Ruan Tang looked at Yan Yu: "Brother, that map... can you draw it?"

Yan Yu looked at her serious little face, stretched out his long arm, and instead of taking the cup, he directly grabbed her little hand that was on the table and squeezed it into his hot palm.

"Don't worry, I remember everything."

His rough thumb, with a soothing force, gently caressed the back of her delicate hand.

"Don't worry, I'll show you everything I saw..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ruan Tang's mind went blank.

A familiar, domineering, and absolutely possessive spiritual force gently enveloped her consciousness.

The feeling was wonderful, as if he had embraced me into the most private realm of my mind, forceful yet cherished.

An image was directly imprinted onto the screen.

A brown map with tattered edges and crooked lines, drawn with the cheapest charcoal pencil, with seven blood-like red dots on it in vermilion.

Three of the place names made Ruan Tang's brows furrow unconsciously.

Coffin Slope.

White Bone Ravine.

Mass grave.

Just reciting those words aloud exudes a sinister and evil aura.

Yan Yu looked at the small wrinkle between her eyebrows, stretched out his other hand, and with his calloused fingertips, gently yet firmly rubbed and smoothed it out little by little.

"The closest point to us is Mao'er Mountain, behind the mountain you went to yesterday. It's completely dark now, I'll go there."

His voice was steady, carrying the power to suppress any storm.

But this time, Ruan Tang did not nod obediently as usual.

Her gaze lingered on the map in her mind.

Those big, watery almond-shaped eyes were shining incredibly brightly at that moment!

All the naivety and laziness have vanished, replaced by a sharp, knife-like focus.

This is an instinct etched into one's very soul!

In her mind, the jumbled lines and isolated red dots were instantly scattered and then rapidly reassembled in a mysterious way!

Those cinnabar symbols were just markings in other people's eyes.

In her eyes, however, it was a grotesque sacrificial rune!

Suddenly, Ruan Tang raised her head, and it looked as if ice crystals were exploding in her almond-shaped eyes!

"wrong!"

Her voice was soft and urgent, yet carried an unwavering certainty.

"This image is not complete!"

"This hand-drawn map is just one corner of a series; the exact number is still uncertain. Even if Han Zhishan doesn't know the story behind this hand-drawn map, his father and grandfather should know, or at least some of it."

Yan Yu stared intently at the sparkling young girl before him: "What do you mean?"

"Look."

Ruan Tang's fingertips touched the moisture on the cup and quickly began to draw on the dark tabletop.

"Look at the arrangement of these seven points. They seem messy, but if you connect them using an array..."

She suddenly poked at several blank spots with her finger. "They're in the very corners. In general, large formations, the core is usually located relatively close to the formation eye. Small formations wouldn't have so many points, so I'm guessing this is a corner of a formation."

She raised her eyes, looked at Yan Yu, and said seriously, "Brother, I suspect there's something wrong with this formation; it's probably not a good thing."

"This is not some kind of cash cow..."

Her voice turned cold, carrying a chilling undertone.

"This is a death warrant."

"And besides him, there must be others, just like him, all pawns of some organization behind this map!" (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)