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Chapter 189 There is no justice, right? Then no one should live (5)

The cold muzzle of the gun already made the village chief's heart skip a beat.

Hearing these words made him lose his breath and fainted.

Bu Shi'an looked at him and thought that it would be a bit troublesome to find the cellars one by one.

Those women had been imprisoned for so long that even if they were conscious, they would not dare to believe that they could be free.

Perhaps it would be more credible if this old Deng showed up.

Besides, everyone else is dead, so we have to give these people a chance to vent their emotions.

This old man is just right.

Bu Shian figured this out and immediately hit the village chief in the face with the barrel of his gun.

"Old Deng, stop playing dead and get up quickly."

"Go and free the women imprisoned in the cellars of every household, or I will make you pretend to be dead and actually die."

After a round of violence and threats, the unconscious village chief slowly woke up.

He led the way nervously, holding a handful of blood-stained keys to open the cellar doors of each household in the village.

Every time he opened a door, Bu Shian could see a woman curled up and shivering.

Regardless of whether they were conscious or not, their expressions and actions were highly consistent the moment the door opened.

As the cellar doors opened one by one, the village, which was filled with the smell of blood, was instantly filled with waves of unpleasant odors.

Soon, all the cellar doors were opened, but no one tried to come out.

Bu Shi'an looked at the village chief who nodded and begged her to let him go after opening the door, and smiled with his head tilted.

Under the village chief's hopeful gaze, he used a Gatling gun as a club and broke his leg.

In the quiet village, the village chief's screams were particularly harsh.

Bu Shi'an was afraid that the sound would not travel far enough, so he took out a loudspeaker and broke the village chief's other leg with his weapon.

Now, the village chief's screams spread throughout the village.

Every woman in the cellar heard it clearly.

She heard the male leader who controlled their life and death in this village screaming like she once did.

The next moment, they heard a slightly childish female voice.

The voice was saying.

She was brought here by the resentment of the thousands of female compatriots who died tragically in this mountain range.

The voice continued.

She had dealt with all the men in the village except the village chief, and they were free.

As soon as the word "freedom" was uttered, tears came to the eyes of all sane women.

But they still didn't dare to walk out of the cellar easily.

Having experienced countless shattered hopes, they have lost the courage to fight for anything.

Until Bu Shian shouted two words in the direction of the village chief's house.

"The man who bullied and forced you all these years had his legs broken right here. This may be your only chance for revenge."

"Don't you resent the days you were imprisoned, tortured, and used as a breeding machine? Don't you want to fight for your own revenge with this lifeless life?"

Not long after these two sentences were spoken, the other women heard a sharp female voice suddenly appear.

Then they heard the curses of the owner of the voice, the muffled groan of a stick hitting flesh, and the shouts of the village chief.

At this moment, all sane women made up their minds.

They want to go out, even if everything outside is fake.

The worst that could happen is death. How could their current lives be any better than death?

With the precedent of running out of the village chief's house and beating the village chief, one by one, the conscious women tried to walk out of the cellar.

The moonlight tonight is exceptionally bright.

The cold moonlight fell, casting a layer of cold white light on the village where no lights were on in every household.

Through these lights, all the women who came out could see the corpse lying in a twisted state on the ground.

Among the corpses were the men who forced them and the children they gave birth to after being forced.

The bloody corpses told them everything clearly.

Everything I heard before is true.

There really was someone, no, there was an unknown being who came to save them.

With tears of excitement on their faces, they walked towards the source of the sound.

I saw a woman with disheveled hair holding a stick thicker than her arm, beating the village chief so hard that he ran away in panic.

Not far from them, a little girl was standing there carrying a big black thing.

The wind blew up her layered skirt, like waves of green wheat swaying in the wind.

Bring endless vitality and hope.

As more and more women came out, Bu Shian spoke again.

"Well, there are many cellars in this village. Besides you, there are some who have lost their minds. Please take a few more steps to bring them out."

The Savior gave the order, and the women immediately began to move through the village cellars.

There is strength in numbers, and soon all the imprisoned women left the cellar.

Bu Shi'an looked at them. They were all skinny, their clothes were so dirty that the color could not be seen, and their hair was tangled and stuck to their faces.

She waved her hand, and a pile of cooked food in the system space appeared on the open space.

When these women saw her transform something out of thin air, their eyes instantly became hot.

Sure enough, the one who came to save them was not an ordinary person, but a god.

Only gods can save people in the vast mountains and in the collusive villages.

After distributing these easily digestible foods, Bu Shian looked at the woman who had calmed down after beating the village chief to death.

As the first person to walk out of the cellar, she was almost the bravest one here.

She would then go to several other villages to sweep, and these women needed a temporary leader.

When the problem was almost solved, she would put on another scene and send them out together.

Otherwise, if she lets them out now, people outside will know the situation here and it will greatly affect her future actions.

The lights in every household were lit again, and after the women had eaten their fill, they spontaneously gathered the corpses in the village together.

Then I found a place to boil water, wash, change clothes and rest.

Bu Shi'an found the woman who killed the village chief and had a secret talk with her.

The next day, the woman took on the position of village chief and held a meeting in the village with the cold and hot weapons given by Bu Shian.

As for Bu Shi'an, she had already set out on the road to the next village.

With all kinds of high-tech means of transportation, these roads that would take several days for manpower and the risk of getting lost at any time are not a problem for her at all.

During this month, she was busy killing and saving people, slaughtering villages and building villages.

Since she would destroy the communications first every time she arrived at a village, the Gatling gun fired very fast, and she would also shoot one after another to be on the safe side.

This news could not even be spread to the outside world, let alone the nearby mountain villages.

When they discovered Bu Shi'an holding a Gatling gun, the enemy had often already attacked and was right in front of them.

A mountain that buried countless sins, the last second of many people's memories.

They were all frozen in a scene of a girl wearing a gorgeous green dress, carrying a heavy Gatling gun like a chicken.

On a little girl who is less than 1.4 meters tall and has a strange and wild smile.