Super Great Fortune Teller

This is not the first time that Wang Qian has heard of Alcatraz.

The Duke of Oran once said that he only caught a few of the nuns of that ship, and the rest of them all went into the devil's Island in half a broken ship.

Up to now, the four nuns still look frightened when they mention Alcatraz.

Alcatraz, even the Duke of Oran, needs to stay away.

Wang Qian naturally knew the horror of Alcatraz.

"This map is really a map of the devil's Island. After I bought it at the auction, I began to study it day and night. Originally, I was a well-off person, but after studying the map, I began to look a little confused. I often lost sight when I collected antiques. I want to study the map every day and night, and the words are also interpreted by me... " Speaking of this, Su Qinghe's voice is obviously smaller.

Wang Qian looked at the people around him and said in a light voice, "go back and talk."

Wang Qian leads the way ahead, Su Qinghe, Su Mei and Song Qing follow him.

Not far away, a group of blood hand organization has been taken away, the yard has become like a ghost world.

When Wang Qian led the people into his room, he played an interval note.

Su Qinghe swallowed his saliva, looked at Wang Qian and said: "Master Wang, I have specially checked the words on this picture. From some records of scales and half claws, I have come to a conclusion that there may be..."

Speaking of this, Su Qinghe shut up and looked at everyone in the room.

Wang Qian said in a light voice: "although all people are trustworthy."

Su Qinghe gritted his teeth and said: "this demon island is related to the clues of longevity!"

"Eternal life?" Hearing this, Wang Qian's eyebrows suddenly twisted.

The fists began to clench.

The impact of the word "longevity" is too great.

No matter where the legend of longevity appears all over the world, there will be a bloodbath.

"Yes, it's longevity!"

"Master Wang, to tell you the truth, I was scared when I learned the word" longevity "through those words." Fearing Wang Qian's disbelief, Su Qinghe dipped his hand in tea on the table and wrote down the symbol on the animal skin paper, and then wrote down several pictographs.

"This is the Chinese oracle bone inscriptions, which is equivalent to a kind of hieroglyphic, and this kind of writing is between the oracle bone inscriptions and the ancient seal script."

"Eternal life?"

All the people gathered around. After seeing the words, everyone's brows had been tightened.

"No, how can I hear that the Devil Island has no place to go back to, and what kind of longevity there will be?" Master Songqing frowned.

"Yes, I heard about the Devil Island when I came here. When I got there, all the radars would fail. Even the satellites in the sky could not find out the outline of the Devil Island. The Devil Island and Bermuda Triangle are known as some of the most terrible places in the world, and even become a forbidden area." Han Feilin.

Hearing this, Wang Qian's brows are more and more wrinkled.

"That's why I didn't dare to hide him and sell it to the blood hand organization. The money is not much. It's only more than US $1 million. Even I lost money. However, even if it's so cheap, the organization of blood hands didn't let me go. They threatened me with Su Mei and asked me to translate the full text for the organization of blood hands. Where can I translate the full text, but I don't translate it. They are going to kill me, but I have to make a story. " Su Qinghe sighed.

When Wang Qian saw the symbols on the scroll of the animal skin map, he couldn't even see them.

If the old man talks nonsense, I'm afraid no one will know.

"After that I heard that the high level of blood hand organization has disappeared a number of That's it. " At this point, suqinghe seems to be 10 years old.

"Master Wang, it's not that I don't tell you, it's really this..."

Wang Qian shook his head and said nothing more.

After everyone left his room, Wang Qian took a deep breath and went to the window.

On the table, there are also animal skin scrolls.

Wang Qian touched his chin.

Su Qinghe must have told the truth later, and Su Mei seemed innocent, but Wang Qian always felt that he had missed something.

"No!" Wang Qian frowned and went back to the table again.

Seeing the animal skin scroll on the table, Wang Qian took off his glasses.

Two beams of light, one gold and one purple, burst out of Wang Qian's eyes.

The scroll of animal skin in front of him disappeared for the first time. Then Wang Qian saw that the old man Su Qinghe was lying on a bed in a room, and he was sleeping.

As for other people, it's time to rest.

Seeing this, Wang Qian took another look in the direction of Su Mei's room. However, after only one look, Wang Qian's eyebrows had already been raised."Oh, red? It's really hot. " Wang Qian took back his eyes with a faint smile.

Then, Wang Qian stares at the picture of mountains and rivers on the table. After reading it for two minutes, the handwriting on the scroll of animal skin is a little blurred, and Wang Qian's eyes are a little sore.

It's very unusual.

With Wang Qian's current cultivation, it is extremely difficult to make his eyes sour.

The map of mountains and rivers in front of him began to blur. Just as Wang Qian was about to close his eyes, he suddenly opened them again.

The lines on the map of mountains and rivers rise from the animal skin scroll to form the shape of mountains, lakes and valleys.

Wang Qian stares at this scene.

In a minute.

A tiny map of the island floats in front of Wang Qian. Wang Qian is surprised to see it. He steps forward to observe the terrain of the demon island.

In general, the demon island looks like a skeleton.

There are two pools in the skull's orbit.

The pool is dark, and there is a mountain above the skull, which looks like a corner of the skull.

"This..." The more Wang Qian looked, the more shocked he was.

Until the next morning.

When Han Feilin and Song Qing knock on Wang Qian's door, Wang Qian is still looking at the picture of mountains and rivers.

"Master Wang?" See Wang Qian standing in front of the table motionless, Song Qing can't help but wonder asked.

"Master Wang!"

After calling Wang Qian twice in a row, Wang Qian still didn't wake up.

Song Qing's heart sank and pushed Wang Qian.

At this time, Songqing is in the invisible soul world, and a wisp of Wang Qian's soul is walking in the mountains and rivers, measuring every inch of land.

"Master Wang! Master Wang Songqing pushed Wang Qian several times, but he couldn't wake him up, so he went out to look for someone else.

When Han Feilin and others came to Wang Qian's room, they saw that Wang Qian had returned to normal.

That pair of Persian cat eyes, is looking at people.