He took a deep breath on the spot, calmed down the surging fear and horror, and focused on the present.

"Let's explore the house first."

There are a total of three doors in this big house, representing three rooms.

He carefully approached the leftmost room, and stretched out his hand to forcefully push open the broken wooden door.

"Squeak~"

Amid the sound of the wooden door opening, Zhang Yuanqing quickly backed away, putting on a defensive posture.

For a long while, nothing happened.

Boldly entering the house, the moonlight shone in from the dilapidated roof, he tried to open his eyes wide, allowing the pupils to absorb the light as much as possible.

This is the kitchen and canteen. There are two earthen stoves built of blue bricks, pots, pans, water tanks, cabinets and other items, which have long decayed and accumulated dust.

There is no danger, and finally found the container... Zhang Yuanqing grabbed a dusty gourd scoop, and couldn't help diverging his thoughts:

"I heard that boy urine can ward off evil spirits."

He considered whether to take a spoonful of boy's urine, and after careful consideration, he reluctantly gave up the idea.

Although he has never dated girls, Zhang Yuanqing feels that he should not be considered a boy.

"I've indulged you too much, and I've given you chances to pretend again and again." He lowered his head and stared at his hands, a little heartbroken.

After some exploration, after confirming that this big house is a combination of kitchen and dining hall, there is nothing special or dangerous, Zhang Yuanqing walked out of the house with a rusty kitchen knife and a wooden stick, and set his sights on the last rectangular building Big house.

Unlike the kitchen, which doubles as a large dining hall, this house has four doors and is divided into four rooms.

Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but clenched the wooden stick and kitchen knife in his hand. They may not be useful, but they can bring comfort to people.

He carefully inspected the first and second rooms. They belonged to the utility room, piled up with old-fashioned farm tools, furniture, and donation boxes.

It's of no value... Zhang Yuanqing turned to the third room.

This is an arsenal. There are swords, bows, daggers and short knives hanging on the wall. Many weapons have fallen to the ground because of the decay of the hanging ropes.

Beside the window were two rows of weapon racks, one of which was overturned, and sticks and long guns were scattered all over the place.

Beside the overturned weapon rack lay two corpses.

Seeing these weapons, Zhang Yuanqing was not surprised. The disciples in the temple learned from the Empress of Sandao Mountain, and they were able to make corpse-repelling charms, so they obviously had the ability to do so.

It's not surprising that he can dance and stick.

He inspected the corpse as usual, looking for information from the seniors.

As soon as he approached the corpse, he couldn't help but let out a "huh". The two corpses lying on the ground were not skeletons, but two mummified corpses.

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

"How could there be a mummy?"

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

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