Pirate Reaper Empire

January 1517, 1, on the Hainan calendar, Barbaron Island in the New World.

Dark clouds shrouded the island, the wind blew from the northwest, and the leaves of the pointed banana made a crackling sound.

Outside the banana forest, tens of thousands of people gathered in the main square, silent. Only when the eyes from above occasionally glanced over, would they reveal a look beyond numbness.

It was a fear that went deep into my bones.

"Listen to me, this is what you get for trying to escape!"

The high-pitched voice was like a duck being strangled by the neck. It should not be heard throughout the square, but with the help of the radio phone bug, this voice was successfully heard by tens of thousands of people.

The speaker is a fat ball with a head as thin as a needle, which makes people suspect that he is related to the little-headed father.

It's just that he is different from Xiaotou's father. This is a man with an expression full of anger. When his pair of triangular eyes look at the workers, they always flash with cruel and contemptuous eyes. "Reinhardt, do you know what Lingchi is?" Execution?"

"I know, it's just using a knife to cut off the flesh of a person's body, making the person extremely painful and eventually dying."

Reinhard, who was tied to the wooden frame, answered calmly.

His face was haggard, and there was no trace of the handsome appearance in his memory. His short blond hair was covered with dirt and dust, and his exposed hands and feet were bruised and bruised.

He time-traveled into the worst person at the worst time.

A month ago, the original owner, Reinhardt, was still serving as the secretary of the noble Rhodes family, with a promising future.

By that time, not to mention changing the fate of the Rhodes family, at least he would not be assigned to work as a green fruit worker.

Although they are called laborers, they are actually the same as slaves. They work fifteen hours a day, do not have enough to eat twice, wear the same clothes all year round, and do not have any holidays.

Dangerous work without any protection.

Blind eyes, broken hands, broken legs, or loss of life. Anyone who has worked for three years will definitely have one kind of problem come to their door.

The original owner worked here for only a few days before he was tortured until he looked haggard. He fled, was caught by the guards, and was beaten to death.

For some reason, he traveled across time to breathe another breath into this body.

"As expected of the famous secretary of the Rhodes family, he can still be so calm when things get tough. I just hope you can maintain such a demeanor and take action later."

The man with the small head waved his hand, and immediately a strong man with a fierce face came up, holding a rusty knife in his hand.

Such a sharp blade ensures that every cut will bring pain to people and make them scream sadly.

Reinhard said in his heart that he was not afraid, but that was a lie.

It's just that he has a stubborn personality and knows that begging for mercy is useless, so he won't say a soft word.

"Hahaha." Reinhard laughed loudly.

"Slow down." The small-headed man stopped the executioner and said with confusion on his face: "You are about to be imprisoned, but you can still laugh?"

Reinhardt said calmly: "No holidays throughout the year, no salary, not enough food for two meals, working more than ten hours a day, not even a change of clothes. I am going to get rid of this life soon.

Tell me, should I laugh? "

The small-headed man looked astonished, patted his head and said, "Yes, this is simply a great happy event."

"Supervisor," the executioner reminded tactfully, "He is mocking us for exploiting our workers."

The small-headed man reacted and became furious, "Reinhardt, without green fruits to provide you with a job, you would have starved to death outside. We were kind enough to take you in, but instead of being grateful, you ran away to slander our image."

I have never seen such a shameless guy like you. Come on, chop him up! ! "

bang.

A bolt of pale lightning broke through the thick dark clouds, briefly bringing a glimmer of light to the square. Reinhard looked at the ragged workers in the audience and continued to laugh heartily.

Under the execution platform, tens of thousands of workers watched numbly. Almost no one paid attention. What they were thinking was that it was going to rain and they wanted to end it as soon as possible to avoid getting wet.

If you have a cold, no medical treatment will be provided here. Whether you can get through it depends on luck.

There were also several workers who were nearby. Reinhardt's laughter ignited the numbness in their eyes, and something seemed to be sprouting in their hearts.

The executioner approached with a knife, starting from the hand, and the cold blade touched the surface of the skin.

No pain came.

Reinhard's laughter gradually stopped, and he realized that something was wrong with the situation in front of him.

Lightning is a flash of light, never as lasting as it is in front of you.

Pale electric light enveloped the square, and there was no evacuation.

Reinhard raised his head, and the lightning seemed to be embedded in the dark clouds.

"How is this going?"

He was confused and fascinated by what happened next.

A trace of black mist actually seeped out from the pale lightning?

The black fog was very weak at first, and gradually became thicker and thicker, like dark clouds rolling down from the sky.

In an instant, Reinhardt was caught in the black mist. In an environment where he couldn't see his fingers, five hearts floated in the air.

"How is this going?"

Reinhard became more and more confused. If it was his golden finger, there was no user manual.

A heart quietly melted into the mist, and a faint white light bloomed, illuminating a large group of people, standing there motionless like sculptures.

He instantly recognized who the person at the front was.

The captains of the Gotei [-], Yamamoto Genryusai, Zaihou, Ichimaru Gin...

Their sculptures come to life.

Reinhard subconsciously wanted to reach out, but his hand really had to be stretched out, and the rope didn't know where to go.

He stepped forward and ran to the Gotei [-].

At the front is the captain, followed by the vice-captain. There are three seats and four seats. It seems that they are arranged according to their positions.

Reinhard glanced at the four hearts in the sky, then looked at the Gotei [-] in front of him, thinking deeply in his heart.

Just now a heart disappeared, and the Gotei [-] appeared. How many hearts are needed to make these Shinigami move?

He thought for a while, then walked to the floating heart and stretched out his hand to touch it.

"I don't want to continue living like this! I want to be as free and easy as Reinhardt!"

A rude voice suddenly sounded, and his heart was instantly drawn to his fingertips, making him understand that this was a worker attracted by his laughter.

Reinhard touched the other three hearts and got roughly the same idea, and his words put him in a higher position.

It was obvious that the four of them had a feeling of admiration for Reinhardt's gesture of escaping from the factory and still laughing in the face of torture.

Or treat him as a hero?

"I just did what a person would do, and for that alone, they worshiped me as a hero."

He murmured to himself, looking a little strange. The feeling of being worshiped by others for the first time seemed not bad.

Reinhard turned back to the captains and began to try to get them to move.

First he reached out and touched Yamamoto Genryusai, but there was no response, and then he touched the broken bee next to him.

Three hearts instantly burrowed from the fingertips into Zhanfei's shoulders.