But when she said this, He Xiuyan remembered the terrible scene just now, and immediately made her nervous and said, "Will my father ......?"

"The absence of your father's body here proves that he didn't touch the mechanism in the first place. Ye Wudao knew what she was thinking, and immediately opened his mouth to comfort her.

He Xiuyan was concerned about the chaos, and was awakened by Ye Wudao's words, when they came in here, they didn't find any corpses on the ground.

"That'...... Where the hell did my father go? There's no other way out here. He Xiuyan asked puzzled.

"I don't know, but I know for sure, there must be another way out, maybe your father has found a way out or a way to leave. Ye Wudao guessed.

At this time, He Xiuyan suddenly remembered the notebook in her father's bag, and she immediately took out the crumpled handwritten notebook from the bag, which recorded some of the days his father wrote down with a pen.

"February 3rd, Haru, Sakurako, it took me ten years and I finally found news about it, I'm so happy, I haven't closed my eyes for days, and if you're here, I think you'll be happy for me too. ”

"February 10th, Yin, Sakurako, I'm ready, my mood now is indescribable, I can't hold it anymore, I want to find it as soon as possible, only then can I have a chance to see you again. ”

"February 23rd, rain, I have found the location of the ancient house, let me be excited all night without sleeping, looking at your photo, I miss you more and more, Sakurako, one step closer to my goal, maybe I will be able to see you again soon. ”

"On February 30th, it was a fine day, and under the guidance of a local villager, I finally found the exact address of the ancient house. ”

"On the first of March, it rained lightly, and the excavation was ready to begin, and I was now so excited that I hid in my tent with your picture and drank a whole bottle of vodka. ”

............

"Wait, Miss He, who is Sakura in your father's diary, why is there this Sakura's name every day?" Ye Wudao felt a little strange and asked.

"Sakurako is my mother's nickname, but my mother died 10 years ago and she had cancer. He Xiuyan said.

"Then your father has mentioned many times in his days that he will see Sakurako soon, what is going on?" Ye Wudao asked puzzled.

He Xiuyan shook his head, and said to Ye Wudao in the same puzzlement: "I don't know, but my father is a long-term person, and he has never been able to accept his mother's departure back then, could it be that he misses his mother too much, that's why it's like this?"

Ye Wudao was also puzzled, but he was thinking that He Xiuyan's father might have been sick and had a psychological pathology, so he used this tone to describe the days.

"By the way, is there anything else mentioned in your father's day? Ye Wudao asked her.

He Xiuyan flipped through the old diary and found that there was a blank in the back, but a few pages had been torn off, and I don't know if He Xiuyan's father had torn it off.

"Show me. Ye Wudao said to He Xiuyan.

He Xiuyan handed the crumpled notebook to Ye Wudao, and Ye Wudao picked it up and flipped it a few times, feeling as if the cover was a little thicker, and the back cover was thicker than the front cover.

Ye Wudao immediately said to He Xiuyan: "Wait, it seems that there is something in the folder of the notebook." ”

Ye Wudao immediately found a dagger from a charred corpse on the ground, and then used the dagger to cut the back cover, and soon Ye Wudao dragged out a yellowed paper from the folder of the cover.

"What is this?" He Xiuyan asked curiously, looking at the piece of paper.

"Just look at it. Ye Wudao unfolded this piece of paper and found that it was full of some strange words and patterns, and He Xiuyan couldn't understand it at all.

But when Ye Wudao saw these words and patterns, it made his eyelids jump, these words were all some ancient Sanskrit, and it happened that Ye Wudao knew these Sanskrit words and knew what this picture was.

"Ye Wudao, do you understand? What is this?" He Xiuyan couldn't understand.

But Ye Wudao didn't speak for a long time, and after coming over for a while, he took his eyes back from this drawing, and said to He Xiuyan: "This is a treasure hunting map, that's why your father appeared here, I think he must have gone in." ”

"Treasure map, did my father go looking for treasure?" asked He Xiuyan.

"I think so, Miss Ho, I already know what your father is trying to do, but his behavior is dangerous, and we must stop him. Ye Wudao said with a serious expression.

"What does my father want to do?" He Xiuyan looked at Ye Wudao very puzzled and asked him.

"Your father wants to resurrect your mother. Ye Wudao said to her word by word.

"What? How is this possible, my mother has been dead for ten years. He Xiuyan said in disbelief.

"The reason is all in the picture that your father collected, this picture comes from a folk mythological story, legend has it that in ancient times, there was a woman called the witch mother, in the description of this mythical story, the witch mother is a very beautiful woman, as soon as she appears, the flowers of the world will also wither, and the birds will automatically circle around her, obey her command. ”

But her beauty also caused her a lot of trouble, there are hundreds of tribes of patriarchs in order to get the beautiful witch mother, they did not hesitate to launch the tribe only to see the war, resulting in tribes and tribes, smoke everywhere, blood flowed like a river, and the witch mother could not bear to let the living soul be ruined because of herself, so she committed suicide in front of many patriarchs, it is said that when the witch mother died, there were ten thousand birds in the sky wailing, have fallen on the witch mother's side, and work together to take her away. ”

"After the death of the witch mother, the war of the tribes also ended, but there was a tribal patriarch because he loved the witch mother deeply, he couldn't bear to let the witch mother die like this, he did everything possible to find the witch mother's body, and hid her in a secret place, and then devoted his life to refining a resurrection elixir, wanting to save the witch mother. ”

"Then did he revive the witch mother later?" He Xiuyan listened attentively and asked anxiously.

"The witch mother was resurrected, and the birds of the whole earth sang merrily, and the withered flowers reopened. Ye Wudao said to her.

(End of chapter)