The times are advancing, and the means of slave owners controlling slaves are also improving, from the initial leather whip and chains, and gradually to the current invisible shackles such as house slaves, car slaves, and kanu, although the means are progressing, the essence has not changed much.
The difference is that although the former slaves were suppressed by leather whips and chains, they were always unwilling to be slaves, and would fight hard at the first opportunity, and even overthrow the slave owner; Nowadays, many people have become slaves but do not know it, and are still working hard, thinking that they can change their lives and realize their ideals, but the vast majority of people are still slaves.
The predators at the top of the food chain, they can move their mouths to turn these slaves from a lot of money to destitute, and these plundered slaves can only consider themselves unlucky.
It has to be said that these slave owners today are indeed very clever in their methods, and they can be regarded as fully mobilizing the enthusiasm of the most slaves in their eyes, because only by letting these slaves work willingly can they create wealth to the greatest extent.
And these high slave owners, they have no mercy in their hearts, and even if they have, they cannot give alms to the slaves below.
"I'd rather be friends than house slaves", these are the faces of slave owners like Song Yong.
Therefore, for Song Yong, the first thing to ensure is their own interests, and it is not a matter of any other nationality or people.
"Well, I'm having a good time talking to you."
Qin Lang sneered, and with a flick of his fingers, a little crimson fire fell on the back of Song Yong's hand.
This firelight was actually not very hot, and even had a cold feeling, but after a while, it brought pain deep into Song Yong's bone marrow, and even his soul seemed to feel a kind of burning pain.
"Ah, you kid, what are you doing," Song Yong exclaimed bitterly.
Only then did the masters behind Song Yong react and shot at Qin Lang together, but they were easily kicked back by Qin Lang, although these two people were also masters of the martial saint level, they were not at the same level as Qin Lang at all.
However, Qin Lang had no idea of killing them, at least not yet.
Song Yong's face turned blue in pain at this time, and he wanted to extinguish this spark as soon as possible, but this spark was like a maggot attached to the bone, no matter how he got it, it would not be extinguished, and the pain it brought to Song Yong was unimaginable.
"Kill you directly, it's too cheap."
Qin Lang's tone seemed very calm, "After being burned to death by this red lotus karmic fire, you will hardly even be reincarnated, it will completely burn your flesh and bones to ashes little by little.
By the way, if you want to live, you should probably chop off this arm, but do it quickly, otherwise it may be too late."
Regarding how to torture people, Qin Lang is still relatively good.
For a person like Song Yong, Qin Lang thought that there was really no need to leave him a chance to be reincarnated, but looking at the scene of him being burned by the fire of the Red Lotus Industry, Qin Lang felt that it was very good.
No matter how illustrious this guy's family was, no matter how glorious he was in China, but now this guy's wail sounds like a slain pig.
"Two wastes, hurry up and help, put out this damn flame, don't cut off Lao Tzu's arm, it hurts me," Song Yong exclaimed in pain.
"Don't worry, we'll isolate this flame with gas."
One of the masters said, and a little Gang Qi slashed over, ready to separate this flame from Song Yong's body, but the result was not optimistic, and his Gang Qi didn't seem to have any effect on this flame.
"It looks like we have to rip off a piece of meat," another expert suggested.
Qin Lang was watching from the sidelines, and he did not prevent these people from rescuing Song Yong.
I thought it would be fine to rip off a piece of meat, but this is not the case, even a piece of meat with skin was stripped off, but that little spark was still left on Song Yong's body, which made Song Yong even more painful, and even he had begun to wail.
"Little brute, are you crazy, do you really want to be our enemy?"
Song Yong was tortured by pain and almost collapsed, but until this moment he didn't think that Qin Lang really wanted to kill him, because he always felt that Qin Lang couldn't be so unwise, didn't Qin Lang 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 Yong thinks that Qin Lang must be a madman, because only a madman will not weigh the powerful relationship between this, even if it is a person like Admiral Yan, he has to make concessions, what kind of thing is this kid, if he is not a madman, how can he make such a crazy decision The rest of Song Yong's subordinates also participated in his treatment, but it still had no effect, this spark was like a flame released by a match, which seemed to be blown out with just one breath, but the strange thing was that this flame had not been extinguished, no matter how they tossed it.
And the more he tossed, the bigger the place where Song Yong was burned by this flame, and now half of his palm had been burned off, and the flames were still spreading.
"Damn, damn it, what do you want to say your conditions" Song Yong thought that Qin Lang was so crazy, he just wanted to put forward some conditions and 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, what are you going to do to take back this damn flame," Song Yong roared almost in pain, it was the first time in his life that he had been tortured like this.
"There's no way, I can't take it back."
Qin Lang said, "Otherwise, as I said before, how about cutting off your hand directly?"
"You" Song Yong finally realized that Qin Lang didn't seem to be doing it for any conditions, but purely to torture him.
"Cut it" Qin Lang said to the two martial artists next to Song Yong, "He can't make this decision, maybe you can make this decision for him." ” "No, you can't cut off Lao Tzu's hand, it hurts me to death" Song Yong was extremely painful at the moment, but if he wanted to give up an arm, the price would be too great, so he made a discount, "Start from your wrist."
As soon as Song Yong's words fell, his subordinates made a move, so Song Yong's wrist was gone.
But the pain didn't leave him, because the damn flame continued to burn at the broken wrist, still deepening his pain.
Some of his subordinates had already stuffed the healing elixir into his mouth, and tried to alleviate his pain by using acupoints, but to no avail, the pain still followed, making Song Yong almost faint in pain.
Pain comes not only from the body, but also from the soul
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