This accident cast a shadow on Natasha's heart, the prophecy of the tarot cards may not be wrong, but it is absolutely impossible to ask her to leave Ye Fan.

She is already his woman, the stubbornness flowing in her bones, she will never easily succumb to anyone or anything, once she recognizes it, even if the sky falls, it will not change.

Some people don't hit the south wall and don't look back, but Natasha is the kind of woman who doesn't cry when she sees the coffin, which can be regarded as rare.

"I think it's better to leave your gathering place as soon as possible!" went out, stepping on the snow outside, Ye Fan said in a low voice.

Natasha rushed in front of him in two or three steps, and made a cold face: "Why!"

"Because I'm not popular, Mama Sally probably figured out something, so I'd better leave. Ye Fan said with one hand on his chin.

"Okay! let's go, I'll leave with you!" Natasha said firmly, dragging him toward the camp.

A reunion that was supposed to be celebrated all night goes along, and Natasha boards the car and takes Anna and Lilith with her.

The gypsy camp was back to its former state, but the snowflakes in the sky were getting more and more urgent, and the clouds were overwhelming, crushing the last pile of ashes.

With only two hours left before dawn, several black cars were parked at the mouth of the slum alley.

More than a dozen men in black leather suits walked briskly through the alley, two of them dragging a thug-looking Russian man at the front of the line.

"Is it here?" the bonfire had been extinguished, only the sound of the wind blowing the tents and the silk cloth, and after the laughter and singing of the night, the Gypsy home looked bleak and desolate in the snow.

"Yes, this is the place where I saw them mingling with the Gypsies. The Russian thug's frightened and helpless reply made the man in charge of the group smile sinisterly.

"Yo Xi, Lottail Lord, I'll leave it to you!" the man waved his hand, lifted the collar of his leather coat, and a samurai braid stood on the back of his head.

This small group of Japanese samurai quickly pounced on the cold wooden houses and tents, and the screams continued to resound in the dark night, and the darkest hour before dawn mercilessly descended on the home of the gypsies!

In just twenty minutes, all the men were slaughtered!

The snow was dyed red with rice cakes, and the sound of cries and curses echoed in the cold corners of the slums, gradually calming down, leaving only suppressed sobs.

No one could stop this inhumane massacre, and any resistance was chopped to pieces by the butcher's knife.

The women were brought together, tears were frozen on their hateful faces under the scarves, and the blood-stained bohemian dresses silently spoke of the dehumanizing massacre!

"Tell me where they went!" the Japanese dwarf wielded his long knife, his eyes widened, and all the blood on the knife froze into a thin layer of ice, glowing with an evil red light.

He is Fujiwara Lot, the executioner who slaughtered dozens of gypsy men with his own hands!

There was a collective silence, save for the sound of hunting in the wind blowing the long skirt.

No one answered his question, and a bitter hatred was unleashed from those dozens of pairs of eyes. Standing in the circle, Sally muttered something on her lips, she foresaw destruction and death, but failed to truly grasp the mystery of the tarot cards, and pushed her people into the arms of the devil with her own hands, driving out the savior!

The first half of the tarot card has been mercilessly fulfilled!

"Don't you say?" Fujiwara pulled out a butcher's knife and stabbed a woman in the heart, clenching the hilt with both hands!

Blood spurted out, and clusters of torrents splashed his blood-red!

The screams, the trembling, the fear of death, the hatred of the enemy, made the gypsy girls tremble, like helpless sheep in the storm, to be slaughtered and ravaged by the butcher.

Poof!

Fujiwara Lot, a murderous maniac, waved *** in a row and cut off the heads of two women!

The blood light that rushed to the sky, the headless corpse, spread the terror mercilessly.

A gypsy woman with a big belly was pulled forward, and everyone looked terrified and desperate.

They don't even spare pregnant women? Devils! They are devils in human skin!

"Say, where is that Chinese man!" Fujiwara took out a dagger and stuck it on the gypsy girl's belly, and smiled wickedly at the crowd: "As long as someone tells me his whereabouts, none of you will die." Say it!"

The hatred and pain of losing their loved ones did not make these gypsy women lose their minds, the fear of imminent death, and they could not conquer this stubborn and unyielding people, who knew that there was no reason to speak before the devil, and even if they told the secret, they would be mercilessly killed.

When Hitler's minions slaughtered "inferior peoples" in Europe, Gypsies and Jews were also genocided, but no adversity could bring this nation that yearned for freedom and dignity to its knees.

Silence is silent resistance!

These weak women invariably chose to be silent.

In silence glared at the enemy, at the beasts.

Even the pregnant woman, who lost her husband, stopped her waist, supported her back with both hands, and bravely faced the enemy's butcher's knife!

"If you don't say it, then die......" Fujiwara, who was full of anger, swung his sharp Oriental long knife in an attempt to slice open the woman's stomach!

"Stop, Waiting-kun. A grim voice came from behind, stopping Fujiwara's bloody move.

"Hey, Oshima-kun!" the long knife stopped in mid-air, covered in snowflakes, and looked so glaring.

The man with the samurai pigtail raised his hand and pointed at a shivering girl in the crowd who was holding a pair of beautiful snow boots in her arms.

"She, give it to you ****. Fujiwara Oshima's cold face twitched and waved indifferently.

Suddenly, an unexpected joy bloomed in Fujiwara's eyes, and he laughed and said, "Hey, thank you Oshima-kun! You, you, and you, you six, come here!"

"No—Lady Sally, save me—" Lilith let out a cry of despair as she was dragged into the tent.

There was a sneering tear in the silent, cold air!

The old woman's eyelids closed in pain, and she knew that these beasts were about to do something unconscionable.

Lilith is only sixteen years old!

"Tell them to stop!" Finally, Sally Grandma gritted her teeth and compromised with the invaders!

"Hmm!" Fujiwara Oshima glanced to the left and right, and a samurai ran briskly into the tent, and soon, the commotion inside had subsided for a moment.

"He's gone to the train station!" cried out Mama Sally, "Spare my people, I'll be your hostage!"

"Yo Xi! you're very cooperative!" Fujiwara Oshima nodded, and waved his white gloves vigorously: "Take it away!"

Two samurai stepped forward to set up the old woman, and the disheveled Lilith was twisted out of the tent, and several Japanese samurai drooled and touched her from time to time.

"Oshima-kun, are the rest of the people ......" Fujiwara took his pants and made a gesture of raising and dropping his hand.

"Send them to hell!" the merciless order was given, the sword flashed, and the blood and desperate screams before death pierced the snowy night sky.

"No, you're the devil! you unbelieving devil—" A frantic scream burst out of Mama Sally's throat, and the old woman watched as all her people were slaughtered, and the fallen bohemian dresses were no longer alive......

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from Sally's eyes, and the bright red snow kept spreading, spreading......

The car started and sped down the deserted street, and the screams of girls and the unbridled laughter of several men could be faintly heard from the windows......

In this bloody dark hour before dawn, all that remains in the slums are piles of corpses, covered in fluttering snowflakes that cover a white curtain......