Han Xing observed the corpse on the ground and came to a conclusion.
This is likely not a child's corpse, but rather another race of this world, the Dwarf Race.
"Dwarves?"
Han Xing's tone was somewhat puzzled.
Beside him, Zhang Lianmeng looked at him with curious eyes.
Han Xing did not explain, but continued to inspect the surrounding ground.
Upon looking, he gasped in shock.
The cave floor was littered with bones of various beasts and humanoid creatures, each with distinct features: some had horns on their foreheads, others had wings on their backs, with skeletons ranging in height from two to three meters to one to two meters.
There was no doubt, these corpses were special beings of this world.
Among them, Han Xing also saw a few corpses that hadn't been dead for long; their death looked eerie, the surface skin intact, without a trace of blood.
However, their flesh seemed drained, leaving only a thin human skin covering the skeleton.
