Some people are very stubborn, some people are very aggrieved——
"God! Whether you're asking questions or interrogating or whatever, at least use a fucking language we can understand, damn it! Damn it!"
"Asshole, I'm going to kill you~"
"You bastard who deserves to go to hell! You are not a devil at all! You are a madman!"
Lao Wang was silent for a long time, looked at the corpses, and turned to Li Cang: "I didn't turn on the translator just now..."
"What do you think?"
"Okay, I apologize." Lao Wang knocked down the one who yelled the loudest with a hammer. The expression on his face was so happy and ferocious, "Then, let's continue the question, who are you all?! Come on!
I said it!!”
What was dragged out was a big man with grape-colored hair wearing a bearskin waistcoat decorated with various bone products. Lao Wang's translator filled his ears with magic sounds in 11 languages. The big man didn't even think about it before he was shouted at by Lao Wang again.
The hammer was knocked down.
"Mother Xipi, you are chasing after me so hard, and now you are pretending to be dumb with your father? You are next!"
boom!
"Next!"
boom!
In the blink of an eye, there were already more than a dozen corpses on the ground. Lao Wang spat and dragged out another person.
The man looked at the corpse on the ground and then at the hundreds of companions behind him. The soles of his feet were as soft as cotton. There was a pool of water in his crotch, and his face was smeared with snot and tears. His psychological defenses collapsed: "Ugh, I said, what are you asking?
I will tell you, don’t kill me...spare my life..."
boom!
Lying down again...
The remaining one hundred or so people didn't dare to take a breath for fear of being dragged out and beaten with a hammer.
So scary!
This is a crazy batch!
If you are tortured, you should at least ask questions...
Just one word from beginning to end, say!
What to say?
Then you fucking ask!
Lao Wang pulled out another lucky person from the crowd. Referring to the previous cases of his companions who died meaninglessly like ants, this person was driven by the desire to survive and spoke like popping beans: "My name is Alexander
The free man of Ventili is 43 years old and makes a living by hunting. I am a good person and have never done anything bad except killing the Usman dog. I have an eighty-year-old mother above me..."
Blood flowed everywhere!
died!
Another damn one dies!
More than a hundred people almost peed on the spot, and the smell was pungent.
The old dynasty Li Cang nodded. He didn’t know how many times he dragged someone out of the crowd: "Tsk, this won’t work. Real Gil has no backbone. That’s about it. Teacher Cang, you ask, there will be no lies this time."
!”
Compared to Lao Wang, who had a ferocious face and killed people without blinking an eye, Li Cang seemed to be significantly less dangerous. The guy who was dragged out tried his best to shuffle towards Li Cang, his eyes filled with the desire to survive.
"Well, then tell me why you attacked us first?"
After listening to the translation, the handsome boy with black hair and blue eyes in his twenties suddenly tightened his legs, and the shit and urine in his crotch were almost wet, and he did not dare to speak.
Lao Wang's eyes squinted, and the young man immediately put away his hesitant gesture of umming and umming, and gritted his teeth and said:
"Because, because you are devils..."
"No, no, it's not us, it's the city-state of Tili that declares that you, the foreign people on the meteorite island, are all devils. You will summon terrifying zombies and monsters, and you will also turn into the appearance of the people in our memories to seduce us.
Being corrupted, he can also use evil witchcraft to summon evil spirits..."
"We don't want to either. We are protecting ourselves..."
"Oh?" Li Cang asked: "Have there been many so-called 'foreign meteorite islands' here? Are there people like us?"
"Many, many! Every month!"
The young man stammered and spoke incoherently, which caused great difficulties for the not very powerful translator.
"We have come here twice this month. The last group of demons...were sent to the stake by the Usman Tribunal. A total of two hundred of them were slaughtered by the demons! It is said that the flesh and blood covered a kilometer of land!"
As he talked, the young man seemed to gradually forget his fear, and there was an emotion called faith and piety in his eyes.
"The referee said that it is because the Usman people's faith is not pure enough that they invite the devil to kill! The devil covets our lives and cities, and tries every means to invade the city-state of Tili. Prayer and holy water cannot destroy the devil, but the tribunal and the holy fire oil can!"
"The Inquisition has existed for 220 years. It has led us step by step to establish the city-state of Tili. It might have led us out of this land of imprisonment, but we were betrayed by these damn Usmans. These damn Usmans have devilish intentions.
The bloodline, the bloodline of the devil, is the same as you, the same as you!"
"It's getting more and more outrageous..." Lao Wang kicked the young man over and said with a frown, "I don't think you should waste your time with them, Teacher Cang. These Taima are just a bunch of lunatics. They can't be brainwashed."
Three or five generations will not be able to achieve this effect."
Tai Xiaoyi and Li Leisi also looked shocked and confused.
What the hell, mass hysteria?
"Ah, don't kill me, don't eat me, the glory of God will shine forever on Tibei!" Under the horrified gaze of the young handsome boy with blue eyes, a dog-legged man came over, but instead of killing him, he killed him.
Lift him up and let him sit up, "Huh??"
Li Cang rubbed his temples, feeling very tired.
"Do you have devil blood? What kind of blood is it? Which one is Usman? Point out one to me."
"He, he is! So are the two next to him! Usman has the mark of the devil on his arm!"
Li Cang took a look, and his expression suddenly became strange.
"You said that coin pattern is the mark of the devil?"
"right!"
"What about this?"
The mini prayer interface rises from Li Cang's arm.
"Hiccup~"
The pupils of his blue eyes were dilated and he rolled his eyes. He fell to the ground and fainted from fright...
The four of them, Li Cang, looked at me and I looked at you, not knowing what to say at all.
Lao Wang dragged out the identified "Usman": "Come on, come on, tell me!"
The man said in horror: "The Usmans were also Tili people. Until 110 years ago, such marks appeared on the arms of our ancestors. The Tili people said that we were slaves of the devil, massacred us, and drove us out of the city or made us slaves.
, we have done nothing, even if the parents have marks, the babies may not have marks as well, the marks are just an excuse for the Tili people to enslave us!"
"Wait a minute!" Li Laisi frowned, "110 years ago? The Inquisition was established 220 years ago? You...how long do you think you have survived on this land?"
"In the year 236..." The man looked like he was scared out of his wits. He spoke quickly but his logic was still clear: "The Bible records that since the earth was divided, we were imprisoned on this floating land. By this year
It’s been 236 years!”
Li Leisi suddenly took out her mobile phone and flicked on the screen to show Li Cang.
