Is the ability of the Guatan tribe to grant immortality to others? When everyone saw the slaves who were supposed to be dead, they were still blinking. Their hearts were like wheels that never stopped, keeping their bodies alive.
Fang Tianmu killed these people again and again, and finally got a little tired, and said angrily: "Just burn them all!"
Mu Ziyun immediately breathed out fierce fire, burning these slaves to nothing. The air was filled with the smell of burning. They stood in the yamen, waiting for the slaves to be resurrected. However, after more than ten breaths, everything was calm as before. It seemed that This time the slaves were dead.
"Is it over?" Mu Ziyun asked doubtfully, "Tiangong Dou is really not just a boast. It really has the ability. This kind of ability is much stronger than the 'demon' organization I met in my hometown. Although the 'demon' can Resurrection of the dead is not unlimited. Every time they are resurrected, the ability of the dead will be weakened, but I see that the slaves who cannot die have not become weaker, but have become more energetic, which is really weird."
"It's better to be careful," Huzi said: "The more evil the ability, the greater the weakness. Let's explore slowly." Then he turned to the little slave and said: "Girl, hurry up and lead the way!"
Everyone else in the yamen huddled in the corner. Zheng Zhenguan sat on the stone pier, turned his face away from Mu Ziyun and the others, hummed the bell, and walked out of the gate with his slaves in a swagger.
Fang Tianmu felt vaguely uneasy, and he said coldly: "I don't believe there is the ability to make people unable to die, but before and after, I can feel that the energy in those slaves has not changed in nature."
Kite continued: "That means that they do not have the alternation of life and death, but our attack can obviously kill them. There is a possibility. Maybe you can consider whether these slaves are dead in the first place?"
"What do you mean?" Mu Ziyun stared thoughtfully at the officer sitting aside. Unexpectedly, Mu Ziyun instantly penetrated the officer's chest with flames. The soldiers were frightened and started shouting. After fleeing out of the yamen, Kite said angrily: "Smelly wood, what are you doing? You kill people again!"
"Shhh" Mu Ziyun motioned for everyone to look over, "What you said makes sense, this guy is already dead."
"What?"
Everyone turned to look and saw that the official, who had died, had regrown flesh in the bloody hole in his chest. His expression was originally one of fear and unwillingness when he died, but he quickly regained his composure. After he came back to life, he sat quietly. On the stone pier, he was doing the same actions he was doing before, as if nothing had happened, or everything was happening as planned.
"Oh my God, what's going on? Is he also the slave of that guy just now?" Ling Ding moved in front of the official and reached out to touch him.
"Don't touch! Be careful!" Mu Ziyun pulled the bell back, and then said to everyone: "I guess the ability of the Guatan clan is to control dead people. In fact, these guys were already dead, but they were able to control them through special means. A certain degree of activity. The brilliance of this method is that the resurrected guy will completely become the puppet of the Guatan clan and have all the abilities before death. It seems that the Tayang Kingdom does not have two royal families, light and dark. The Guatan clan You should have regarded the Lu family as corpse slaves long ago!"
"We don't know how it was delivered. To be on the safe side, we should leave as soon as possible, lest the air is mixed with stolen goods and affect our health." Huzi led everyone out of the Yamen gate. The people who had gathered at the gate had already There were no people around, and the empty streets looked very desolate. However, the cool autumn breeze made everyone feel panicked.
"Master, I remembered a place, Du Xiaoyue might be there."
"Oh? Lead the way!"
There is a large palace in a small town. From the servants at the door to the maids in the house, they are all beautiful girls. The youngest is only eleven years old and the oldest is only twenty-three years old. Just pick one of them and you will be able to do it. Shame on Peony.
The old man knelt in front of Mr. Tan. The sweat on his forehead dripped on the stone slab. He raised his head tremblingly and said cautiously: "Sir, I haven't done anything to disgrace you. Your little daughter serves you day and night." You and I, please do your duty and be filial, I hope you, for the sake of my daughter, will spare my life!"
Mr. Tan took a sip of tea, pursed his lips, and without lowering his eyes, stepped forward and said: "I didn't say I wanted to kill you, but I'm tired of playing with your daughter. I called you here to ask you to Take it back."
After hearing this, the old man was overjoyed, kowtowed quickly and shouted: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!" Then his head was filled with confusion, and he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately slapped his mouth a dozen times, with red blood oozing from his teeth. , kowtowed loudly, and said in mourning: "It's the villain who has no good discipline and ruined your mood, sir. You deserve to die, you villain, you deserve to die! My little daughter is not serving you properly, so let her be a servant of a pig or a dog." , I will serve you my Lord for the rest of my life."
