The armor has grown in the corpse, or in other words, the corpse has grown in the armor, and has not been corrupted for a long time.

Yun Sheng held the candlelight in his hand, hunched over, and walked slowly by.

Suddenly, he was stunned.

As if I heard something, the sound of drums and prayers, they penetrated the space and went straight to this place.

The incense seemed to have spread here as well.

"Yanhuang..."

He looked at the corpse on the ground, and his old face moved, not knowing whether he was laughing or crying: "Although the descendants are not doing well, you see, they have not forgotten us."

"Not blamed us either."

"Brothers and sisters, you can rest in peace."

A gust of wind blew, and the corpses in the armor all over the mountains trembled slightly, and the body that had not been damaged for thousands of years turned into powder.
Chapter completed!