"Take it yourself if you're not afraid that Black Mountain has tampered with the things on the wooden frame," Shen Luo said casually.
Although he had received Shen Luo's approval, Qing Lu hesitated after hearing what he had said.
Shen Luo didn't bother with him and took out the leather scroll to open it, only to see a very complicated map etched on it like a tattoo, with thousands of intersecting lines.
On the side of the map, there were ancient seal characters that read "Hell Labyrinth Map."
Shen Luo stared at the map and examined it carefully, his brows inevitably furrowing.
The map was meticulously drawn, not sloppily at all. However, it didn't seem to indicate the correct path to follow; it seemed more like a map of the terrain distribution.
Moreover, the layers of the map were very complex. At a glance, Shen Luo saw dozens of intersections with lines crisscrossing intricately, like a spider web.
He was about to take a closer look when his expression suddenly changed.
