Chapter 091 Broken Coffin

Thinking about it, my white hair sweat started to flow down my neck.

Turn your head suddenly!

call……

Except for me and the fat man, I didn’t find any other standing objects.

But the key now is that the Satyr cannot lie down on its own obediently. Even if it has died before entering here, it still needs to be carried in.

I pinched my voice and said to the fat man: "Hold the remaining bullets tightly, the headless rice dumpling will definitely not be far away!"

I just touched it along the way and found that the coffin was basically in ruins, and the bones inside were as rotten as mud.

The red juice dripping out was also those rotten coffins.

But the most surprising thing is that the further inside the coffin is, the more complete it is preserved. This is extremely unreasonable. How can the degree of preservation of the coffin be related to the corpse inside?

Since ancient times, the material of the coffin and the body's own