Heavy snow with goose feathers, with a few black spots, it is difficult to walk in the snowfield.

Heavy wheezing sounds.

"The order of 'Lord Duan' is to find out the 'black line' in the Western Regions, compare the anomalies of the Great Wei City, and draw a map. ”

After a pause, the black-robed man led by him clenched his fists, hugged his body, and said in a trembling voice: "We have crossed the Xiguan and come here this time, and we are alone and in danger, and there is no room for mistakes. To be clear, Jiang Qingyi is no longer our barrier, if something goes wrong, Luoyang's identity will be exposed...... Even if he didn't die at the hands of the demon clan, he would die at the hands of the Sixteen Character Battalion. ”

There were six people in total, all dressed in black robes, they didn't seem to be cultivating, wrapped in thick coats, stepping on the snow, each foot was extremely difficult, bathed in a miserable white color, their eyebrows were swaying, they leaned on each other, and they wore a long thick linen rope under their armpits.

Wind and snow are in the same boat.

The man standing at the front was tall, wrapped the long thick linen rope around his waist, crossed two circles, tied it to his hand, staggered from side to side, and said in a deep voice: "It is said that after the collapse of the Demon Clan's Holy Mountain, the Chess Palace moved westward, and almost all the demon beasts in the Western Regions retreated to the deeper snow region. ”

He suddenly said with some self-deprecation: "It seems that the one who survived the avalanche is a highly respected chess master...... It is also an unwavering 'royalist'. After this catastrophe, he temporarily led the westward movement of the Qi Gong Ju clan in order to wait for the return of the Maharaja. ”

The group walked with difficulty in the wind and snow.

The black-robed man at the head, the edge of the black-robed robe that covered his face was occasionally pulled down by the wind and snow, revealing a handsome face, he never stopped talking, and his weak voice was intermittent.

He squinted, his eyes flashed with imperceptible anger, and a strong desire to survive, and in the process of constantly speaking, the sleeves of the black robe trembled slightly, with wisps of vitality, and the black robe ran towards the snow.

Sen Luodao caught several groups of merchants of the Great Wei, many of whom had a skill, such as these six people, all of whom were experts in drawing maps, and after the signing of the Qijiang contract, they came to the Great Wei with the family business, and they have gained a firm foothold in recent years.

The Qi family is such a family, not as strong as the eight families, but it is enough to get on the stage, the gate valve is large enough, and the young man in the black robe thinks a little self-deprecatingly, when did the elders of the clan who have never met each other in the past day and perform their duties think that they will be tied to the same long rope at this moment, walking together in this vast snowfield, and drawing a map for the Luoyang surnamed Cao?

In front of the sword, money looks pale and weak.

In front of the state, the individual seems small and ridiculous.

When Sen Luodao kicked the door and arrested people, the leader was a young and pale man, dressed in a black robe, his eyebrows were scarlet like dates, and he looked indifferent and high, and killed the rebels who did not want to kneel, and showed mercy to the remaining six people, leaving a glimmer of life.

The man surnamed Duan asked them to bring back a map of the "black line" within a radius of ten miles about the formulation of the Western Regions within half a month.

It's been thirteen days since I came to the Western Regions.

In the past thirteen days, what Qi Lin had been worried about has not happened.

He has been using his own vitality to explore his movements, and even the six people with the entire thick linen long rope are protected by their own light vitality, and they have not received too much erosion from the wind and snow, otherwise with their weak bodies and bones, they would have rotted on this snowfield after half a month.

Qi Lin walked the rivers and lakes, went out to travel very early, and happened to encounter such a disaster when he returned home, and was mistaken for the heir of the clan who was proficient in drawing, and tied to this rope.

The elders of the clan, he didn't know everything, and the ones who walked with him were only one or two when he was young, some of them were familiar, and the others were not impressed.

So the other five people on this rope, except for themselves, mostly remained silent in order to save their physical strength.

Qi Lin just silently observed Fang Yuan's movements.

He was a little worried that the members of the palace with the surname Duan would send a team of Senluo Dao spies, and when he was walking the rivers and lakes earlier, Qi Lin had seen the appearance of people in Senluo Dao, arrogant and unreasonable, and there was no humanity at all.

The old, weak, sick and disabled of the Qi family, women and children, are still in Duan Wuyin's hands, and if they want to be safe, they need that map to change.

What Qi Lin was worried about was that when the map of his group was completed, Sen Luodao killed people, took away the map, and wiped out the Qi family cleanly.

Now it seems that the surname Duan is quite creditable.

Qi Lin didn't notice anyone following.

He suddenly lowered his voice, tightened the long rope, gritted his teeth and said, "Those miscellaneous pieces of Sen Luo Dao, and those surnamed Duan...... If you do it by means, you can't die well. ”

Qi Lin raised his head and looked at the black lines that fell from the heart of the sky and then ran through the entire world.

He didn't know what it was.

Not only the several cities where the Qi family is located, but also Xiguan, and even the Western Regions today, there are such black lines, implicating the earth and the sky, running through light and darkness.

