"If you are not afraid that Heishan has tampered with the things on the wooden shelf, just take them yourself." Shen Luo said casually.
Although he got Shen Luo's approval, Qing Lu himself was a little hesitant after hearing this.
Shen Luo ignored him and took out the leather scroll and opened it. He saw a very intricate map drawn on it like a tattoo, with thousands of lines crisscrossing across it.
On one side of the map, there were large characters written in ancient seal script: "Map of Hell's Labyrinth".
Shen Luo stared at the map carefully for a while, and his brows couldn't help but frowned.
The map was not sloppily drawn, it could even be said to be very detailed, but the correct route was not marked on it. It looked like just a terrain distribution map.
Moreover, this layer was very complicated. Shen Luo glanced at it casually and saw dozens of criss-crossing intersections. The lines were intricate and complex, like a spider web.
Just as he was about to take another closer look, his expression suddenly changed.
"Discovered..."
Before he could remind Qing Lu who was still hesitating, whistling sounds of wind were heard outside, and the already gloomy sky became even darker.
A muffled "boom" sound!
A figure fell heavily to the ground and landed in the center of the haunted house.
Shen Luo put away the map of the hell maze, turned around and walked out of the secret room. Qing Lu behind him, after a moment of hesitation, made up his mind, rolled up all the things on the wooden shelf and put them all away.
“I’m going to die this time, so who cares…” He growled and took the initiative to chase after Shen Luo.
Just as he caught up with Shen Luo, he saw a tall black figure rushing out from the front yard.
"Sir, don't get entangled with him. Once you attract Jiu Ming, it will be too late..."
Shen Luo looked back at Qing Lu, somewhat surprised that he would remind him.
"Well, I have been enduring here for a long time. After the Immortal's commotion this time, I basically have no way to survive. I only ask the Immortal to take me with you, so that I can be useful on the road." Qing Lu explained with a helpless look on his face.
Upon hearing this, Shen Luo hesitated for a moment, then rolled up his sleeves and half-imprisoned and half-wrap Qing Lu up, then stretched out his body and flew directly into the sky.
"Where are you going..."
A furious roar came from below, and the yellow clouds in the sky surged and rolled.
An extremely huge and distorted ghost face emerged, almost exactly the same as what Shen Luo saw that year.
The aura on this ghost face at this moment was much stronger than it was back then. The rolling demonic energy emanating from it alone was enough to overwhelm Qing Lu.
Although they are both in the True Immortal Stage and there is a small realm gap between them, the difference in strength between them is as huge as heaven and earth.
However, Shen Luo is no longer the weak man who could only flee in a hurry and rely on the sacrifice of the Horse-Faced Soul-Catcher to survive. If he didn't want to waste time here, he would even want to kill the Black Mountain Demon on the spot.
Shen Luo clenched his fist and secretly practiced the Huangting Sutra. His magical power surged throughout his body and a golden and jade luster faintly appeared around him. With a loud dragon roar, he punched the ferocious ghost face.
I saw a golden dragon shadow seeming to swim out from his back, rush out along his arm, turn into a golden fist shadow, and smash into the ghost face.