"Blue quality healing card...... It's really extravagant, and the effect is really much stronger than that of a green card, no wonder it's so expensive on the market. ”

After using up the blue healing card, the old man's legs instantly straightened, and it seemed that he had also erased rheumatism, joint pain and other messy incurable diseases.

Along the way, Li Ming took several other water dungeons to rescue the sacrifices of many cultists, after all, it was more or less a combat power, and returned their cards by the way.

Uh, okay, some of it will be returned.

Almost all the sacrifices will have a big question mark on their heads when they get their own card decks, and then ask Li Ming, why do you feel that the material cards you have accumulated for a long time are a lot less, and it seems that there are a few high-quality spell cards missing?

In this regard, Li Ming's reply is very unified-

"I don't make it! Maybe the cultists used it. ”

"Those cultists are so disgraced, maybe your material cards have begun to circulate on the black market."

In this regard, those rescued sacrifices felt that what Li Ming said was very reasonable, and it was very much in line with the stereotype of the cultists in their minds.

After all, high-quality material cards and spell cards are out there, and who can't be tempted!

And the old man on the side listened to Li Ming talking nonsense with his eyes open, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

There's no way, people even saved your life, a few blue cards are nothing.

If you don't say it, it's useless to say it.

However, after opening a few water prisons, Li Ming found a problem.

These people who were locked up in the water prison were basically some old and weak, sick and disabled, either quasi-trainee card makers like themselves, or because they had been locked up for too long, and the sea of spirits was almost exhausted.

In addition, their decks are scattered, and most of them are not systematic, so they can't form any combat effectiveness at all.

Even if Dagon could take them out of this lake on his own, there would be a whole cult village out there.

In particular, we are still uncertain about the strength of this cult, and it feels more than auspicious to rush out.

It's hard......

Li Ming was thinking about it, and the old man on the side seemed to see Li Ming's concerns, and took out a contact spell card from his card deck.

"I'll use my contact card to send a distress signal to the nearby investigator association, and when the time comes, we'll be in touch with them."

Hearing this, Li Ming nodded: "Okay, it seems that the blue healing card is not wrong." ”

Old man: "......"

I'll copy it, why did you give me my card for treatment, I still have to thank you, right?

After a few words in his heart, the old man raised his hand, and the contact card turned into blue dots of light and scattered around, and soon disappeared at the end of the water.

"The Card Makers Association within a hundred kilometers of the vicinity has been notified, wait for rescue."

Hearing this, Li Ming nodded, if there is an external force to rescue his side, there will be a few more chances of victory.

While there is still time, it is better to find out the structure of the entire water dungeon.

He wandered along the underwater pathway, presumably overconfident in the Detection Guards, and didn't encounter any Cultists along the way.

In the process of groping, Li Ming noticed a strange space.

There is a mysterious and ancient altar made of black coral and giant shells, which looks very new under the washing of the water, as if it is alien to this water, and only a few soft rays of light shoot into the depths of the altar.

The altar is covered in blue-green fungus, and the sea microbes around it emit eerie colors and smells, and there is even a faint green glow in its depths.

Even Li Ming's breathing couldn't help but slow down by half a beat, and a strange whisper seemed to sound in his ears, like a mixed sound of demons and beasts.

"It looks a bit like an altar......"

Li Ming's first reaction was to destroy this place directly, but after careful consideration, he vetoed this idea.

He wasn't sure if he would have a ripple effect if he destroyed it.

"Si~ can't do nothing, what if I am really sacrificed or they call that evil god over?"

At this time, Li Ming felt that his hands couldn't bear to do something.

He turned his head to look at a very hidden corner and thought for a moment.

Speaking of which, I seem to have seen a sect that believes in Dagon in some Cthulhu Mythos novels, called the Dagon Secret Order.

He even remembered the symbols of the Great Gon Secret Order.

Why don't you draw the logo of the Dagon Order on it?

It's not a matter of whether the pheasant god of the Lord of the Dark Tides is called Ensur Zebel, after all, Dagon also has a lot of fallacies, such as Polyphemus and so on.

Anyway, they are all evil gods, and our Dagon Order is organized and disciplined, and it is also the ruler of the old days.

There are not only people on the top, referring to Cthulhu, but also his own little brother below, referring to the deep diver.

A batch with a clear system.

Isn't it much better than you, some wild evil god?

After finishing the painting, Li Ming looked at his work with satisfaction.

"Gone, Dagon! Go back to sleep and get ready for tomorrow! ”