When I asked to take the slaves away, I originally planned to take this opportunity to go to the slave warehouse of the loader's neck to see if I could find those people who escaped by chance in Shisongzhuang.

But to my disappointment, there was nothing I wanted among these people.

"Guardian, why don't you have women and children here?"

I questioned the fat man in front of me, although I was not much taller than him, but a momentum suppressed him, making him look up like a mountain of Tai and could only look up.

The fat guard swallowed his saliva and said carefully: "Dear...Dear guests, what we need here is sufficient labor. Women and children cannot become qualified personnel, and we do not intend to let slaves reproduce, so from the beginning, there is only... "

When I heard his answer, I guessed that there should be some unfortunate stories here. Before this was established, this rule was probably decided. And the fate of those women and children is self-evident.

But this surprised me a little.

According to Burnett, he found traces of women and children being plundered in his secret hiding place under the granary. At that moment of crisis, all the men gathered in the square of Shisongzhuang, and there was no doubt that they had hidden women and children, who were unable to resist.

But the loading hand collar never leaves slaves to women and children, so where will these missing people go? Did the clues be completely cut off here?

I looked at the sunshine in the sky and judged the time. I felt that there was not much time in my plan. If I delayed it, there would be more variables. It seemed that the progress must be accelerated.

I pretended to be angry and pushed the fat man guard, and shouted at him angrily: "Damn ants, you dare to block me? Do you want me to tell all the truth about the matter to you the lords here?"

After the fat guard fell to the ground, he crawled forward for a while, circled around me in a mess, hid behind the row of slaves, and said in horror: "No... I don't know at all... what you mean!"

I beat a long steel halberd, and cut off a cold halberd tip from his face.

"What does it mean? If you put this garbage in front of me, do you think I can't even see the pros and cons?"

The old man in the flower clothes behind me saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly came up to me and begged, "Dear guest, you must have had any misunderstandings! Lucaller Visca has always been a recognized and honest person in the town, and they brought them all the youngest and strongest slaves here, and there is no intention of evasion!"

I said to the people present in a cold tone: "Honest? I think your perception of honesty may need to be redefined. The ones he brought out are young and middle-aged people, but you said these are qualified slaves? I'm afraid they don't even count as animals, right?"

It’s not that I discriminate against the people present, nor that I have a erotic look at the tragic believers in front of me, but from the perspective I see, these people can see at a glance, and they all have big and small problems...

"The person in front."

I pointed at the man standing in the front row, and as I watched intently, a translucent panel slowly unfolded in my field of view, and information that others could not see was presented to me without reservation.

"Depression! This person has never been happy and has a moderate tendency to self-harm. Even if everything is good, it is difficult for him to have a good mood!"

I lifted his dirty arm with a long halberd, which was densely covered with scars left by the knife. During the whole process, this gloomy man looked at me with a lifeless expression, like a long-decaying corpse.

"Second!"

I came to another man with a little distorted facial features, took out a candle from the room, and saw the slave's eyes full of sick and greedy expression, and his originally silent eyes came alive in an instant.

"Arson maniac! This man was obsessed with flames because of his childhood misfortune and never put out fires. To relieve the stress, he often wanted to set fires around like a carnival, and more often when he was in a low mood."

Through his movements, everyone present saw a large piece of hideous scar on his face covered with flames.

"Third!"

I walked to the third person. He stayed in place like a marble statue, motionless, as if he had stopped breathing. But as I kicked him to the ground and collided with the fat guard, everyone present saw it. The man opened his mouth suddenly, and saliva flowed down his black teeth...

"People cannibal! This man grew up in a desert town. When he was young, he learned that eating people is a bad and wrong thing. But a long time ago, he tried it... and then it felt very good."

I took a quick look and found that the young and middle-aged people here are all kinds of strange characters, with all kinds of strange characters, and their only feature is that they do not have a positive attribute.

There are addictive obsessions, psychopathy, severe neuroticism, weak and sickly, schizophrenia, slow brain, cowardice, lazy work, and even the best attributes of ugly people.

According to the colonizer system, people with this attribute mean extremely ugly, and their faces are like paintings of mentally retarded children, which makes people unable to bear to look at them and avoid them. Even if they do nothing, people who see their appearance will be unable to help but beat him.

After reading this introduction, I didn't want to see what he looked like, for fear that I would beat him to death on impulse.

At this moment, all these miracles on earth were concentrated in front of me, waiting for my choice, called "strong slaves".

If I had no magical functions of the colonizer system and saw through the essence of these people, I would have a very likely chance of bringing a bunch of weirdos back to the tavern, and then living a happy life as a mental director and a disabled principal, exhausting my energy every day in a bunch of weirdos.

The cannibal may have not eaten meat for too long. Suddenly, he saw a fat food appear in front of him. The fragrance of the food suddenly floated over and couldn't control it for a moment and he rushed up and bitten wildly.

The fat guard was wearing guard's leather armor, protecting the main parts of the body. He only needed to cover his head with both hands to protect most of the organs.

However, for a hungry guy who is eager to start a meal, this defense is actually similar to the shell of a spicy crayfish, which is nothing more than having more fun before the meal. He bit his hand for a while but failed. He finally opened his mouth and bit the fat guard's big sticking butt, and a scream instantly cut through the sky!

"Save me, help me... save!!!"

He spoke in pain, and he rolled on the spot to break free from the bite. Suddenly, he felt the pain on his butt disappear, and quickly sat on the ground, never daring to raise his butt up and lie on the ground, and his eyes kept moving back with tears.

Just now, I took the life of a cannibal.

It’s not that I wanted to save this fat man, but that tragic believer behind him raised his head at some point and looked at the fat man’s butt with his eyes shining.

I always feel that it is very bad to not stop something that may happen...
Chapter completed!