The undead put the wooden box in front of Xu Qi 'an and turned away.
"Ka BA!"
Xu Qi 'an's fingertips pressed on the copper lock, and the Qi replaced the key to make the lock pop open.
The moment he opened the wooden box, he smelled anti-corrosion and insect repellent powder. There was a roll of animal skin in the box.
If it wasn't for the fact that it was made of animal skin, the age of this map was definitely more than two thousand years. In the era of the Confucius Saint, the carrier of books was bamboo slips, but animal skins were even older than bamboo slips ... Xu Qi 'an thought to himself as he unrolled the half-rolled animal skin.
After unfolding it, one could see that the map was torn from the middle, and it was the left half of a complete map.
The map was drawn in a strange way. It was covered with twisted and irregular lines, similar to the map in Xu Qi 'an's previous life.
Other than the lines, there were no words.
