The object that caught Qin Chen's attention was the tombstone of this burial chamber.
There were no inscriptions on the tombstone.
There was only a handprint on it.
Qin Chen's gaze fell on this handprint, and he was suddenly drawn in as if there was some peculiar attraction, as if this handprint possessed some powerful magic pulling at him.
"What is this handprint?"
Qin Chen was instantly startled.
But at this moment, Qin Chen found it difficult to control his own hand.
The handprint on the tombstone was like a thread, pulling Qin Chen's hand toward the handprint on the tombstone.
Qin Chen tried desperately to resist, the veins in his right arm bulging, but even so, he could not resist the peculiar pulling force of this handprint.
Qin Chen did not know what the consequences would be once his hand aligned with the handprint on the tombstone, but his intuition told him it would be nothing good.
"Little Fairy, what's going on here?"
