Lin Feng gradually understood what Stink's blood had depicted.
It was a Map.
A foolproof Map that included the timing and the way in. That eight-legged Spider was most likely Dora Mahā Temple, where the demon was suppressed, and the "fruit" on it was actually the stars filling the sky.
Viewed from the tropics, the stars were exceptionally brilliant and bright, and Lin Feng was indeed standing very high up.
Those stars truly did twinkle.
Lin Feng held Gamalang, sensing that he had little time left. The man was nothing but a bundle of bones.
He barely weighed anything.
Gamalang gazed at the stars with utter fascination. He watched several particular stars for a while before saying, "It's almost time. We only have four hours. After four hours, no matter what happens, we must come out."
Lin Feng took him down, the Map drawn in blood still fresh in his mind.
The Map Gamalang had described to him in the treetops was exactly the same as the one Lin Feng remembered.
He had not deceived Lin Feng about the Map.
On this accursed land forsaken by the Buddha.
Gamalang signaled for their people to go ahead first, feeling their way forward from Zheng He's Demon-Suppressing Stele.
One of the indigenous people accompanying him took out a small bag and released a little snake from it.
The snake slithered inside, disappearing into an open cave entrance.
After a long while, the indigenous man nodded. Gamalang signaled for everyone to enter, but repeatedly warned them, "Do not mention names. Do not hide yourselves in the darkness. Every thirty heartbeats, each of you must make a sound."
He stood beside Lin Feng, who held a torch and "guarded" Gamalang with the utmost respect for the elderly and care for the young.
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