There was almost no resistance, and the sword suddenly penetrated the chests of the guards with a "puff", and screams could not be heard.
Not only that, these swords kept spinning and even spun out of the big hole before falling to the ground.
The blood dyed the earth red in an instant, and the smell of blood was overwhelming, making the numb slave's eyes shine with light.
"You, you, who are you?" The slave owner raised his sword, the tip of the sword was trembling, and slowly backed away while looking at the scene in front of him.
The woman stroked the cat and approached the slave owner step by step without saying a word.
"No, don't come over." The slave owner tightened his grip on the money bag on his waist, and the sword pointed at the woman no longer trembled, but became firm.
After the woman took another step forward, the slave owner finally couldn't bear the pressure and stabbed her with a loud shout.
"Humph", the woman snorted coldly, and in an instant, she fell to the ground and flew towards the slave owner.
Although it was the slave owner who moved first, his actions were too slow in the eyes of the woman.
Before the sword could hit the woman, the dense swords had already surrounded the slave owner, and the cold light made the slave owner sweat like rain.
However, these swords only surrounded the slave owner, making it difficult for him to move, but did not hurt him at all.
These swords stopped there out of thin air, surrounded by three layers inside and outside.
The woman stepped into this space composed of swords, and the swords gave way on their own, as if the swords had spirits and she was their king.
After bypassing the slave owner, the woman walked to the shed where the slave owner had just rested and picked up a jar of wine.
"A century-old Shaoxing, good wine." The woman smelled at the wine jar, poured a bowl and handed it to the cat.
The white cat lazing in her arms immediately became energetic and licked the wine.
There are three bowls next to it, and the women are holding wine jars and pouring them into each bowl.
"Thousands of years ago, without scum like you, the human race would not have suffered such a miserable defeat." The woman said softly.
She looked at the slave master, but her hands had eyes. When the wine was about to overflow, she left and filled another bowl.
When the three bowls were full, she picked up another bowl and poured it slowly on the ground, "This bowl is for the saints."
Continue to pour the second bowl, "This bowl is dedicated to the God-slayer."
After picking up the last bowl, the woman gently pushed up the mask, revealing her delicate chin, "This bowl is a tribute to death."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword that gathered around the slave owner fell down and penetrated the slave owner's body.
The blood was mixed with minced meat, like a burst balloon, which exploded instantly and fell on the woman's robe dragged on the ground.
After drinking a bowl of wine, the swords disappeared out of thin air after being slapped on the table.
As for the slave owner, not even a single intact bone was left in his body.
The numb eyes of the surviving slaves have been replaced by looks of horror.
Only the pretty female slave's eyes emitted a heart-wrenching, bloodthirsty and burning light.
The white cat jumped out of her arms, jumped on the wine jar, and stuck his head in.
The woman ignored it, turned around and scanned the slaves, "Excuse me, who knows the direction of Yangzhou City?"
The slaves did not dare to meet her eyes, and of course they did not dare to reply.
The woman asked again. The female slave stood up and pointed to the south, "In that direction, it's five days' journey."
The little monster turned around and looked at Monk Hai. Why didn't you say it was in the northwest? Why did you end up in the south?
Monk Hai pretended not to notice, raised his head and looked elsewhere.
"Thank you." The woman thanked her coldly, then turned around and picked up the white cat.
The white cat only had its butt outside now, and its entire body had been stuffed into the wine jar.
Reluctantly, the woman held the tail and lifted it up.
"Meow~" the white cat protested, grabbing the jar with its front paws and pulling it down before having to let go.
The jar fell to the ground and broke into pieces, but there were not a few drops of wine inside.
However, just these few drops are enough, which shows how addicted this cat is to alcohol.
As indifferent as when she came, the woman dragged her big red robe and slowly headed south.
When passing by the bushes where the little monster was hiding, the woman glanced casually.
Just this look, his eyes were like swords, and so cold that the three monsters didn't dare to move.
It wasn't until the woman disappeared for a long time that the three monsters recovered.
After seeing the female slave standing there and hesitating for a while, they chased in the direction the woman left.
Many slaves were left at a loss.
They are used to being slaves, used to living a humble life driven by whips.
Now that the freedom they longed for suddenly came to them, they were at a loss.
This shows that habit is a terrible thing.
"Hey", Monk Hai patted the cat-faced monster on the shoulder and pointed at the dazed slave in the field, "You can go catch the slave now."
"No, I've changed my mind." The cat-faced monster said solemnly, "I want to be a slave, the slave of Miss Bai."
After that, the cat-faced monster turned around and ran south. Monk Liuhai and the little monster looked at each other and chased after them.
"Wait for us." The little monster and Monk Hai rushed out of the woods and shouted when they saw the cat-faced monster stop.
"What kind of monster are you kid? You can run so fast." Monk Hai gasped.
"What do you think?" The cat-faced monster looked around, but there was no sign of the white cat.
After it said a word, it easily climbed up the big tree next to it. When it reached the treetop, the figure of the woman just now was still missing.
"It's definitely not a cat demon. If so, you won't be shameless." Monk Hai said confidently.
"Meow, you're such a bitch, you're so shameless, I'll scratch your head," said the cat-faced monster that jumped down, flashing its paws.
"Your claws are sharp and you are powerful." Monk Hai took a step back and muttered: "If you have the ability, don't be arrogant in the sea."
Seeing that Mao Lian was still looking around, the little monster said, "I guess he's gone far away, but don't be discouraged. We can go to Yangzhou to look for him."
When the cat-faced monster heard that it made sense, he followed the little monster on the road.
The woman in red had gone far away when they were searching, and stopped to rest by a small river at night.
She lit a bonfire and watched the white cat waving its tail from side to side on the water.
The fish in the small river are quite aggressive, and they will pounce and bite quickly when they see something swinging on the water.
The white cat took this opportunity, swung out his claws instantly, and hung his sharp nails directly on the fish.
Before the fish could frantically struggle, it was already thrown to the campfire with one paw.
Seeing it rise, the woman said: "It's almost done. If there is a fish left, be careful I will castrate you."
The white cat shuddered and missed for the first time.
Regardless of regrets, it obediently came to the campfire to enjoy its feast.
The white cat purred happily and looked at its owner with pity.
It's strange that there is a family rule against eating fish. The owner is so pitiful.
At this time, the woman in red had changed her clothes, wearing neutral clothes and wearing a scholar's hair.
The mask was also put back, revealing an ordinary face, but after looking at it for a long time, the beauty oozed out.
The white cat lowered his head to take a bite of the fish. Just as he was about to enjoy it, his ears twitched and he raised his head to look at the shadow of a lone tree not far away.
A black cat jumped out there, quickly ran towards the bonfire, and when it was about to approach, it suddenly turned into a man in black.
"City Lord." The man cupped his hands and said, "The rest of my life has been investigated."
"His last name is Yu..."
"nonsense."
The man smiled awkwardly and said, "He used to be an innkeeper. By the way, that inn also had a rule not to cook fish dishes."
"No fish dishes?" the woman muttered for a long time, and then said contemptuously: "I would like to see your new toy."