Number One Ugly Husband

The slave owner couldn't believe that Bao Ye had the courage to encourage the slaves to rebel: "You want to lead them to rebel? Impossible, you will never succeed. There are many slave owners who are stronger than me, and it is impossible for more than 1000 of you to fight against me." Don’t listen to him as a slave owner, he is leading you to your own death, as long as you let me go, I’ll treat today’s incident as if it never happened…” Before he could finish speaking, Baoye felt his stomach Crush hard with your feet.

"If you don't try, how will you know it's impossible?" Bao Ye shouted to the slaves, "Since you want to have a new life, why are you waiting and killing him?"

"Yes, kill him, kill him." The slaves put down their work one after another, picked up bricks and various tools, and surrounded the slave owner.

The slave owner shouted in horror: "Deacon Zhou, Deacon Wu, come and stop them, come and save me."

There were only a dozen or so deacons present, and half of the deacons wished that the slave owners would die soon. Some deacons wanted to save them but couldn't deal with so many people.

Seeing this, Baoye immediately stopped them with a barrier.

The slaves walked up to the slave owner with bricks, and one of the slaves said angrily: "When my son was sick, he knelt for three days and three nights and begged you to save him. If you don't save him, forget it. Let him die before he dies." The deacon carried the man into the corpse pit and burned him with fire. He laughed and watched him being tortured to death by the fire, and then asked the cook to kill chickens and sheep for you to celebrate. Are you still a fucking human? If I don’t smash you to death today, you will I'm sorry for my dead son, I will make you pay for your life and send you to see my son."

The slave angrily raised the brick and smashed it hard on the slave owner's head. On the spot, the slave owner screamed, and a big hole was punched out of his forehead.

The slaves felt very happy when they heard the screams of the slave master.

The slave owner yelled in pain: "I was afraid that your son's disease would infect others, so I asked the deacon to carry him to burn him. I did this for your own good, and I didn't let you get sick and die. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Fucking fart, if you are for our good, you should take medicine to cure the child, not burn the child. At that time, many slaves were present, and when they saw the child being burned by the fire, they screamed horribly The sound made their hearts ache when they heard the sound, and beat the bastard to death."

Several slaves took bricks and smashed them down, and the slave owner yelled: "Don't smash it, don't smash it, I know it's wrong, I will correct it later, you are sick, I will take out the medicine as soon as possible Heal you."

"It's too late." The slaves kicked him hard a few times: "It's useless to say anything now, if you don't kill you, it's hard to vent our hatred for everyone, right?"

"Yes, kill him, kill him, kill him."

A female slave resentfully picked up a shovel and slammed it into the bowl of the slave owner's right foot: "When I was eight months pregnant, you kicked the child to death with this foot, just because your construction site is not good enough. Need a child, the child will waste your food, so you have to kill him, hehe, since you don’t need it, why didn’t you kill him when I was just pregnant, but when he has turned into a human form and I am about to give birth I just want to kick him to death. He is a living little life. He is my child. It's not that my life is hard, I will die in your hands, although I wanted to die at the time, but now I am glad that I can survive and kill you alive."

The female slave angrily pulled out her shovel and stabbed the slave owner's ankle several times.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh') "If you want to kill me, just kill me."

"It's too cheap for you to die like this." A slave snatched the whip from Baoye's hand, pointed at the slave owner and said, "This is the whip, you beat us every day with this whip, in order for us to taste Considering the strength of your whip, in order to see the pain we suffered from your whip, you specially added sharp thorns to the whip, using it every day to torture you to death, and you are only happy when you hear our screams."

He pulled up the clothes on his body, revealing the dense whip wounds, many of which were hooked out by sharp thorns, and hung on his body, "Open your dog eyes and see how many new and old whip wounds we have on our bodies, Now we will use this whip to give you back. The slave put down his clothes angrily, picked up the whip and whipped it fiercely towards the slave owner's body. The crackling sound made the slaves very excited: "Haha, dear master, how it feels to be whipped How about it?Are you comfortable?Are you happy?You scream, the more you scream, the happier we are. "

The other slaves also tried their best to toss the slave master. They were very excited when they heard the slave master's screams, but within 10 minutes, the slave master was tortured to the point of being inhuman.

