The first type can be directly ruled out, and the second type is mostly formed in dry areas such as deserts.

The conditions in the temple are obviously not in line.

He carefully inspected the two mummified corpses. There were no fatal injuries on their bodies, and the bones were not broken by the red dancing shoes, but there were two obvious holes in the flesh of the neck.

Like the sharp fangs of a ferocious beast.

"Did they get sucked dry by something? Hiss..."

Zhang Yuanqing gasped, his whole body tensed up.

At this time, he heard a "boom" from the next room, like knocking on a wooden door.

In an instant, Zhang Yuanqing's scalp exploded, like an alert wild deer, he raised his neck and listened.

"Boom..."

There was another sound like knocking on the door.

There's something next door!

Zhang Yuanqing quickly replaced the rusty kitchen knife with a rusty short knife, and the wooden stick with a long spear.

Carrying a weapon, he ran out of the room with light steps, the moonlight was like frost, and the surroundings were silent.

Zhang Yuanqing leaned over and leaned against the window secretly.

The paper pasting the window had long since been torn. He squatted under the window, raised his head cautiously, and looked in through a gap in the lattice window.

The cold, frosty moonlight was compressed by the holes in the roof into beams of light, bringing light to this narrow room.

Seeing the scene in the room, Zhang Yuanqing's heart skipped a beat.

In the dark and quiet room, there were three old coffins, the black paint was mottled, and the coffin lids were covered with dust.

There were two mummies lying beside the coffin, wearing protective clothing, and a copper awl rolled down from one of them.

The awl attracted Zhang Yuanqing's attention. It was half an arm long, made of brass, and the awl handle was engraved with spells and carvings. patina.

A picture appeared in his mind for no reason, the hand of Empress Sandaoshan, with five fingers clasped together in a grasping shape.

But the palm is empty.

"Boom..."

The muffled sound came again, and Zhang Yuanqing had to move his eyes to look at the coffin in the middle.

There was a toothache "creak" sound, and the coffin lid slowly slid open.

A blue-black hand stretched out, grabbing the edge of the coffin.

Then, a terrifying figure sat up from the coffin.

With the bright moonlight shining down from the roof, Zhang Yuanqing saw the appearance of the thing clearly. It was wrapped in ragged clothes, its face was swollen, highly decayed, and its dead eyeballs protruded.

The hair is like dry grass, messy on the top of the head.

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