist in that pot now?"

"What, you want to taste it? I still have some salt here, can you add it to the soup later?" Chen Jianqiu glanced at Sean, who stuck out his tongue.

The three of them walked around and approached the cave entrance close to the edge of the clearing.

There are two large wooden cages near the door in the cave. The cages have been dyed dark red by an unknown liquid and exude a disgusting smell.

A shirtless man was leaning against the cage, holding a machete in his hand, as if on guard.

In Colorado in July, the daytime temperature is only around 20 degrees Celsius. The temperature difference between morning and evening is huge, and it can be as low as about 10 degrees at night. These people were all shirtless. I really don’t know what they were thinking.

Chen Jianqiu took out the dagger. This dagger was specially selected for him by Browning yesterday. It was of moderate quality and had a sharp blade.

He threw the dagger.

The dagger was inserted into the man's head accurately, and the man fell down without saying a word.

The three of them quickly approached. Chen Jianqiu pulled out the dagger, wiped it on his clothes, and put it back into the scabbard.

He took off the shotgun from his back and handed it to Sean. This time it was his turn to be at the front. After all, the dark cave was his home field.

Asuka took out the Indian tomahawk, and he picked up the machete that the guard dropped on the ground.

He tore off a piece of cloth from the man's pants and wrapped the machete around his hand.

The cave was dark and lightless, and the three of them bent forward slowly, trying not to make any sound from their footsteps.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from the cave, mixed with a foul and fishy smell.

It seems that this cave is open and has at least two exits.

Walking further inside, there was light at the end of the corridor. The three of them clung to the cave wall and approached the bright corner.

Sean walked at the front and looked inside.

There was a natural platform inside with a bonfire burning on it. Next to the bonfire stood a cross. A man in his fifties was tied to the cross and stripped naked from top to bottom.

Next to him was a fat man with a sharp knife in his hand. He waited for the water on the campfire to boil, then disemboweled the man on the shelf, cut into pieces and boiled the soup.

Two people were sitting around the campfire, mumbling something, and another person was rummaging for something in the box on the other side. There was a gun beside him.

Sean gestured to the two people behind him, indicating that everyone in the cave was not looking this way.

So Chen Jianqiu decided to take action immediately, otherwise, they would have to clean up the internal organs of the archaeologist.

Chen Jianqiu and Feiniao reached under the table, while Sean went around behind the man who was rummaging through the box.

This time, it was the gun in Sean's hand that went off first. Inside the cave, the sound of the gunshot was like thunder. The person who was hit fell on the box. There were blood holes behind him and he was completely cold.

Sean was knocked back a few steps by the recoil.

"Boss, your shot is too powerful."

Chen Jianqiu had no time to pay attention to him. He and Feiniao rolled up from the shadows under the table.

His knife went directly towards the fat man with the weapon in his hand. The fat man was chopped to the ground before he could react. His huge body fell towards the bonfire, knocking over the pot.

A pot full of boiling water was poured on the fat man, and screams of "ouch" echoed in the cave.

Chen Jianqiu aimed at the aorta in his neck and stabbed him again, blood splattered on his face. The fat man quickly stopped moving.

When the man next to him saw the man flipped up, his first reaction was to touch the weapon next to him, but Feiniao raised the ax and dropped the hand holding the weapon to the ground. Then he used the ax with his backhand to kill the man. life,

Seeing that the situation was not good, the last person ran away. Before he could take a few steps, Chen Jianqiu's dagger had already flown over.

The man was struck and fell forward.

The group is destroyed.

"Save people." Chen Jianqiu said as he rushed towards the cross.

The three people struggled to lift the old man off the cross and put him on the stone. Chen Jianqiu found some water and drank it for him.

"Cough, cough..." With a violent cough, the old man choked and woke up. When he saw Chen Jianqiu with blood on his face in front of him, he rolled his eyes and seemed to have fainted again.

Chen Jianqiu took a closer look. The old man's eyes were closed tightly, but his body and hands were still shaking.

It turned out that he was pretending to be dead, and Chen Jianqiu motioned to Sean to wake him up.

Sean slapped him roughly, and the old man immediately woke up and covered his head with his hands:

"Oh, don't hit me, don't hit me. Give me everything I have."

"We are not robbers." Chen Jianqiu said calmly.

"Then, am I dead? Oh, God, are you the angels sent by Him to save me?" The old man changed his explanation.

"Your God's angels are definitely not yellow, and their faces are definitely not stained with blood. Of course, they will not come to save you." Chen Jianqiu snorted, "Okay, stop pretending and get up quickly."

He found the old man's clothes from the cabinet and threw them to him to put on.

"I thought you weren't religious." Sean muttered.

"Well, it's not that I don't believe it, I just don't believe those rural legends." The old man put on his clothes, and after making sure that the three people had no ill intentions towards him, his spirit returned to normal.

He seems to be a character who has seen the world.

"These people are so terrifying. I have only heard legends about these people in the south of the United States. They used to live in the city, but for some reason they got into the woods, and then tortured and killed passing travelers and ate their flesh." The old man said. I still have some lingering fears.

"What's your name?" Chen Jianqiu looked at the old man who had returned to normal. At this time, he was looking for something in the cave.

"My name is William, William Henry Holmes." The old man was still rummaging through the cabinet.

"Are you an archaeologist?" Chen Jianqiu was a little doubtful. He suddenly remembered that the person in front of him seemed to be very famous in American history.

This is the man who successfully explored Yellowstone.

However, according to age, shouldn't he be only 35 years old now?