Beneath the rusted armour was a piece of stone board.
The stone board was as big as a book.
Chen Xiaolian bent down to pick it up. He blew the layer of dust on it and used his hand to wipe its surface. He immediately sensed the unevenness of the surface of the stone board.
After having blown away the layer of dust on its surface, he saw that the stone board can be opened up on both sides. It was like a door hinge.
Chen Xiaolian shone the tactical flashlight upon the stone board’s surface and noticed what was on it.
Strange symbols had been engraved upon the surface of the stone board – it seemed like a form of language?
Chen Xiaolian felt hampered when he realized that he was unable to recognize any of the words.
That was puzzling.
Since he was sucked into the system and had obtained his personal system, he should no longer be facing any issues when it came to foreign languages.
