"Don't come any closer, stand still and don't move," the ghost of the newspaperboy shouted loudly. "Since you could memorize the content of the map just by glancing at it, I have every reason to suspect you might use some other method to hide the map in a different place, so don't make any suspicious moves, otherwise the deal I mentioned before is off."
Clutching the opening of the gray snake skin bag tightly in his hands, the ghost of the newspaperboy kept his eyes fixed on Qian Cangyi. Originally, even if he had failed, he wouldn't have lost much, just a map and the effort of leading the way once. However, the situation now was completely different from before. If he still couldn't find the map this time, the loss wouldn't be entirely insignificant.
The value of the secret was on an entirely different level compared to the previous two stakes.