Restraint Card Creator

Chapter 72 You know, I'm not a bad person

Shoggoth stretched out its silky tentacles, bound the limbs of the three cultists, making them hang upside down in the sky.

A few deep divers came over to do their work, but no matter if you were a man or a woman, they just searched and confiscated all the material cards and card sets they were carrying, and handed them to Li Ming.

The professional counterparts beside the Moon Beasts rubbed their palms, staring at the three cult members hung upside down by the Shoggoths in shame, eager to try, and the various instruments of torture in their hands seemed to be already hungry and thirsty.

It's a pity that Li Ming has let go of the words just now, and these cultists are still useful, and the tormenting people will be left behind for the time being.

Li Ming took the card set that the deep diver handed over, and took out the cards inside and flipped through them again and again. The poverty of these cultists more or less made him frown.

"You guys are really poor." A gust of sea breeze blew by, and Li Ming clicked his tongue.

Originally, I was expecting them to blow a wave of gold coins for me, but after some operations, the ones I got in my hands were really pitiful.

Three people can't make up a blue material card, but there are a lot of green and white. It's hard to imagine that such a poor cultist can still drive purple cards. Sure enough, using the cult's assembly line products is a very good shortcut to becoming stronger.

The three of them maintained a shameful posture, and even their mouths were firmly blocked by the Shoggoths, leaving only a pair of nostrils for breathing.

All three were terrified, Moon Beast and Deep Dive aimed at them with hand crossbows and harpoons, but if there was any extra movement, a crossbow bolt or harpoon would definitely penetrate their throats.

A dark green smog still hung over Innsmouth, but the sun was a little brighter than before the battle began.

Li Ming collected the cards he had harvested by category, looked at the three captives who dared not speak out, and showed Li Ming's look of a good old man: "The summoning cards you all use are the same, so it shouldn't be evil. sacrifice, right?"

"In other words, there is no evil god watching you, right?"

These two understated "right" made the three prisoners faintly panic, and they almost guessed what Li Ming would say next.

"Okay, okay, don't be so nervous," Li Ming chuckled, with Noo Yu who was about to watch a good show, "I said it a long time ago, I'm not a cult member, so I won't kill .”

"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 on the ground with his buttocks on his own. The Shoggoth, who had met Li Mingyi, immediately stretched out a tentacle to catch Li Ming's sinking, and gave Li Ming a comfortable sitting position.

Satisfied, Li Ming nodded, and continued to add: "That's good, don't cult members 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 speaking, the three cultists who had completely lost their momentum looked at each other.

The upside-down posture that Shoggoth specially prepared for them made their brains congested, their faces flushed, and they even suffered from a slight lack of oxygen.

Li Ming raised his hand, letting the tentacles of the Shoggoths covering their vocal openings loosen and gave them the freedom to speak, but they still kept their mouths tight, as if their mouths were covered with tape.

It’s not surprising, as cultists often witness some sort of “miracle” with their own eyes. Coupled with the brainwashing of so-called doctrines, many fanatics even put their own lives behind their beliefs.

The soft one has already come, so it's time to come to the hard one next.

Seeing that several people were silent, Li Ming also adjusted his sitting posture a little bit, deliberately put on a somewhat irritable expression.

Sure enough, relaxation alone is not enough, and a little more pressure is still needed.

"It seems that you are not very willing, that's fine, then ask my summoning cards for their opinions."

Upon hearing this, the Shantak bird took a step forward, flapping its bat wings continuously, and uttered a few times in a low voice and completely incomprehensible words.

Translate, just a few words.

"Fuck! Lose the palace!"

"Okay, you shut up first."

Shantak shrank back aggrievedly, wrapped his bat wings around his body like a child who did something wrong, and hid in a corner alone.

Li Ming turned to look at his old minister Dagon, hoping to hear if he had any constructive suggestions.

Dagon dragged its iconic huge figure and moved to the front of the three cultists little by little. Just standing under the monolith, its figure seemed extremely stalwart.

It held out its fingers, pointed at them, then pointed at the deep ones.

"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 cheap for them?"

The three cultists were stunned. Turning them into ugly and disgusting fish monsters, was it even a sympathy for this guy?
The Shoggoth, who couldn't speak, formed a giant mouth organ similar to the blood slime worm just now, and then babbled and babbled, expressing his thoughts with actions.

"You mean to eat it? That's not okay, it's just that we didn't get any benefits from the delicious food you tasted. Xiuji should remember to think about other people next time when he thinks about things."

Shoggoth touched the black protoplasmic swell with his tentacles, but he didn't know if he heard it.

The thinking of the deep divers should be exactly the same as that of Dagon, so Li Ming directly skipped the deep divers, anyway, they are not strictly his summoning cards.

So finally.

He looked at the moon beast, and then at the three hanged heretics.

"Did you see that group of 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, a few moon beasts directly approached the interrogated, and countless pink tentacles tirelessly passed through every inch of skin, stirring their nerve endings and arousing them. Crouching humiliation.

Each tentacle was provoking their skin like devil's fingers, and the sting and shame of being insulted shrouded 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 such humiliation, "Ensur Blood Brotherhood, this is our sect!"

Seeing someone speak, Li Ming stopped the Moon Beast who was serving the female cultist, and looked down at her with interest: "Okay, this question is answered well, then the next question."

Li Ming paused: "Who sent you here?"

(End of this chapter)