The reason why this point caught my eye was because this point was the point that the old man pointed out to me when I came in, and it was the spot where the little wolf was trapped.

When I saw the exact location of this point, I was both happy and dismayed.

I rejoice because I finally know the exact location of this point, and I don't have to blindly look for it anymore. But upon closer inspection, this feeling of joy immediately faded, and then depression followed. There's no way I can't be frustrated, because there's no route that leads there.

According to the map, there is no route to get there, and the location where they are trapped is actually an independent space, and the two closest routes to them are both organ routes. Moreover, these two paths are only closer to them, not connected to the space where they are trapped.

In other words, there was some distance between the space they were trapped in and the two nearest mechanism routes, and there was nothing marked in this distance, it was an enclosed mountain.

I compared the distance according to the route we walked, and roughly estimated that this distance is not short, and it is basically impossible to enter in the form of a thief hole, even if it is opened, it is also a matter of the year of the monkey and the month of the horse, and when the time comes, I am afraid that if we go in, they have all become a pile of white bones.

Seeing this, I hurriedly glanced at the map on the ground again, for fear that I had drawn it wrong.

Actually, at the moment, I wish I had drawn it wrong, and only if I drew it wrong, this situation would not have happened.

But it backfired, and I drew every bend and route on the route exactly right. The fact that my eyes were fixed on the map on the ground was exactly the same as the parchment roll in my hand made me fall into deep thought.

"My day, have you finished painting?" The old prostitute stood aside and urged: "Hurry up if you don't finish the painting, the blood will dry up in a while."

"Ahh The painting is finished. "I don't know why, all of a sudden, I feel like my brain is spinning half a beat slower, and I'm even a little sluggish to speak. Fortunately, the old prostitute urged me, otherwise I really don't know how long I would have thought about it.

"Oh my god, I'm done painting, then don't waste it, hurry up and bandage your hands."

The old prostitute reminded San'er not to bleed anymore, but San'er didn't take her hand back, but wanted to see the parchment scroll I had drawn, probably wanting to compare it herself.

I didn't care about San'er's distrust, after all, this is not a trivial matter, and there is no room for half a difference. I handed the parchment scroll to San'er, and then my eyes looked at the blood map on the ground, thinking about how to get to the place where the wolf cub was trapped.

In fact, at this moment, what I think about is not only how we should go in to save people, but also how do the little wolves get in? How did they get trapped inside? Since it was a separate space and not connected to the outside world, how could they possibly enter it?

For a while, my mind was full of these questions, and it was unimaginable.

After San'er took the parchment roll, he carefully checked it again to confirm that it was correct, and then withdrew his bleeding hand.

As soon as San'er withdrew his hand, I saw a noticeable decrease in blood on the map. In less than five seconds, all the blood on the map was gone, and it seemed to have penetrated into the stones, and there was not a trace of blood in the lines that flowed through the blood.

This scene is indeed very surprising, if it was me in the past, I would definitely think about it, but right now, I don't have this mood, and I don't have extra brain cells to think about this, because now there are more important problems to solve.

When San'er was about to bandage his hands, the old prostitute took the parchment roll, looked at it a few times, and said: "My god, this game should be really useful, I thought the old man was playing with us, but I didn't expect this parchment roll to really be used."

"Awesome! It's awesome!" The old prostitute admired sentence after sentence, and moved along a route with her fingers. I glanced at the route the old prostitute was pointing to where we had walked when we entered.

"Here we are." The old prostitute pointed to a dot and continued, "Oh my god, we've come so far."

After the old prostitute said this, the expression on her face immediately changed, and she no longer had the smug expression she had just now, and she became confused.

He didn't have to think about it to know that he must have seen the wolf cub where they were trapped. Anyone who sees that point will probably have this kind of expression of the old prostitute.

"Xiao Qi, are you drawing it wrong? How can this be?" The old prostitute pondered for a few seconds before she asked me.

I shook my head and didn't answer. San'er answered: "That's right, this is the problem we have to face."

"That's right?" The old prostitute glanced at the parchment scroll again, and then wondered, "If it's true, then how can this be explained?"

"There is no need to explain, not everything in this world has to be reasonable, and there are many things that cannot be explained." San'er sat on the ground to bandage his hands, and then said, "Should you help me bandage it before discussing this?"

I squatted down to help San'er bandage his hands, but the old prostitute didn't help, but still held the parchment roll and looked at it while pondering.

