Han Xing examined the corpse on the ground, then came to a conclusion.
This was probably not a child's corpse, but a member of another race in this world—the Dwarven Race.
"Dwarf?"
Han Xing sounded somewhat doubtful.
Beside him, Zhang Lianmeng looked at him curiously.
Han Xing did not explain and continued inspecting the ground around them.
It would have been better if he had not looked. The moment he did, he sharply sucked in a breath.
The cave floor was littered with the bones of all kinds of beasts and humanoid creatures. These skeletons had different features: some had paired horns growing from their foreheads, while others had wings on their backs. They ranged from one or two meters tall to two or three meters tall.
Without a doubt, these corpses had all belonged to special living beings of this world.
Han Xing also saw several corpses that had died not long ago. Their deaths were strange—their skin was intact, and there was not even a trace of blood.
Yet the flesh and blood on their bodies seemed to have been drained away, leaving only a thin layer of skin draped over their skeletons.
Han Xing turned back and asked, "Was the person you found at the goblin camp last time in this state?"
Zhang Lianmeng nodded rapidly. Although she was still terrified, for some reason, having Han Xing beside her gave her an inexplicable sense of security.
Han Xing could clearly sense that there was something strange about this cave.
Moreover, so far, they had neither triggered the next clue for the hidden quest nor found any trace of an Ancient Weapon.
Han Xing continued searching the cave.
Half an hour later, they had made almost a full circuit inside. Other than discovering the bones of over a