It was of little value. Zhang Yuanqing turned to the third room.

This is a weapons warehouse. Swords, bows, daggers, daggers and other weapons are hung on the wall. Many of the weapons have fallen to the ground because their lanyards have rotted.

Next to the window were two rows of weapon racks, one of which collapsed, with sticks and spears scattered on the floor.

Next to the overturned weapons rack, two bodies lay lying.

Zhang Yuanqing was not surprised when he saw these weapons. The disciples in the temple learned from the Empress of Sandao Mountain and could make corpse-suppressing talismans, so they obviously had the ability to do so.

It’s not surprising that he can dance and perform well.

As usual, he checked the bodies and looked for information from his predecessors.

As soon as he approached the corpse, he couldn't help but say "Hey". The two corpses lying on the ground were not skeletons, but two mummies.

The skin is gray, wrinkled, close to the bones, and the belly is sunken.

"Why are there mummies?"

Zhang Yuanqing frowned for a while. As a student of Songhai University, he had a rich reserve of knowledge.

There are two reasons for the formation of mummies, one is artificial embalming, and the other is natural formation.

The first type can be eliminated directly, while the second type is mostly formed in dry areas such as deserts.

The conditions in the temple obviously did not meet the requirements.

He carefully inspected the two mummies. There were no fatal injuries on the bodies, and the bones had not been broken by the red dancing shoes. However, there were two obvious holes in the skin and flesh of the necks.

It looked like it was bitten out by the sharp fangs of a beast.

"What were they sucked into and fucked by? Hiss..."

Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and tensed up all over.

At this time, he heard a "dong" coming from the next room, like a knocking on a wooden door.
Chapter completed!