"Ah, she has done well." Mr. Tan licked his lips charmingly, and then said, "Take her back."
"Yes!" The old man kowtowed and stopped talking.
After a while, a woman walked out from the back of the house. She looked like nineteen years old and was dressed gorgeously, but her face was dull. Mr. Tan didn't say anything to the woman, and the woman knelt down beside the old man obediently.
Half an hour later, the old man led his daughter out of Mr. Tan's office. After a few miles, the old man wiped the blood on his forehead and said with a smile: "These days are over, my daughter, you have not earned much these days." Master, I have saved a lot. Our family will go out to sea tomorrow by boat, find a strange place, find a good family, and marry you. No one will recognize us, hehehehe."
"Daughter? Daughter? Why don't you say anything?" The old man turned his head in surprise and found his daughter staring at him, but her eyes were very strange and straight, which startled the old man. "Why are you staring at me? Dad is talking to you, huh? Girl?"
The little daughter's face twitched, and then began to rot and fall off. The change was so rapid that the old man was at a loss. The old man exclaimed: "Daughter, what happened to you? Daughter, don't scare me!" The old man was scared and slowly moved his feet back. The little daughter moved her body stiffly and walked towards the old man. The old man was frightened. He fell to the ground, moved his butt back, and cried: "Don't come over, my dear, please spare your life, don't come over, woo woo dad doesn't want this, woo woo, don't come over!"
His poor little daughter was reduced to a puddle of rotten flesh before she even reached her father. The old man's crotch smelled so bad that he was so frightened that he lost his soul.
In that mansion, several female slaves pushed a fifteen-year-old girl to Mr. Tan. Mr. Tan reached out and touched the little girl's buttocks first, frowned, and then pressed his face against the girl's. After raising her breasts, she looked a little annoyed. She turned around and picked up a dagger from the table. The girl's face was full of tears and she looked childish. She was a virgin who had just been captured from somewhere else. Her beauty was of the upper class. The little girl was in shock. She knew that she had been admitted to Tan Mansion and her survival depended on the fate of the day. She was already prepared in her heart.
Mr. Tan pointed the dagger at the center of the girl's chest, and inserted it gently like that. Even the blood sprayed out seemed elegant and weak. The little girl fell down in horror. She thought she would die, but she didn't expect it. She died like this. How could this happen? She was captured, but she was not raped or trained as a slave. So why did they capture her?
Mr. Tan looked at the girl on the ground indifferently, watching her blood slowly drying up, watching her eyes gradually lose their light, and she finally died and became a cold corpse. However, after a few breaths, the blood on the ground disappeared, and the girl stood up. Her face still had a childish look, and there was no change from her previous appearance. In fact, from her eyes, you could see the girl's... Shy.
The female slave next to her untied the little girl's clothes. Mr. Tan grabbed the girl's breasts with one hand, lowered his head and bit it, making a humming sound as if he was enjoying it. The little girl was tender, with tears rolling in her eyes, and her legs Shaking, obviously scared, Mr. Tan opened his mouth, licked his lips, laughed a few times, and then sighed softly: "This still tastes good, hum hum. Nothing can be better than a corpse." What’s more delicious?”
"What? What kind of corpse?" The little girl shyly covered her body with her hands, her red face kept low, she didn't dare to look up and only looked at her feet.
Mr. Tan pulled the little girl to sit on his lap, then groped her restlessly with his hands, and said gently: "You have no right to speak without the permission of the master. This is the first lesson you will learn. Remember Are you staying?"
"Yeah" the little girl nodded shyly, put her hands down and no longer covered them. Everything seemed so normal, yet so weird.
A few days later, Huzi and his party arrived at the entrance of a certain mine. They evaded pursuit by officers and soldiers along the way. The official of that small town reported them to the court as evil thieves. The royal family knew that "Xia" killed the Guatan tribe. After becoming a slave, he was furious and issued a nationwide sea arrest order, vowing to wipe out the "Xia" organization.
"Why this? Isn't this a mine? Isn't there anyone there?" Huzi looked around, but saw no trace of anyone.
"Master, the slaves are all underground. Once they get to the ground, they won't have a chance to come out. They have been digging inside. Maybe someone will go down to mine once every six months, or maybe a few years later, the slaves will die. , just throw it aside at will. The living slaves must continue to mine. There is a plant that grows in the veins, and they rely on that for food. If they want to survive, they have to mine."
