The era is progressing, and the means of slave owners to control slaves are also improving. From the initial whip and chains, to the invisible shackles such as house slaves, car slaves, and card slaves, 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, and would fight hard whenever they had the opportunity, and even overthrow the slave owners; but now, many people have become slaves but I don't know, I'm still working hard, thinking that I can change my life and realize my ideals, but most people are still slaves. Those predators at the top of the food chain, they just need to move their mouths, they can turn these slaves from full to impoverished, and these plundered slaves can only consider themselves unlucky.
It has to be said that today's slave owners are indeed very clever, and they have fully mobilized the enthusiasm of the most slaves in their eyes, because only by letting these slaves work willingly can they maximize their wealth creation.
And these high-ranking slave owners have no mercy in their hearts, even if they have, they can't give alms to the slaves below.
"It's better to be with Youbang than with domestic slaves", 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 big deal.
"Okay, I'm very happy with this conversation with you." Qin Lang sneered, flicked his fingers, and dropped a little crimson flame on the back of Song Lian's hand.
The light of the fire was actually not very hot, and even felt a little cold, but after a while, it brought Song Lian pain that went deep into the bone marrow, and even his soul seemed to feel a kind of burning pain.
"Ah... you kid, what are you doing!" Song Lian exclaimed in pain.
Only then did the masters behind Song Lian react, and they shot at Qin Lang together, but they were easily kicked back by Qin Lang. Although these two were also masters at the level of martial saints, they were not at the same level as Qin Lang.
However, Qin Lang has no intention of killing them, at least not yet.
Song Lian's face turned blue from the pain at this moment, and he wanted to extinguish this spark at the first moment, but this spark was like a maggot attached to the bone, no matter what he did, it would not be extinguished, and Song Lian The pain caused by restraint is unimaginable.
"It's too cheap to kill you directly."
Qin Lang's tone was very calm, "After being burned to death by this red lotus karma fire, you hardly even have a reincarnation, it will completely burn your flesh and bones into ashes little by little. By the way, if you want to live, You should probably cut this arm off! But be quick, or it may be too late!"
Regarding how to torture people, Qin Lang is quite good at it.
For a person like Song Lian, Qin Lang thought that there was no need to give him a chance to be reincarnated, but seeing the scene where he was burned by the red lotus karma, Qin Lang thought it was pretty good. No matter how prominent this guy's family is, no matter how prosperous he was in China, but now this guy's wailing sounds like a slaughtered pig.
"Two trash... Hurry up and help! Put out the damn flames! - Don't cut off Lao Tzu's arm! It hurts me to death!" Song Lian cried out in pain.
"Don't worry, we will isolate the flame with stellar energy." One of the masters said, a little bit of stellar energy slashed over, ready to separate the flame from Song Lian's body, but the result was not optimistic. A little flame doesn't seem to work.
"It seems that only one piece of meat can be plucked out!" Another expert suggested.
Qin Lang was watching from the sidelines, and he did not prevent these people from saving Song Lian.
I thought it would be fine if I gouged out a piece of flesh, but that's not the case. I even gouged out a piece of flesh and skin, but that little spark still remained on Song Lian's body, which made Song Lian even more painful, and even he had already started. Howled endlessly.
"Little bastard... 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 that Qin Lang really wanted to kill him, because he always felt that Qin Lang couldn't be so unwise. Could it be that Qin Lang didn't know what the consequences would be if he killed him? ? Didn't he know that the entire Dragon Snake army and even his Poison Sect would be affected
Anyway, Song Lian thought that Qin Lang must be a lunatic, because only a lunatic would not weigh the power of the relationship. Even someone like Admiral Yan would have to make concessions. What is this kid? If he is not a lunatic , how could such a crazy decision be made
The rest of Song Lian's subordinates also participated in his treatment, but there was still no effect. This spark was like a flame released by a match, which seemed to be blown out with one breath, but strangely, this flame was It has never been extinguished, no matter how they toss. And the more he tossed, the bigger Song Lian's burnt area was. Now half of his palm had been burned, but the flames were still spreading.
"Damn...damn...what do you want! Tell me your conditions!" Song Lian thought that Qin Lang was so crazy that he just wanted to propose some conditions to get benefits from their family, because this was the only reasonable explanation.
"I don't have any conditions, I'm waiting for you to die here." Qin Lang's tone was calm and indifferent.
"Say! How on earth are you willing to take back this damn flame!" Song Lian almost roared in pain, this was the first time he had encountered such torture in his life.
"No way, I can't take it back." Qin Lang said, "Or, like I said before, how about cutting off your hand?"
"You..." Song Lian finally realized that Qin Lang didn't seem to be doing it for any condition, but purely for torturing him.
"Cut it—" 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 - I can't cut off Lao Tzu's hand! It hurts me to death!" Song Lian was in extreme pain at the moment, but the price was too high for him to give up an arm, so he discounted it, "From the wrist Do it—oh!"
As soon as Song Lian's words fell, his subordinates started to attack, so Song Lian's wrist was gone. However, the pain did not leave him, because at the broken part of the wrist, the damn flame was still burning, still deepening his pain.
Some subordinates have stuffed healing elixir into his mouth, and tried to relieve his pain by pressing acupuncture points, but this was of no avail, and the pain still followed, making Song Lian almost pass out from the pain passed.
Pain, not only from the body, but also from his soul.