Marry my elder sister? Fine! I'll give you the letter of annulment and marry someone else.

However, as soon as the words fell, the sharp blade with a bright white light slashed across their necks mercilessly.

The blood blocked their trachea, so they could only whimper. The few who crawled out quickly fell to the ground with their eyes wide open.

The man in black said leisurely, "First, I don't need useless men who can be controlled by poison."

"Secondly, you repeatedly betray the Lord and deserve to die."

"Third, she's just a woman, so why bother asking you to be a spy?"

Several corpses were just lying there, and no one dared to move them without the deputy leader's order.

The crowd huddled in the corner was silent, not daring to make any sound.

At this time, the man with a fierce face came in with a group of brothers and a wolfhound.

These wolfhounds were restless and looked around as soon as they came in, as if they were looking for something.

They barked frequently, tried to break free from the chains, and kept sniffing the air around them.

The man patted the dogs in his hands and said, "Brother, these dogs are the strongest among all the dogs. I'm sure those women will enjoy them later."

The man in black raised his eyelids slightly, and the other party understood and immediately asked someone to bring all the women to the yard.

A group of women were pushed over and made to kneel down. Their faces were either silent or calm, but surprisingly, none of them shed tears.

They accepted their fate calmly and submissively, with no intention of resisting, but no one begged for mercy throughout the whole process.

Such a reaction was obviously not what the man in black expected. He frowned and hooked the chin of the young girl in front of him with his finger.

"You, aren't you afraid?"

The woman didn't avoid it, but looked straight at him. "Being afraid, is it any use?"

The man in black was stunned by this answer, and then he laughed bloodthirstily.

"Interesting, really interesting."

His fingers slid down and then rested on her throat. "Did that woman teach you?"

There was still no fear in the woman's eyes. "Does it matter? We've been living like zombies under your hands. God sent Miss Song to give us a glimmer of hope, but then snuffed it out so quickly. God played tricks on us in this life, but he should at least let us live safely and smoothly in the next."

The hand that was pinching her throat suddenly tightened, and the woman immediately began to suffer from suffocation.

"How dare you, a thing, talk to me like that."

The woman's eyes were wide open, her face flushed purple, and her mouth was open but no sound came out.

Just before she could hold on, she was thrown to the ground by a huge force.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. After all, there are so many beasts waiting to be vented."

The man in black narrowed his eyes, like a devil crawling out of hell. Although his face was not ferocious, he looked inexplicably terrifying.

He leaned elegantly on the stool and raised his index finger.

The group of people under his command began to tear off the clothes of all the women.

Some of them are wives, some are mothers, and some are daughters. Although they have always been oppressed because of their identity as women, they still have more ties than outsiders.

Seeing them being humiliated like this, even the most incompetent man would be aroused.

The men huddled in the corner suddenly stood up and were about to rush forward, but were beaten back with wooden sticks by the guards around them.

They watched helplessly as the women not far away were stripped naked.

Soon, the women appeared naked in front of everyone.

The man in black admired the scene before him, waiting for the women to kneel down in fear and beg for mercy.

Then he would torture them in fear.

At that time, the screams of these women must have been the most beautiful sounds in the world.

The man in black became excited and stared at the group of women.

However, the imagined begging for mercy did not come.

The eyes of these women are numb, like those of old people in their twilight years.

They didn't even bother to cover their bodies.

Anyway, it has been seen and played with by countless men, so it doesn’t matter now.

The man in black lost his composure for a moment and stood up angrily, slamming his chair.

"Bitch, you bitches, don't you have any sense of shame?"

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl stepped forward and sneered, "Sister Song said it's not our fault that we've become like this. It's you, a bunch of demons who deserve to go to hell, who are at fault."

"Our self-esteem is not beneath our skirts, nor is it wrapped in our clothes. Even if you try your best to humiliate us, you will not get the effect you want."

"you wanna die!"

A murderous look flashed in the black-clothed man's eyes, and he drew the sword from his side.

However, before he could do anything, the woman who was speaking had already bitten her tongue and committed suicide.

A tear rolled down her eye out of pain and regret.

"Sister Song said that she would definitely lead us to the day when women could be the masters of their own families. I really wanted to wait for that day, but unfortunately it's no longer here."

"But it doesn't matter. In my next life, I will be safe and sound, right?"

The woman's body went limp and she fell to the ground. A second before she closed her eyes, a smile played on her lips.

It’s great that I can end this dirty life.

She would be reborn into a family where her parents loved her and her brother and sister-in-law protected her, and then marry a husband who treated her with respect...

The man in black was very angry, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble.

He stabbed the woman twice as if to vent his anger, but the woman was already dead and could no longer feel any pain.

"Bitch, you dared to go against my will and bite your tongue to commit suicide. You think a woman is the boss, but you don't know your own weight. She can't save you now, let alone in the future."

The man in black dropped his sword and sat back down. After calming his breath, he sneered, "This is the person you chose to follow? See? She can't protect you at all."

"It's ridiculous that you actually betrayed the Shadow Clan for such a person. Today, these women will be sacrificed to the gods. Tomorrow, it will be your turn."

He looked sinisterly at the group of men in the corner, scaring them so much that they almost peed their pants.

"I want you to repent in agony and pain, and to reflect on why the people you follow are so useless. The entire Gou'er Alley is the domain of the Shadow Clan. She wants to interfere, but does she deserve it?!"

The man in black laughed heartily.

After laughing enough, he put on a serious face and waved his hand. Everyone loosened the ropes, and the group of wolfhounds, who had been unable to restrain themselves for a long time, immediately pounced on the women.

The women struggled hard, but due to the disparity in strength, they were soon pushed to the ground.

In order to prevent the beasts from approaching, they kicked hard with their legs and did not stop even when they were bitten to pieces.

The pack of wolfhounds became even more frantic as they failed to succeed for a while, but the people around them watched even more excitedly.

They started to make noises and tease people, their ugly faces clearly visible.

The men in the corner couldn't bear to watch any longer and lowered their heads. Could it be that they really followed such a weak person?

Until now, he dared not even show his face.

Didn’t they try their best to send Xiaocao out to report the news?