The Shoggoth stretched out its silky tentacles and bound the limbs of the three cultists, causing them to hang upside down in the sky.
Several deep divers came over and grabbed their hands, but regardless of whether you were a man or a woman, they searched for you, confiscated all the material cards and decks they carried, and handed them to Li Ming.
The professional moon beasts on the side rubbed their palms. They stared at the three cultists who were humiliatingly hung upside down by the Shoggoths, eager to try. They seemed to be thirsty for the various torture tools in their hands.
It's a pity that Li Ming has let it go just now. These cultists still have some use, and the torture of people will be left aside for the time being.
Li Ming took the card set handed over by the Deep Diver, took out the cards inside and flipped through them again and again. He frowned at the poverty of these cultists.
"You are so poor." A gust of sea breeze blew by, and Li Ming clicked his tongue.
I was originally expecting them to give me a lot of gold coins, but what I got after a lot of manipulation was really shabby.
Three people can't make up one blue material card, but there are a lot of green and white ones. It's hard to imagine that such a poor cultist can actually use purple cards. Sure enough, using the cult's assembly line products is a very good shortcut to become stronger.
The three people maintained a shameful posture, and even their mouths were firmly blocked by the Shoggoths, leaving only a pair of nostrils for breathing.
All three of them had frightened faces. The Moon Beast and the Deep Diver were aiming their crossbows and harpoons at them. If they made any extra movement, a crossbow bolt or harpoon would definitely pierce their throat bones.
The green haze still shrouded the sky over Innsmouth, but the sun was slightly brighter than before the battle began.
Li Ming put the harvested cards into his bag by category, looked at the three prisoners who dared to be angry and dared not speak, and showed his unique good-guy look: "The summoning cards you all used are the same, so they shouldn't be evil.
Festival, right?"
"In other words, there is no evil god watching you, right?"
These two understated "rights" made the three prisoners faintly panic. They had almost guessed what Li Ming would say next.
"Okay, okay, don't be so nervous," Li Ming chuckled and said with Noyu who was about to watch a good show, "I have already said that I am not a cultist, so I will not kill.
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"If I want to kill you, I can just do it now, don't you think so?"
Li Ming didn't wait for them to reply, and sat down with his butt on the ground. The Shoggoth who recognized Li Ming's intention immediately stretched out a tentacle to catch Li Ming's sinking, giving Li Ming a comfortable sitting position.
Li Ming nodded with satisfaction, and then continued to add: "That's good, don't cultists like to make deals with others? As long as you tell me which sect you belong to, I will let you go."
"Is this a good deal?"
After finishing speaking, the three cultists, who had completely lost their momentum, looked at each other.
The hanging posture specially prepared by the Shoggoths for them made their brains congested, their faces flushed, and they even suffered from slight hypoxia.
Li Ming raised his hand, letting the tentacles covering their mouths of the Shoggoths loosen and give them the freedom to speak, but they remained tight-lipped, as if their mouths were covered with tape.
It’s not surprising. Cultists often witness something like a “miracle” with their own eyes. Coupled with the brainwashing of so-called doctrines, many fanatic believers will even put their own lives behind their beliefs.
The soft one has already come, so now it’s time for the hard one.
Seeing that several people were silent, Li Ming also slightly adjusted his sitting posture and deliberately put on a somewhat irritable expression.
Sure enough, just relaxing isn't enough, you still need a little bit of pressure.
"It seems that you are not very willing. If this is good, then let's ask my summoning cards for their opinions."
Upon hearing this, the Shantak bird took a step forward, flapped its bat wings, and shouted several times in a low voice and completely incomprehensible words.
Translated, it’s just a few words.
"Fuck! Throw the palace!"
"Okay, shut up first."
The Shantak bird huddled aside in grievance, like a child who had done something wrong, wrapped its bat wings around its body and hid in a corner alone.
Li Ming turned to look at his old minister Dagon, wanting to hear if he had any constructive suggestions.
Dagon dragged its iconic huge figure little by little to the front of the three cultists. Just standing under the monolith, its figure looked extremely majestic.
It stretched out its finger, pointed at them, and then pointed at the Deep Divers.
"Well, you mean to turn them all into deep divers?" Li Ming lowered his eyes, pretended to think for a moment and then shook his head, "Wouldn't that be too advantageous for them?"
The three cultists were immediately stunned, and they were transformed into ugly and disgusting fish monsters. Was this guy even merciful?
The shoggoth, who was unable to speak, formed a giant mouth organ similar to the blood mud worm just now, and then chirped back, expressing his thoughts through actions.
"You mean you ate it? That's not okay. It's just that you tasted the delicious food and we didn't gain anything. Xiu Ji should remember to consider other people when considering a problem next time."
The Shoggoth touched the black protoplasmic bubble with his tentacles, not sure whether he heard it or not.
The idea of deep divers should be the same as that of Dagon, so Li Ming skipped the deep divers directly. Anyway, they were not his summoning cards in the strict sense.
So finally.
He looked at the moon beast, and then at the three hanging cultists.
"Have you seen those toads with tentacles on their heads? They know how to interrogate and extract confessions."
I don't know if it was to cater to Li Ming's voice, but several moon beasts approached the interrogators directly. Countless pink tentacles traveled tirelessly between every inch of skin, messing with their nerve endings and arousing them.
The huddled feeling of humiliation.
Each tentacle teased their skin like devil's fingers, and the sting and shame of being insulted enveloped them.
At the same time, they also saw three of the moon beasts holding bloody iron hooks in their hands, which were almost touching their eyelids.
"I...I said!" The female cultist finally couldn't bear the humiliation, "Ensul Blood Brotherhood, this is our sect!"
Seeing someone speaking, Li Ming asked the moon beast serving the female cultist to stop and looked at her with interest: "Okay, that's a good answer to this question, let's move on to the next question."