"Damn, I've tried the mechanism here, no matter how evil it is, it's not just a little fucking weird. I always feel that there is something wrong with this map, either it was drawn wrong, or it was wrong in the first place. The old prostitute looked at the parchment scroll repeatedly, and seeing that none of us answered, and could only assume that the map was correct, and finally asked helplessly, "How did they get in?"

After the old prostitute asked this sentence, I kept staring at San'er, hoping that he would answer. But San'er didn't say anything, didn't give a reply, didn't respond, as if he hadn't heard, and was intently looking at my hand that was bandaging him.

I didn't understand San'er's expression, and I seemed to feel that he seemed to know something, but he didn't say it, as if he wasn't in a hurry to save the little wolf. always felt that he didn't seem to be trying to save people at the moment, but more like he had other plans, and he didn't care about the life and death of the trapped people inside.

I don't know if I'm right with this idea, maybe I was infected by the suspicion of the old prostitute, and I also began to have opinions about San'er.

"How much do you know about this place? How many things are there that we haven't been told? How did they get trapped inside? Is it a mechanism, or is it something else?" I asked San'er unreservedly.

San'er glanced at me, then looked back at Ma Daha and Scar in the distance, then turned his head back, and said to me and the old prostitute: "My opinion is that if you go back now, you can also see the place where they are trapped, this is an impossible task, not to mention that we want to rescue them, even if we want to go in, it is a big problem." Besides, even if we can get in with our lives, we may not be able to get out, let alone bring people out, which is simply impossible, so there is no need to waste time here. ”

When I heard what San'er said, I was angry. Instead of answering my question, this guy took the initiative to retreat. I couldn't stand this, and I opened my mouth and asked, "What the fuck do you mean?" It's time to retreat. ”

As soon as I finished speaking, the old prostitute who was standing aside immediately became alert, and hurriedly raised the gun, pointed the muzzle of the gun at San'er, and shouted at the same time: "Don't fucking try to move your dart, it's not as fast as a bullet at such a close distance."

San'er was not only not nervous when he saw the old prostitute raising the gun, but smiled and said, "I am for your good, I have lived for most of my life, and I am afraid that I will not die." You can already see where they are trapped, if there is a real chance to get in, will I give up? Have you thought about the two of them?" San'er pointed in the direction of Ma Daha and Scar, and then said, "Have you ever thought that they would leave alive?"

"Don't fucking bullshit, their life and death can't be decided by you with a word. Since we can get in alive, we can get out alive. I replied firmly.

"Not necessarily, right?" San'er sneered, and then said: "Those who fall to the ground are all alive, but there will only be fewer and not more living people who come up."

"My god, you're wrong about this, there are fewer people who have done it, and one more who has come up." The old prostitute was very proud, and looked at San'er with a very contemptuous look.

I know that the old prostitute is talking about Meng Xinrui, only that time we brought her up from the ancient tomb, but there were really a lot of people who went down that time, and there were only a few of us who came up, in fact, more people died than any time. Although I know that the old prostitute is bragging, I can't reveal the bottom of the old prostitute.

"yes, then I'm really alone." San'er said.

"You have a lot of things that you are lonely and unheard, tell you the truth, the people we brought out of the ancient tomb are also here." Before the old prostitute finished speaking, San'er glanced back at Scar and Ma Daha.

"Don't look at it, it's not the two of them, you see which of the two of them looks like they have lived in the ancient tomb for three years."

"What?" San'er hesitated for a moment and asked, "You mean, the people you brought out in the ancient tomb have lived in the ancient tomb for three years?"

"That's right, now that person is trapped inside like Zhanzhao, and he is also from your own family."

"The surname of this person you are talking about is Meng?" San'er asked.

The old prostitute nodded, but said nothing. San'er then asked, "Is it a man?" Or is it a woman? Where did you bring it out?"

As soon as I was about to answer San'er's question, the old prostitute immediately said, "Don't worry, I'll sue you, but you have to tell me about the situation here."

The old prostitute is really an old fritter, and at this time, she can think of using this way to exchange information with San'er.

San'er glanced at the old prostitute and said disdainfully: "If you don't say it, I don't want to know, that's your business, I don't need to get involved."

After listening to San'er, I took a deep breath and said in my heart, damn, I can't talk anymore. I really wanted to go over and kick him, throw the infinite doubts in my heart directly in his face, and then use the tiger chair and chili water, and use all the cruel means to make him spit out all the secrets about this place.