Chapter Seventy-One: The Secret Route

The doctor's sudden words made my body stiffen, and when I noticed that he was squinting and staring intently at the drawings, I knew that he might have noticed something, and I was afraid that my movements might interrupt him, so I kept my posture motionless.

After a long time, just when my hands were almost numb, the doctor suddenly lifted his glasses, revealing a sudden look: "Oh, so that's the case, I understand!" ”

The doctor nodded at me and said yes, and I breathed a long sigh of relief, stretched my somewhat stiff body, and asked the doctor if he had found anything.

The doctor smiled, took the drawing from my hand, and used his fingernail to lightly draw an imprint on the end of one of the lines, and did not explain, but just told us to pay attention to it, and the mystery was in the imprint.

We were all a little puzzled and skeptical, but we all focused our eyes on the shallow mark.

A minute passed, two minutes passed, and three minutes passed, but the imprint did not change in the slightest, the Taoist priest was impatient, and couldn't help but stab the doctor with his hand: "I said, although we haven't known each other for a long time, but you saved the life of the Taoist master, we are also fated, the Taoist master treats you as a friend, but the Taoist is the most annoying guy who sells Guanzi, you don't fucking be the same as the reporter, otherwise the Taoist will scold you in the future!" ”

The doctor couldn't help but laugh when he heard the Taoist priest's non-threatening threat, but he didn't accept the Taoist priest's set, and still smiled silently.

The Taoist priest looked depressed, but there was still no way, he scratched his head for a while, he got into the drawing for a while, and he was far away from it, and there were some strange sounds in his mouth, which made me feel annoyed.

I really can't imagine how a person like a Taoist priest has spent nearly 20 years of his career as a Taoist, doesn't it mean that cultivators pay attention to concentrating and meditating and getting close to nature?

Just when I was complaining in my heart, Lin Qiaoer suddenly exclaimed: "Ah, it's moved, look at it!" ”

She pointed to the mark carved by the doctor just now, and we looked at it closely, and we were also shocked, only to see that the mark that was still close to the end of the line just now had been thrown away by the line about half an inch away, which means that the line on the picture is alive.

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief, and the doctor asked Xiuling for a pen, and it took nearly two hours to draw all the moving tracks of all the lines on the map.

A surprising scene appeared, only to see that the trajectory of all the lines was finally connected, covering the originally chaotic small lines, and finally forming a complete line with twists and turns.

We watched in shock as the doctor finished the last stroke, and suddenly a complete route was clearly displayed on the drawing, and I finally knew what the doctor was referring to.

What is presented in front of us now is the real map of the Lock Demon Lake. Damn, what a powerful concealment method, this Lingjin is too awesome, if it weren't for the doctor's careful observation, I'm afraid that even if I die of old age, it would be impossible to discover the secret hidden in this picture.

High, it's too high.

The doctor looked at the finished map, took a deep breath, and said, "Xiu Ling is right, this map is incomplete, this is a combination map, at the moment we only have a part of the lake, and the route of the lake is missing markings, which is also incomplete. ”

I patted the doctor and reassured him that it was already good compared to before, and now that we had a partial roadmap, we didn't have anything before. Besides, since the destination is a lake, the upstream of Silverfish Gully must pass through this lake, and we only need to go straight up the river to find the Lock Demon Lake.

As long as you find the lake, this map will come in handy, and it will be a great bonus for tonight.

This night's tossing, beating, and drawing, it was already very late, so everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

For the next three days, we have been studying how to find the Lock Demon Lake, and the Taoist priest is still not at ease, because none of us can guarantee whether the river will fork before we reach the Lock Demon Lake, and where each fork leads, and whether there will be any danger?

Now that we have an intuitive understanding of the dangers of the upper reaches of the whitebait gully, we must take into account all possible situations as much as possible before deciding to set off.

For this reason, we took the great risk of renting a boat and went up to the whitefish gully twice.

The first time was on the second day after we found the map, that is, on the fifth day after the third uncle entered the mountain, we did not call Lao Gui, but carried the boat into the silverfish ditch by ourselves, and probably reached the vicinity of the river where the body was found.

The second time, we crossed the bend where the body was found, and after about two or three kilometers of travel, we found a backpack on a branch of a bush next to the river.

The Taoist priest recognized at a glance that it was a standard backpack uniformly equipped in the third uncle's team, and he was carrying it now. When I looked at it, I found that it was true, several people hurriedly controlled the boat to the river bank and took off the backpack, but unfortunately the zipper of the bag had already been unzipped, and the contents were washed away by the river, so I couldn't help but be a little depressed.

Just as we were about to continue upstream, the river suddenly began to swell, and the current became turbulent, and the doctor's face changed dramatically, saying that it might be a torrential rain in the mountains, and the flood water would flow into the river, and it would definitely be more turbulent after that.

We had no choice but to turn around and head back down the rapids back to Toast.

On the last day, the third uncle still didn't come back, not only the third uncle, but also no one from the Heavenly Witch Sect came out, except for the corpse we found at the beginning, and even the dead body didn't rush down after that.

The appearance of dead bodies and backpacks kept my heart hanging, and after the deadline came, there was still no news, and I couldn't help but start thinking about whether to enter the mountain.

That's when the unexpected happened. From the second time we went into the upper reaches of Yinyugou alone and encountered the river swelling, for three days in a row, the toast was covered with heavy rain, and the river swelled, in this case, even if we had the heart to enter the mountain, there was no way.

I could only hold an umbrella and wait by the water hyacinth every day, hoping that a few boats would suddenly appear in the rain, and the faces on the boats would have the faces that I was familiar with; Or maybe the swelling river will wash up a few floating corpses, and there will be no familiar faces among these floating corpses.

After all, there was a long distance between reality and expectation, until three days later, when the rain stopped, the sun showed up again, and the water gulls rose with high water levels, and I waited for nothing, neither boats nor corpses.