What made Qi Lin feel a little uneasy in his heart was that these black lines seemed to be inextinguishable, and his ninth-grade vitality could be cleared a little, but what followed was a more powerful and tenacious black light.

The black line map of the Western Regions is almost at the end, which makes Qi Lin feel strange, passing through the border of the Western Regions, the distribution of black light is similar to that of the Great Wei, chaotic and disorganized, the closer to the Western Regions, closer to the north, the more the density of the black light increases.

But after arriving at the designated area, these black lines falling from the center of the sky suddenly became reduced, and the lacquer light that could be seen in dozens of steps could not be seen even hundreds of steps.

Qi Lin didn't quite understand.

The drawing of maps is often a collection of patterns, the direction of mountains, plains and rivers, changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter, water accumulation and snowfall, drought and flooding.

Those hidden, hidden, can find patterns on the map drawn.

Qi Lin pursed his lips, he thought of this question.

What does Duan Wuyin, or rather, the Luoyang Imperial Palace, standing behind Duan Wuyin, want from this map?

About the black line, or ...... This area?

The lack of information made Qi Lin unable to figure it all out, but he could be sure that if this map of his was sent to the hands of the Cao family's man, the entire intelligence system of Great Wei would be in his hands, and countless information would flow, and he would inevitably come to some astonishing conclusion, which was why he needed this map.

"Little Qi ......"

There was an old voice behind him, an old man in a white green robe, his lips had been frozen bloodshot, his pale face was covered by a withered old palm, he trembled and wiped the blood stains from the corners of his lips, and said with great patience: "I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while." ”

Qi Lin nodded, he let go of the long thick linen rope that was holding the six people, and said softly, "You guys move on your own, let's take a break here." ”

"Fifth uncle. ”

The long rope was still held in the old man's hand, and when the old man heard Qi Lin's voice, he did not respond immediately, but raised his head, looked at the sky above the dust at the moment, and said with great emotion: "You, look." ”

Qi Lin also raised his head.

After walking a distance, the distribution of black lines in this unknown Western Regions is not dense, and at this moment, there is no trace of darkness in sight.

The old man smiled, "We came to the last area, there is not so much black light here, this seems to be the last place of light in the world." In the drawing of the map, the remaining blank space is light, that is, hope. ”

The old man whispered, "Have you ever thought about it...... What would it look like if the extra black light in the world could never be dissipated?"

Qi Lin was slightly stunned.

The old man said gently: "There will be a lot of darkness around us, and in the darkness, it is inevitable that after walking so many roads, except here, there is no place where you can look at it at a glance, and you can't see the paint light." This is actually ...... It's a desperate thing. ”

Qi Lin pursed his lips.

Oh, yes.

If you look up one day, you won't see the light in the sky.

What a desperate thing it must be?

The old man who was shouted "Fifth Uncle" by Qi Lin squinted his eyes and slowly looked at the clansmen around him, the four of them seemed to be depressed and weak, and shrank in the corner of the snowfield, the wind was not too strong at the moment, and it was not cold.

"There shouldn't be so much darkness in this world. ”

The old man didn't speak loudly, but he was never afraid to let others hear him.

"But where there is light, there is shadow, and shadow is darkness. ”

"Even the hottest and brightest lights in the world have an indelible darkness under them. ”

There was a slight pause.

"The ancient scroll that drew the map, on me. The old man said in a deep voice: "Because I am old enough, so in the process of drawing, we observe each other during the rest, and if he needs to add something, he will ask me to spread out the scroll and then replenish it." ”

Qi Lin's pupils contracted slightly.

The slight use of words was noticed by Qi Lin.

...... "he" who drew the map?

Not them?

He seemed to understand what the old man meant.

In a subtle and short period of time, the Fifth Uncle's movement of taking out the scroll became extremely slow, and some of the originally lazy and depressed eyes around him became vigilant because of his previous words, and some flashed with a burning light.

Qi Lin's face turned pale, and he understood why he kept pouring his vitality into the ground, but he didn't find the reason why the Sen Luo Dao spies were following him.

It's not that they're hidden.

It's because no one is following at all.

According to the style of the temple, if this map is so important, how can it allow mistakes?

Qi Lin understood why he was tied to this rope.

Because this rope has never been tied to all the masters of maps.

One of himself, one of his fifth uncles, and another draftsman.

The remaining three people......

Qi Lin's gaze met with them one by one, and he saw an undisguised wolf gaze.

The remaining three people are a standard Senluo Dao group!

"Whoa—"

Three swishs, at the same time, three silver lights flashed, and the blood light of the crossbow arrow ruthlessly penetrated the fifth uncle's chest, and the old man's qi and blood had already dried up, so even if the tight silver thread on the crossbow arrow was pulled and dragged the old man to the ground, it did not bring out more blood.

He threw the scroll map with all his might, and it landed in Qi Lin's hand.

The eyes of the three Sen Luo Dao spies became extremely cold.

In their eyes, the black-robed man who led the rope forward, the ancient scroll in his hand......

It is an ancient scroll that symbolizes the highest secret of the Great Wei.