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Luo Xiyao said: "Maybe, maybe not. Our remnants are missing arms and legs, and their remnants are no different. Yuan Mingde's fragments are few, so who knows if the center of the puzzle is one or two? Be careful Big mistake, don’t let your guard down just because the treasure is right in front of you. At this time, you have to be more cautious. You must know that murderous intentions are hidden in unexpected places.”

"Yes."

When Fatty and the others were collecting lamp oil from the candlesticks on the stone wall, Helan Linzhang noticed her small movements, "What's wrong with your left hand?"

"The feeling of that door is familiar to me, but I can't remember it." Luo Xiyao frowned, and said, "It's not something important, but I just care about it. I seem to have come into contact with the same thing not long ago, just for a while." Can not remember."

He Lan Linzhang said: "You can think about it slowly. Sometimes it's like this, the more you think about it, the more you can't remember it. When you don't think about it, you might suddenly remember it."

"Maybe." Luo Xiyao shrugged, watching Xiao Ke and the others curiously, "What do you think... what's going to happen next?"

She obviously has the most treasure map fragments, and she has also seen the missing fragment in Yuan Mingde's hand, but she just can't grasp that line... She knows that there must be something wrong with Yuan Mingde's fragments, missing arms and legs. It's a trivial matter, and I'm afraid that the imitation made by the higher authorities may be the opposite of the truth.

The road to the underground palace is difficult and dangerous, even if they will bring the real fragments with them, they will not take them out easily, so there will be no big problem with the sketched map, otherwise once the person who copied the treasure map dies, other people will die. People can't get out.

Therefore, Luo Xiyao thinks that Yuan Mingde's picture is reversed.

She pulled Helan Linzhang to squat down in a corner, and took out the hairpin to smear on the ground.

"Is this the picture of Yuan Mingde?" He Lan asked in Linzhang.

Without raising her head, Luo Xiyao drew the surrounding parts that were in contact with this picture. The remnant picture she copied for Xiao Ke was drawn by herself, and she memorized every line and point on it by heart. , it is very handy to draw now.

"Look, Yuan Mingde's picture can't be connected with all the surrounding lines." As she spoke, Luo Xiyao carefully and slowly sprinkled the phosphorous powder of the green-faced moth in the middle of the leftover picture, and took out a white brocade handkerchief to press on it. above, then flipped the veil over, placed it in the middle of the treasure map, and turned it slowly, "It turned out to be really reversed, I thought..."

Helan Linzhang looked at the sketches on the ground and asked: "Do you think there are too many lines on the treasure map? Even though the Wu Clan was as powerful as gods a thousand years ago, because of the Wu Clan's respect for pure blood, the Witch Clan would not Even if there is no civil strife, it will slowly disappear. The pure blood of the witch clan is powerful, but even if the saint son and saint daughter of the witch clan are combined, the bloodlines born may not be pure. Some people say that this is the witch ancestor disrespecting the gods No matter what the reason is, the Witch Clan suffered heavy losses during that civil strife."

"Unless the Wu Clan are really gods, it is impossible to build such a complex underground palace."

"If the underground palace is the holy temple of the Wu clan, could it be that it was built here from the time of the Wu ancestors, after several generations of hard work..." Luo Xiyao said here, shaking her head: "No, it doesn't make sense. The temple, apart from offering sacrifices, is a trial. It is nothing if there is a murderous intention, but the whole underground palace is meaningless like a maze."

"If the intricate lines are not roads..." Helan Linzhang looked at the bold Xiao Ke, who ran out of the deep cave, and said, "Could it be a waterway? If there is really water under here, it should be Is it the underground river of the underground palace? Let’s not talk about it, let’s talk about the Anning River. In the Eastern Qi Dynasty, there are only about [-] tributaries of the Anning River. Each tributary is then branched, changing from a river to a river, from a small river to a creek or even The lake... If you shrink the Anning River under the underground palace and look at this residual map, is there any explanation for these lines?"

Xiao Ke stood beside them and listened for a while, "Prince Helan is right, there is probably an underground river below." He pointed to a location on the fragmented map and said, "When you copy the fragments of the treasure map, don't you remember Remember the colors here?"

"Color?" Luo Xiyao thought for a moment, "The fragments of the treasure map are like silk but not silk, like paper but not paper. The color is very similar to old parchment, but it is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the palm-sized fragments overlap and roll. It looks thicker than a child's little finger. The color here is dark and black, as if it was painted with ink. We came in from here, this is the grass, this is the fallen sacred tree, so the black spot is the pool of blood. Think To enter the core of the underground palace, we can only go down through this dark hole. And all the complicated lines are extended from the hole."

He Lan Linzhang continued: "If the underground palace was really built from the time of Wu Zu, then now, after thousands of years, the underground river may not have changed."

He sighed and said: "The most important thing is that if this is the case, this treasure map cannot be left by the last emperor of the previous dynasty. The most likely thing is that he got the map of the underground palace of the Wu clan and then returned him to the country. The treasure map we got is likely to be a remnant map, which he used to record the route and location of the treasure.”

Xiao Ke rubbed his face, "That's true, but it's troublesome. Wuzu is a legendary figure, existing like a god. I never thought that these... really existed. If the craftsmen of the previous dynasty used the Wuzu The underground palace built by the power of the earth, we can still explore the truth, it is really an ancient relic, and it will be close to death."

"It's not all good." Luo Xiyao said, "The last emperor of the former dynasty can hide the hope of restoring the country, that is to say, the road from the entrance to the treasure is taken by him, and the road is good. Regardless of whether it is a mechanism, even if it is incomplete, he will carefully record it in order to wake up one day in the future. Otherwise, when he wakes up decades or even hundreds of years later and pushes open the coffin, he may have forgotten the way he came. Wouldn't it be a city of sleepiness and sorrow?"

wait!coffin?
Luo Xiyao raised her eyebrows, raised her hand to hold Helan Linzhang's knee, "I thought about it, what does that black door in the blood pool look like! It looks like a coffin!"

As she spoke, she looked at Xiao Ke who was squatting on the ground with her chin resting on Ping An's shiny head, "Do you know what kind of wood the coffin I hid in was made of?"

How could he not remember this?He made a lot of gold out of it! "It's golden nanmu."

Xiao Ke carefully recalled the sound of the door colliding with the stone wall when it was closed, and said: "It is indeed not a stone door. The door we used to break into the blood pond is hidden in the stone wall, and we can't find it with our eyes alone. If we can't see the door The door is the bottom of the coffin, the bones in the pool of blood are the corpse, and the last black wooden door is the coffin lid..."

While thinking, he said slowly: "There are intruders in the bones in the blood pool, and there are also members of the witch clan who have failed the trial. Therefore, the existence of the blood pool is for soul suppression..."