Chapter 2 This guy...how does he still have a card?
In the worldview of the Cthulhu Mythos, gods are not imaginary existences extended from human beings themselves.
To them, the magnificent civilization established by mankind is insignificant. They possess wisdom that humans cannot understand. Even once humans face them, they will fall into madness because they cannot bear the huge amount of information.
Any mythical creature picked out among them can basically blast the group of fish monsters outside.
But now comes the problem.
Now that we have the story, where can we get the material cards?
When he was caught by the cultists, the material cards collected by his predecessor had already been looted. At this time, Li Ming was empty-handed and had nothing.
Tsk... I didn’t expect that my plan wouldn’t even be able to proceed to the first step.
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At this time, the old man on the side looked at Li Ming sitting silently on the ground, thinking that Li Ming had lost his mind.
He used to be an official investigator of Xingzhu City. His mental strength was extraordinary and his sanity was not easily dampened.
But he also knew that being locked up in such a despairing prison would cause extremely serious mental damage to human beings, even if they did not suffer physical suffering.
Thinking of this, the old man dragged his disabled feet to Li Ming and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you don't have to act so desperate. I've heard of this sect before. They are offering sacrifices."
The sacrifice will not be tortured, and there will even be no pain in the whole process."
"It has a good reputation among cults, and apart from the occasional sacrifice, I don't have any other bad habits."
Li Ming: "..."
Damn it, why don't you listen to what you are saying?
Can you call me an official investigator?
This is so fast that Stockholm Syndrome sets in!!
What does it mean to have a good reputation? How can you even sacrifice yourself and still have a good reputation?
Just as Li Ming was about to reply and complain, he saw a crack suddenly appear in the middle of the water flow at the entrance of the water prison, and then two water walls expanded outwards, dividing a passage.
Two cultists in white robes walked out of it, both of them wearing white hoods decorated with various weird symbols.
Only his mouth and nose could be seen through the mask, but such a thin veil made Li Ming feel the unfathomable malice all over his body.
They lowered their heads, never looking directly into Li Ming's eyes, holding a fragrant delicacy in their hands.
On the plate were golden, crispy, tender chicken drumsticks with rich juicy sauce. There were even steaks and pig's trotters on the side. The richness made Li Ming swallow his saliva.
I copy??
Could it be that what that old guy said is true and that this cult is not that hopeless???
Moreover, there should be some cultists in cults who have lingering consciences and are forced to do evil for some reason. Maybe after a good negotiation, the person in front of them can let him go?
Li Ming just wanted to test it indirectly, but he never thought that the cultist would speak first: "Eat, eat more, the great master likes healthy men like you."
Li Ming: "..."
The Moroccan fried pancakes you made, turned out to be decapitated rice!
"There's no need to think about escaping. Even if you can withstand the two-hundred-meter high water pressure, you can't escape those water monsters outside."
"They haven't eaten human flesh in a few days. If you are caught by them, you will probably be tortured."
Having said this, one of the cultists who had his head lowered slowly raised his head, and the malice and contempt in his eyes were clearly revealed.
"It's not like no one has tried to escape from here before, but ended up being tortured until they were half disabled and we had to rescue them."
"After all, you are all living sacrifices, and the great master does not want you to be missing arms or legs."
"So, it would be better for everyone if you stay calm."
That look was like looking at a cricket trapped in a bamboo cage.
These words were obviously said to Li Ming on purpose, and I don't know if he was trying to establish his authority.
Then, he looked at the old man beside him, his eyes full of sarcasm and ridicule, as if he were looking at a clumsy ant.
"How about it old man, do you like the scouting guards outside?"
"As long as you are targeted by them, do you think you can escape?"
Even though they were wearing veils, Li Ming could still see some malicious expressions through their face scarves.
The old man on the side had a wry smile on his face, and his broken legs were still bleeding. He had obviously acquiesced to their statement.
At the same time, Li Ming also had a deeper understanding of the predicament he was in.
Even if he was extremely angry and disemboweled those fish monsters with a slide shovel, it would probably have no effect. Those fish monsters were just fish-powered cameras that acted as eyes for the cultists.
As long as they are discovered by those fish monsters, there will be enough time for the cultists to rush to the scene with their main summoning cards before escaping from the water prison.
It can be called a fatal situation with no solution.
"Okay, let's eat quickly. It's the last meal."
"Let's go."
After saying that, the two cultists opened the water wall again and walked out of the expanded water channel.
Li Ming was left alone with the old man and a plate of delicacies on the ground.
Li Ming was completely numb, but he had already chosen the Cthulhu Mythos as his card-making direction.
But if there is no material card, everything is empty talk, after all, the card examiner does not accept bad checks.
Thinking of this, a feeling of despair filled my heart.
Having to give it away just after time travel is really embarrassing to fellow travellers.
But at this moment, the old man on the side took out a card from nowhere and placed it under the brick where he was lying before.
Then, he patted the brick gently: "I hope someone can escape from this water prison in the future."
That tone was like Prometheus entrusting fire and hope to the world.