"Please let me go... I really didn't mean it... I just wanted to live a good life in this ghost place..."

The fat guard knelt in front of me in tears, without reservation, like a self-destructive madman, telling all his tricks over the years, and the people around him were stunned.

The old man in flowery clothes stood beside him dumbfounded, as if he heard a huge joke. He opened his mouth and breathed in but couldn't squeeze out a word. After a while, he whispered: "I must be dreaming... Such a person has deceived everyone for so many years? No, I must be dreaming..."

After saying that, he twisted his arm hard, but his expression was still motionless. Then he gritted his teeth and twisted it. He found that there was no feeling at all. He quickly let out a breath and said with gratitude: "Hahaha... It's true that he was dreaming, a false alarm... a false alarm..."

But then, a shocking shout broke out from the side: "Ah!!! It hurts so much!!!"

The old blacksmith pinched his hand and accidentally... Well, we don't determine whether he was intentionally or unintentionally, landing on the arm of the bald man who was also dazed. His hands that had been slapping in his entire life did not weaken due to his old age, and it was like a pair of iron pliers twisting hard on his apprentice's arm.

During the first attack, the bald man was still in the nerve transmission stage. He instantly grew up and took a breath of air conditioning. Before the sound could be transmitted from his throat. But the second more powerful attack came soon, instantly breaking through his pain limit. His nerves even broke down due to the pain for a moment and lost their ability to react.

But in the dull pain of numbness, he felt that the skin on his arms was pulled and poked like a plastic bag, and the bonding between the skin and muscles was instantly torn apart. The skin on his hands turned into a piece of rag, and he fell to the ground and rolled on the ground in an instant, leaving only the stunned old man in flowery clothes alone.

It turns out that the master and apprentice are like father and son. Such operations are like flowing water. I really don’t know how many times they have practiced them.

But the farce here also alarmed the stunned slaves.

The slaves who had originally hid in the corner of this yard and were snooping into the slave heads and invaders in fear, had already transformed into rows of stone statues, and there was no trace of spirit on their rough skin, as if they were all poor people who transformed into salt pillars because of witnessing God's miracles.

They did not whisper or clamor. All the slaves calmed down at the same time, looking at the fat guard on the ground with their lost eyes.

"Fatty, aren't you afraid that other guards will expose you?" I asked.

The fat man who was sniffing on the ground said with tears in his eyes: "I drove away all the other guards. They were only responsible for on duty in the guard tower... No one except me would like to deal with these stinky slaves. Occasionally, curious people were scared away by the slaves I placed at the door and had no interest in entering."

Oh, no wonder there is such a large group of weirdos next to the guard tower. In front of these strong madmen, the lonely guards may not be their opponents. This is like walking in the abnormal human research center with bare hands. Where can I still have the mood to study what kind of mental illness the patient next to me is?

I took a rough look at the people in front of me and found that their character attributes were very different from those just now. Although they did not have any special attributes of eye-catching, they were not debuffed at least. At the same time, their character experiences were mostly the experiences of urban residents, and they all had identities such as farmers, apprentices, blacksmiths, and carpenters, which were completely different from those of the bandits and pirates outside.

Unfortunately, after checking these people, I had already checked all the slaves in the loading hand collar, and none of them were residents from Shisongzhuang. Judging from the mental collapse of the fat man in front of me, it was unlikely that he would hide anything from me, and it was even more impossible that he would hide the slaves above the ground that I could not find - there might be some hidden underground, but I didn't know how many complete bones were left.

The slaves here are all old models that are more than five years old, without a warranty or after-sales service. The overall situation is not good, and they look neither energetic nor valuable. Even the slaves hidden like a fat guard is just a group of slaves who are slightly willing to work hard and are of no use to me.

Farming? I can support an army myself.

Ironmaking? Have you ever seen iron making with bare hands?

Raising animals? Sorry, the animals in my territory are not only proficient in emoticons, but also can also run away by themselves.

Looking at the embarrassing crops outside, I didn’t even have the interest to tell which plants these were. In this water-deficient and high-temperature place, I almost got half the effort with half the effort. The output and investment were extremely unbalanced. No matter how willing these people were to work, they could not make any waves, let alone now...

I spoke to the slave-headed man lying on the ground: "Don't you want to kill the man in front of you? He has deceived you for more than ten years and treats you as a cow or a horse."

The slave-headed man on the ground did not look up, sobbing there miserably with a feeling of sorrow that he was more than death.

What these people originally believed in seemed to be shattered, which may be trust in fat people, persistence in survival, or reason to deceive themselves into living.

Originally, they thought that they could protect their lives by working hard. Although this idea was humble, it was already the last value of their unfortunate life. Such behavior was the same as the sacrificial activities of the primitive tribe, ignorant and pious, and they wanted to devote their body and mind to escape the cruel reality in front of them.

But today, what they believe is broken. When they find themselves, like the slaves outside, just one of ordinary ants, they feel not relaxation, but despair from the heart and the anger being exploited.

But what can they do if they put themselves in their shoes? Even though their faith has been falsified, they have supported them for more than ten years. No matter how much incompetent and rage is, they cannot withstand the despair and the helplessness of where to go.

"Stand up and answer me!"

I suddenly made a sound, which scared everyone around me. The fat man who was lying in the same place jumped up with a tremor, but found that I was not in his direction, but instead aimed at the slave-headed man on the ground.

The slave head heard the sound but did not hear the subsequent conversation, so he raised his head in disbelief and looked at me with his misty eyes, his voice trembling and lost.

"Dear Lord... I am just a humble slave and I am not worthy of talking to you... Please allow us to be the most ordinary slave in your territory in the future..."

I really won’t stand after kneeling for a long time!
Chapter completed!