Marvel's Cultivator

twilight

In the desert of Texas, a Harley was speeding on the empty road, and there was a green road sign not far away, which read:

XX town five miles ahead

In the evening, the roar of motorcycle engines sounded in the small town under the night. Johnny Blazer drove a Harley to a small grocery store. There are large and small goods on display, and it seems that there is only one black-haired young man watching the store.

"Hello, is there any water for sale?" Johnny Blazer asked, licking his chapped lips. During the journey, he had already drank all the water. Fortunately, the winter sun was not so fierce.

"Of course, Mr. Seven Dollars." The young man skillfully took out a bottle of mineral water and put it on the counter.

Johnny was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and asked again uncertainly: "What did you say? Seven dollars?!"

It was the first time he had seen such expensive water. You must know that the bottled drinking water in the supermarket was only about one dollar, and a small shop here actually sold it for seven dollars a bottle!

"Yes." The young man looked at Johnny very naturally and said, as if there was nothing wrong with the price.

Johnny picked up the bottle of water and looked at it carefully, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't see anything special, except that he didn't seem to have seen this brand before.

He thought about it for a moment, and told himself intuitively that this matter was not simple. He raised his eyes to the young man in front of him, and asked, "Is there anything special about this water? Drinking it, can it restore HP or something?"

"To you, sir, this is an ordinary bottle of water." The young man said without the slightest hesitation.

"Then why should I buy such an expensive one? There is a beer hall over there." Johnny weighed the drinking water in his hand and said, looking at the lighted beer hall not far away.

For seven dollars, at least two glasses of beer can be had.

The young man glanced at the beer hall following Johnny's gaze, and said indifferently: "Mr. Tonight will think it's worth it."

As soon as the words fell, Johnny froze. He blinked and turned his head slowly like a machine, his face full of vigilance.

"You know me? Who are you?"

The young man smiled relaxedly, raised his right hand and leaned on the counter to look at him and said, "I know you, but you don't need to know who I am, do you want anything?"

As he spoke, the young man pointed to the bottle of water beside him and asked.

Looking at this strange guy in front of him, Johnny always felt that this scene seemed to have been seen in a movie. Could it be that the devil wants to create a sense of ritual, and has Hollywood gone to hell?

But he let him think left and right, and he couldn't think of other possibilities.

Looking at the bottle of water in front of him, Johnny seemed to have made a decision. He picked up the water, unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and then screwed the cap back on.

"I want it."

As he spoke, he reached out and took out a wallet from the black leather jacket, took out a ten-dollar bill and slapped it on the counter, then turned around and rode a motorcycle to the beer hall not far away.

The beer hall, the place where various stories happened in western movies, behind the two small wooden swing doors is another world.

Compared to the coldness outside, the beer hall was extremely lively and noisy.

But at this moment, a figure pushed the door open. Johnny, wearing a black motorcycle jacket, walked straight to the high chair in front of the bar counter and sat down. The noise was also reduced a little.

Behind the counter, a bartender is wiping a large beer glass with a white cloth. He wears a pair of square rimless glasses, has a smooth forehead and a slightly bushy beard, and wears a long-sleeved white shirt and a black coat A suit vest, and a small bow tie around the collar.

Seeing the arrival of the guests, he took a quick look at Johnny, then put down his work and came to greet him in front of Johnny.

"Welcome, what kind of guests do you want?"

"A glass of beer, a big glass." Johnny said, perhaps because of anger or other reasons, he subconsciously entered here, as if he was a cowboy who had an appointment with someone for a duel.

Soon a large glass of beer was brought up, the bartender wiped the bottom of the glass with a white cloth, and placed it in front of him.

"Guest, your beer."

Looking at the thick foam of beer in front of him, Johnny frowned slightly, grabbed the handle of the glass and took a sip.

A slightly bitter taste came from the taste buds, just as imagined.

While drinking, he stroked the somewhat old tabletop with his fingers. After a while, he put down his glass and raised his hand to signal the bartender.

While wiping the glass, the bartender walked up to Johnny and asked, "What's your order, my guest?"

Johnny pursed his lips, brewed for a while, raised his head slightly to look around, then looked at the bartender and said, "I want to ask something."

The bartender seemed a little surprised, he grinned with a big beard on his mouth, and asked with interest: "What does the guest want to know?"

He thought this strange guest was very interesting, as if he came out of a movie. In fact, no one would inquire about secrets with the bartender in a beer hall, at least not now.

As for the plot in the western movie, he thinks that it was invented by an arms dealer to sell guns.

"It's about the church next to town," Johnny said.

Hearing this question, the bartender felt a bit difficult to answer. After all, the town itself is not famous, let alone the local church, and it is really confusing for an outsider to inquire about a deserted church.

After pondering for a while, he shook his head slightly and replied, "I'm not sure, that place has been abandoned for a long time, have you heard any strange legends?"

"Probably... count." Johnny thought for a while and said, then took a sip of beer, looked at the clock on the wall, the hour hand was pointing to eleven o'clock.

One hour left.

"Perhaps some of the guests here will know, do you need me to ask for you?" the bartender asked. In fact, the guests gathered here are basically people from the town, because there are basically no entertainment places in the town except for the beer hall.

"Okay." Johnny nodded in agreement.

"Okay, let me ask for you."

The bartender nodded and shouted loudly: "Daniel! This new guest wants to know the story of the church, maybe you can tell it!"

As soon as the voice fell, the noisy crowd was immediately attracted by the sound and cast their eyes one after another. A middle-aged man who was drinking beer turned his head and glanced at Johnny in front of the counter. Johnny smiled awkwardly and nodded to him. hint.

The uncle had a weird expression on his face. He tilted his head, looked at the ceiling, thought for a while and said, "What's the story about that? It's been deserted for a long time. There were no Christians here more than ten years ago."

He thought for a while and said, "It seems that because an oil company came to dig for oil, they picked up a small church, and then moved away, and the church was abandoned."

As he spoke, he took another sip of beer and said with a smile, "If you want to hear scary ghost stories, there are. It seems that someone has disappeared in it before, and some people say that there are demons living in it."

"Anyway, my mother scares me like that, hahahahaha!"

As he said that, all the guests present laughed, and the beer hall was full of joy.