Deacon Zhou, who has always been loyal to him, looked at it, but he couldn't recognize the man on the ground as his master. His face was covered with blood, and he was smashed to pieces. There was no good flesh on his body. This made him realize that the slaves made On the contrary, the slaves, who are quite terrifying] still didn't give up, whipped the front of the slave, then turned the slave over and whipped the back, until the slave owner was about to die before someone shouted to stop.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting."

A slave asked angrily, "Why didn't you fight?"

"He is about to die, and before he dies, he must also taste the feeling of being burned to death."

"Okay." Someone took out a barrel of gas oil in the truck and poured it on the slave owner, and lit a fire again. With a bang, the slave owner caught fire.

"Ah-ah!" The slave owner's body was sizzling, and he tried his best to roll on the ground a few times without putting out the fire, and finally died in the fire, and his body was reduced to ashes little by little.

"Haha, the slave master is dead, the slave master is finally dead." More than 1000 slaves reveled.

Looking at the charred corpse, Bao Ye evoked an evil smile, he can get rid of annoying people without him doing it, right?

He said to the happy slaves: "Should we free more slaves?"

"Yes, there are many slaves suffering like us waiting for us to rescue them, brothers and sisters, let's get in the car and save people."

Deacon Zhou and Deacon Wu stared blankly at the slaves rushing towards the truck.

Bao Ye said to the deacons who stood still: "You didn't kill the slave owner, but watching the slave owner being killed by the slave is equivalent to being an accomplice. It is useless to go back and find other slave owners. We will say that you took the lead Rebels, the slave owners will not let you go, now you only have two choices, one is to escape from here, and the other is to help the slaves rescue other slaves."

Deacon Zhou and Deacon Wu thought about it, and thought it would be better to flee here immediately, maybe the other slave owners thought they died with their masters too.

They quickly got into the car and drove out of the city.

Bao Ye sneered: "What a coward."

He teleported to the place where the high-level slaves lived nearby, and sent a voice transmission to all the high-level slaves: "The slaves have started rebelling and rushing to a factory near your dormitory. As high-level slaves with awakened abilities, you are ashamed to continue hiding in the dormitory Won't you go out and help?"

"What? Rebellion? Who rebelled?" When the senior slaves heard the sound transmission, they all stood up and looked at each other who led the rebellion?

"I do not know."

"Who was talking just now?"

"I don't know, it's not me, I didn't speak."

"Is someone really rebelling?"

"Go and see if you don't know."

The high-ranking slaves hurried to the nearest factory and saw a large group of slaves rushing in with various tools, and any deacon who dared to resist rushed over to beat the deacon.

The supernatural power of the deacon is not very high, and he can deal with five or six people at the same time at most, if there are more, it will not work. Facing thousands of slaves, they have no backhand power at all, and they are beaten black and blue in a few seconds.

The slaves in the factory were frightened by the sudden rush of slaves, not knowing how to react.

The slave who rushed in shouted: "Brothers, we have worked so hard for the slave master, and in the end we still have to be beaten, scolded and punished by the slave. We have never been free, and even our lives are held in the hands of the slave master. Therefore, we We can no longer be weak, and we can no longer continue to work hard for slave owners. We must stand up and be our own masters. As long as we unite, we can defeat the slave owners. Look at the deacons on the ground as the best example. As long as we work together, we can kill them. A deacon with divine power, as long as we are united, nothing else will matter."

The slaves in the factory were still afraid and hesitant, but under the hypnotic power of Bao Ye who came behind, they also shouted excitedly: "Down with the slave owners, overthrow the slave system."

Originally, there were more than [-] slaves, but with the addition of factory slaves, it became more than [-]. They drove again to the next destination.

The senior slaves who were watching outside the factory looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Are they really going to rebel?"

"They all beat the deacon, and they said they would go to the next destination to rescue other slaves. If it wasn't a real rebellion, what should we do? Shall we rebel together?"

The senior slaves looked to their boss.

The boss squinted his eyes and thought for a while: "If things get serious, we can also rebel together."

"The slave owners are so powerful, can we succeed in rebellion?"

"Excellent?" The boss sneered, "Is there something you don't know?"

"what's up?"

The boss asked them: "Do you still remember the slave girl who made the planting method called jujube for us?"

"Of course I remember, if it weren't for her help, we] would definitely starve in winter, boss, why did you suddenly mention her?"

"Before she left, she once secretly told me one thing."