"If you're not afraid Black Mountain tampered with the things on the wooden rack, go take them yourself," Shen Luo said casually.
Although Shen Luo had given his consent, Qing Lu hesitated after hearing that.
Shen Luo paid him no mind. He took out the leather scroll and unfolded it, revealing an intricate map-like pattern drawn on it, like a tattoo. Thousands of lines crisscrossed its surface.
To one side of the map were several large ancient seal-script characters: "Hell Labyrinth Map."
Shen Luo studied the map closely for a while, and his brow gradually furrowed.
The map was not crudely drawn; if anything, it was remarkably detailed. Yet it did not mark the correct route of travel. It seemed to be merely a chart of the terrain's layout.
Moreover, its layers were exceedingly complex. With a casual glance, Shen Luo spotted dozens of intersecting crossroads, the lines tangled together like a spiderweb.
Just as he was about to examine it more carefully, his expression suddenly changed slightly.
"We've been discovered..."
Before he could warn the still-hesitant Qing Lu, gusts of wind began howling outside. The already dim and lightless sky grew even gloomier.
Boom!
A figure crashed heavily to the ground, landing in the center of the ghost residence's courtyard.
Shen Luo put away the Hell Labyrinth Map and turned to leave the secret chamber. After a brief struggle, Qing Lu finally gritted his teeth and swept up everything on the wooden rack.
"If I'm not dead this time, I'll be as good as dead anyway. To hell with it..." he muttered, then actually took the initiative to chase after Shen Luo.
The moment he caught up with Shen Luo, he saw a tall black figure rushing out from the front courtyard.
"Immortal, don't get entangled with him. If