Text Chapter 1721 The Fate of Slaves

As the times progress, so do the means by which slave owners control their slaves. From the initial whips and chains, to the invisible shackles of house slaves, car slaves, card slaves, etc., although the means are improving, the essence has not changed much.

The difference is that although slaves in the past were suppressed by whips and chains, they were always unwilling to be slaves. Whenever they had the opportunity, they would fight hard and even overthrow the slave owners; but now, many people have become slaves but They don’t know it, but they are still working hard, thinking that they can change their lives and realize their ideals. However, the vast majority of people are still destined to be slaves. The predators at the top of the food chain, with just a move of their mouths, can turn these slaves from abundant to destitute, and these slaves who have been plundered can only consider themselves unlucky.

It has to be said that these slave owners today are indeed very clever in their methods, and they have fully mobilized the enthusiasm of the slaves in their eyes, because only by allowing these slaves to work willingly can they create wealth to the maximum extent possible.

As for these slave owners who are above them, they have no mercy in their hearts. Even if they did, they would not be able to give alms to the slaves below.

"I would rather be a friend than a domestic slave", this is the face of a slave owner like Song Lian.

Therefore, for Song Lian, the first thing to ensure is their own interests. As for other ethnic groups and people, it is not a trivial matter.

"Okay, I'm very happy to have this conversation with you." Qin Lang sneered, and with a flick of his fingers, a little red firelight fell on the back of Song Lian's hand.

This bit of firelight was actually not very hot, and even felt a little cold, but after a moment, it brought pain that penetrated into Song Lian's bones, and even his soul seemed to feel a burning pain.

"Ah...you kid, what are you doing!" Song Lian shouted in pain.

Only then did the masters behind Song Lian react and attack Qin Lang together, but Qin Lang kicked him back easily. Although these two were also masters at the martial saint level, they were not at the same level as Qin Lang.

However, Qin Lang has no idea of ​​killing them, at least not yet.

Song Lian's face turned blue in pain now. He wanted to extinguish this spark immediately, but this spark was like a maggot attached to the bone. No matter what he did, it would not be extinguished, and Song Lian would not be extinguished. The pain caused by depression is unimaginable.

"It would be too cheap to kill you directly."

Qin Lang's tone seemed very calm, "After being burned to death by this red lotus karma fire, you will hardly even be reincarnated. It will completely burn your skin, flesh and bones to ashes little by little. By the way, if you want to survive, You should probably cut off this arm! But do it quickly, otherwise it may be too late!"

Qin Lang is quite good at how to torture people.

For people like Song Lian, Qin Lang thought that there was really no need to give him a chance to reincarnate, but seeing him being burned by the red lotus fire, Qin Lang thought it was pretty good. No matter how prominent this guy's family is, no matter how famous he was in China, now this guy's wailing just sounds like a slaughtered pig.

"Two losers... hurry up and help! Put out this damn flame! - Don't cut off my arm! It hurts me to death!" Song Lian shouted in pain.

"Don't worry, we will isolate the flames with Gang Qi." One of the masters said, a little Gang Qi slashed over, preparing to separate the flames from Song Lian's body, but the result was not optimistic. A little flame doesn't seem to work.

"It seems we can only cut out a piece of meat!" Another expert suggested.

Qin Lang was watching from the side, and he did not prevent these people from rescuing Song Lian.

I thought that if a piece of flesh was cut out, it would be fine, but that was not the case. Even the flesh and skin were cut off, but that little spark still remained on Song Lian's body, which made Song Lian even more painful. He even started to Howling endlessly.

"Little beast...are you crazy! Do you really want to be our enemy..."

Song Lian was tortured to the point of collapse, but until now he didn't think Qin Lang really wanted to kill him, because he always felt that Qin Lang couldn't be so unwise. Didn't Qin Lang know what the consequences would be if he killed him? ? Doesn't he know that the entire Dragon Snake Army and even his Poison Sect will be affected?

Anyway, Song Lian thinks that Qin Lang must be a lunatic, because only a lunatic will not weigh the seriousness of this relationship. Even a person like General Yan has to make concessions. Who is this kid? If he is not a lunatic. , how could it be possible to make such a crazy decision?

The rest of Song Lian's men also participated in his treatment, but it still had no effect. This spark was like the flame released by a match. It seemed that it could be blown out with just one breath, but strangely, this flame was It never went out, no matter how hard they tried. The more he struggled, the bigger Song Lian was burned by the flames. Now half of his palms had been burned off, and the flames were still spreading.

"Damn...damn...what do you want! Tell me your conditions!" Song Lian thought that Qin Lang was so crazy and just wanted to put forward some conditions to get benefits from their family, because this was the only reasonable explanation.

"I have no conditions, I'm waiting for you to die here." Qin Lang's tone seemed calm and indifferent.

"Say! How on earth are you willing to take back this damn flame!" Song Lian was almost roaring in pain. This was the first time in his life that he had encountered such torture.

"There is no way, I can't take it back." Qin Lang said, "Otherwise, as I said before, how about just cutting off your hand?"

"You..." Song Lian finally realized that Qin Lang didn't seem to be doing it for any conditions, but purely to torture him.

"Cut it off -" Qin Lang said to the two warriors next to Song Lian, "He can't make this decision. Maybe you can make this decision for him."

"No - you can't cut off my hand! It hurts me to death!" Song Lian was in extreme pain at the moment, but if he had to give up an arm, the price would be too high, so he made a discount and said, "From the wrist Start here—oh!”

As soon as Song Lian finished speaking, his men took action, so Song Lian's wrist was gone. However, the pain did not leave him, because at the broken point of the wrist, the damn flame continued to burn, still deepening his pain.

Some of his subordinates had stuffed healing elixirs into his mouth, and tried to relieve his pain with acupuncture, but it was of no avail. The pain still followed, making Song Lian almost faint from the pain. It's past.

The pain came not only from his body, but also from his soul.