"This place is extremely dangerous ..."
Before he could finish his sentence, song qingxiao interrupted him and said, "
"Look at these scratch marks, don't they look like human fingers?"
As she spoke, her hand had already reached out to the door board, aimed at a mark, and inserted her fingertips into the grooves of the scratch marks, making a scratching gesture.
"Hiss-"
The cultivator's eyes widened, and he swallowed the words he was about to say.
The three of them saw her hand pressing against the pitch-black door. The contrast between the two was extremely striking.
The snow-white, slender fingertips were clasped in a scratch mark of similar size. In contrast, these scratch marks did look like they were made by humans.
"No, that's impossible." Seeing this, the elf instantly threw her sorrow to the back of her mind. what kind of person can have such great strength? "
As he spoke, his gaze fell on the swordsman.
