The slave owners couldn't believe that Bao Ye dared to incite the slaves to rebel: "You want to lead them to rebel? Impossible, you can't succeed. There are many slave owners who are more powerful than me, and it is impossible for you to fight with more than 1,000 people. I've got the slave owner, don't listen to him, he's leading you to find your own way, as long as you let me go, I'll treat today's events as never happened..." Before he could finish his words, Bao Ye's stomach was slammed into the air. Squeeze hard with your feet.
"How do you know it's impossible if you don't try." Baoye shouted to the slaves, "Since you want to have a new life, why are you still waiting to kill him."
"Yes, kill him, kill him." The slaves sent their work, 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 more than a dozen deacons present, and half of the deacons wished the slave owners died soon. Some deacons wanted to save but couldn't deal with so many people, so they hurried back to the landowners where the slave owners lived to move rescue soldiers.
Seeing this, Bao Ye immediately stopped them with a barrier.
The slaves walked to the slave owner with bricks, and one of the slaves said angrily: "When my son was sick, he knelt down for three days and three nights begging you to save him. The deacon carried the person into the corpse pit and burned him with fire, laughing and laughing as he watched him tortured to death by the fire, and then let the cook kill chickens and sheep for you to celebrate, are you still a fucking human? If you don't feel sorry for my dead son, I want you to pay for your life and send you to see my son."
The slave angrily raised the brick and smashed it hard at the slave owner's head. On the spot, the slave owner screamed and a big hole was smashed out of his forehead.
The slaves were very happy when they heard the screams of the slave owners.
The slave owner cried out in pain: "I'm afraid that your son's disease will infect others, so I will ask the deacon to take him and burn him. I'm doing this for your own good, so that you won't get sick and die. Is this also wrong?"
"You fucking fart, if you're doing it for our own good, you should take medicine to heal the child, not burn the child. There were many slaves present at the time, and when they saw the child being burned by the fire, they let out a shrill cry. Hearing this, they were heartbroken and beat this beast to death."
Several slaves took the bricks and smashed them down, the slave owner shouted: "Don't smash it, don't smash it, I know it's wrong, I'll fix it in the future, if you are sick, I'll take out the medicine as soon as possible. to heal you."
"It's too late." The slaves kicked him fiercely: "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 slave owner's right foot bowl: "When I was eight months pregnant, you kicked the child in my womb to death with this foot, just because you didn't work at the construction site. If you need a child, the child will waste your food, so you have to kill him, hehe, since you don't need it, why not kill him when I was just pregnant, but when he has turned into a human shape and is about to give birth I just want to kick him to death. He is a living little life. He is my child. He died before he had time to drink a sip of milk. Do you think you are hateful? Do you think you should die? It's not that my life is hard, and 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 took the shovel and slammed it into the slave owner's ankle several times.
"Ah, ah," the first time the slave owner tasted the taste of being tortured, it was simply life as good as death: "If you want to kill, just kill me."
"It's too cheap for you to die like this." A slave grabbed the whip from Bao Ye's hand, pointed at the slave owner, and said, "This is the whip, you beat us with this whip every day, so that we can taste it. As powerful as your whip is, in order to see the pain we get from your whip, you specially added sharp thorns to the whip, using it every day to torture you to the death, and you are only happy when you hear our screams."
He pulled up the clothes on his body, revealing the dense whip, and many flesh were hooked out by sharp thorns and hung on his body, "Open your dog's eyes and see how many new and old whip wounds we have on our bodies, Now we will use this whip to return the slave to put down his clothes angrily, pick up the whip and smack the slave master's body, the sound of slaps makes the slaves very excited: "Haha, dear master, the taste of being whipped. How about it? Are you comfortable? Are you not happy? You cry, the more you cry, the happier we are. "
The other slaves also used all their strength to toss the slave owner, and they were very excited when they heard the slave owner's screams, but within ten minutes, the slave owner 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 in blood, and he was smashed into potholes. There was no good flesh on his body, which made him realize that slaves made The slaves, who were actually quite terrifying on the contrary, did not give up, whipping the front, and then turning the slave over and whipping the back, until the slave owner was about to die before anyone called to stop.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting."
A slave asked angrily, "Why don't you fight?"
"He's about to die, and before he dies, he has to taste what it's like to be burned to death."
"Okay." Someone took out a barrel of gas oil from the truck and poured it on the slave owner, and then lit a fire. With a puff, the slave owner caught fire.
"A-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 turned into ashes little by little.
"Haha, the slave owner is dead, the slave owner is finally dead." More than a thousand slaves reveled.
Bao Ye looked at the scorched corpse and evoked a wicked smile. He could solve the annoying person without his hands, couldn't he
He said to the delighted slaves: "Should everyone save more slaves?"
"Yes, there are still many slaves who suffer 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.
Baoye said to the deacons who were standing still: "You didn't kill the slave owners, but watching the slave owners killed by the slaves is equivalent to an accomplice, it's useless to go back to other slave owners, we will say you take the lead. If you rebel, the slave owners will not let you go, and now you only have two choices, one is to escape from here, and the other is to help the slaves to rescue other slaves together."
Deacon Zhou and Deacon Wu thought for a while and thought that it would be better to escape from here immediately. Maybe other slave owners thought they died with their masters.
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 already begun to rush to a factory near your dormitory. As high-level slaves with awakened abilities, you have the nerve to continue to hide in the dormitory. Can'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 took the lead in rebelling
"I do not know."
"Who was talking just now?"
"I don't know, it's not me, I didn't speak."
"Did anyone really rebel?"
"Go and see if you don't know."
The senior slaves hurried to the nearest factory and saw a large group of slaves rushing into it with various tools. If any deacon dared to resist, they rushed over to beat the deacon.
The deacon's divine power is not very high, at most five or six people can be dealt with at the same time, if there are more, they will not be able to do it. In the face of thousands of slaves, they have no backhand power at all, but they are beaten with bruises and bruises in a few seconds.
The slaves in the factory were stunned for a moment by the slaves who suddenly rushed in, not knowing how to react.
The slaves who rushed in shouted: "Brothers, we have worked hard for the slave owners, and in the end we will be beaten, scolded and punished by the slaves. We have never been free, and even our lives are in the hands of the slave owners. Therefore, we We can no longer be weak, we can no longer continue to work hard for the slave owners, we must rise up to be our own masters, as long as we unite, we can overthrow the slave owners. Look at the deacon on the ground is the best example, as long as we work together, we can kill A deacon with divine power, as long as we are united, nothing else will matter."
The slaves in the factory were originally afraid and hesitant, but under the hypnosis of Bao Ye's divine power, who came from behind, they also shouted excitedly: "Down with the slave owners and overthrow the slave system."
The original one-man team of slaves turned into four-man team with the addition of factory slaves. They drove again to the next destination.
The senior slaves watching outside the factory looked at each other.
"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's not a real rebellion, what should we do? Are we going to rebel together?"
The senior slaves looked at their boss.
The boss narrowed his eyes and thought for a while: "If things get bigger, we can also rebel together."
"The slave owners are so powerful, can we succeed in rebelling?"
"Amazing?" The boss sneered, "Is there something you don't know yet?"
"What's up?"
The boss asked them, "Do you remember the female slave who gave us a planting formation called jujube?"
"Of course I remember, if it wasn't for her help, we would definitely starve in the winter, boss, what did you suddenly mention about her?"
"Before she left, she secretly told me something."