It was a middle-aged man riding a scrawny horse, covered in dust from the road.
No one knew how long it had been since his hair and beard had been trimmed. He looked utterly worn-down, yet the eyes hidden beneath the shadow of his hat brim occasionally swept over his surroundings with the ferocity of a predator sizing up prey, like someone selecting goods in a supermarket.
Su Ming did not know Saint Killer's current state. Was he still immersed in the memories of the past? Or had he realized that he was trapped in a recurring dream?
But the moment he saw that look in the man's eyes, the Mercenary understood.
If Saint Killer possessed only his memories from back then, his gaze should have been anxious. He should have immediately rushed to the pharmacy to buy medicine and save his wife and daughter.
But he did not. There was only one thought in his eyes: kill. He wanted to kill everyone here.
"Looks like I'll have to use the backup plan." Su Ming sighed, set Bobo down, and found a wooden barrel for him to hide in. "The original plan won't work. Saint Killer is 'dreaming while awake' right now. His mind is filled with hatred, and he won't be buying medicine anymore."
In the original history, after buying the medicine, he had felt a little thirsty and gone into a bar for some water and food. The "heroes" who had slaughtered Native Americans had been celebrating there too, vividly describing how they had raped native women before killing them, then scalped them for money. He felt sick after hearing it, which led to a conflict. He was knocked unconscious, and that delayed him.
"What do we do, then?" Bobo poked his head out of the barrel, holding