Although the corpses of hundreds of ghouls were burned, Gan Tofu, who had previously offered a reward of thousands of gold coins to buy a ghoul finger, was heartbroken that no other spellcaster was willing to transfer it to him.

Fortunately, there are quite a lot of monsters in this underground temple.

While the players were cleaning up the third underground hall, Houssele and the two trumpets who guarded the exit of the hall once again killed dozens of ghouls that rushed out from the depths of the underground temple.

The alchemy products that could be produced from the corpses of dozens of ghouls were probably enough to be wholesaled. It would definitely be enough for him to stir-fry and cause trouble for a long time. Only then did he calm down the dry tofu who kept complaining.

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And after the rotten and broken debris in the hall was cleared away.

Players have also collected piles of ancient coins and jewelry, as well as some well-preserved weapons and equipment and at least thousands of skeleton parts.

Among the weapons and equipment were a +2 dwarf heavy ax and a +1 large shield, which were picked out by Hussere and equipped with a small through-arm that did not have suitable melee weapons.

And the skeletons piled up like a mountain of bones were thrown into the corner after consulting the dried tofu to make sure he had no use for them.

At that time, let the carpenter make some wooden boxes, and then pack them together and move them out for burial. Otherwise, it would be too scary to just dump them near the Bone Castle.

At the same time, Gan Tofu also found the name "Area 16: Central Auditorium" from the entrance of this hall, adding another piece to the map of the underground temple.

Just as the players were tapping on the walls of the central auditorium.

Check to see if there are any secret rooms, secret passages or other hidden spaces that have been missed.

Hussere planned to take the first step and continue to explore the depths of the temple, but before he could lead the trumpets far away, he heard the players exclaiming and quickly turned back.

The player dug out a niche from the wall on the left side of the entrance to the auditorium, and a skeleton wearing a gorgeous dark gold robe fell out of it, scaring the player who opened the niche.

After making sure again and again that the robed skeleton was just a skeleton hiding in a dark niche, and not some undead monster.

A group of crazy guys couldn't wait to touch people up and down, so much so that the originally intact robe and skeleton were torn into pieces.

By the time Gan Doufu, who was originally studying the murals on the other side, arrived, it was too late to stop them. He was so angry that he kicked the butts of these idiots who were obsessed with profit and only focused on searching for treasures.

The skeleton of this robe was so decayed that it would fall into pieces at the slightest touch. The seemingly gorgeous dark gold robe on it also turned into fragments and scattered all over the floor like a butterfly with broken wings.

Originally, dried tofu could roughly tell the type of religious sect it might belong to based on the style, material, and pattern of the skeleton's robes, but this time it was completely out of the question.

Fortunately, some of the players turned on the "Vision Recording" function, probably intending to record the first "dungeon download" and send it to the "real world" online fans, but they took photos of this robed skeleton.

The picture when it still maintains its complete appearance.

As for the contents of the robed skeleton, the players took the initiative to hand them over.

It includes two keys with the crown symbol and seven stars respectively, as well as a roll of parchment that has obviously been embalmed and used as a writing carrier.

Dry Tofu carefully opened the bundle of parchment and took a look at it, then handed it to Hussere. He had no choice but to understand.

Hussere unfolded the parchment and took a look. The handwriting on it was very sloppy, and it could be seen that it was recorded in a very hasty and panic situation.

Because the parchment has been soaked with the corpse liquid that oozed out when the robed skeletons and corpses decomposed, the writing in many places has been smudged and turned into a black mass. Hussere can only read out the words in a vague way.

The text above is still legible:

...Great Black Queen! Please send a miracle to save your devout servant! The Immortal Sect... sacrificed the entire sect and summoned... As the noble 'Seven Sisters', the Bishop of Dark Star

, was powerless to stop them from destroying... I hid... in the shadow of the night, under the scythe of death, the finger bones of those who hate the light... Third... He is coming! He is coming -

Behind it is a long scratch of handwriting. Apparently the bishop of "Night Star" died instantly before he could finish writing.

However, this fragmented content shows no useful information at all.

Hussere could only shake his head and returned the dirty parchment to the dry tofu with a thoughtful look on his face.

Although after such a long time, there was no smell on it, but when he thought that this thing had been soaked in corpse fluid, Hussere felt sick.

"The Black Queen, the Seven Sisters, the Star of Darkness, the Shadow of Night, the Scythe of Death, the one who hates light..."

After Gan Dou Fu muttered for a while, he took a breath and said with a horrified face: "Could this be the dark temple of the Seven Sisters Cult, right?"

"What Seven Sisters religion?"

Hussere and the players obviously didn't understand why Dry Tofu was so shocked.

"If they really are the 'Seven Sisters', we might be in big trouble!"

Gan Doufu couldn't help but swallowed his saliva: "That is a sect composed of believers of 'Black Queen, Shadow Queen, Dark Queen, Night Queen, Death Queen, Blood Queen, Death Queen'!"

Hussere and the players blinked and said they didn't understand. They didn't have much research on the history of Felvalen.

Gan Doufu glanced at them, opened his mouth, then gave up explaining to them, and simply said: "You only need to know that the believers of this Seven Sisters Sect are all made up of all kinds of extremely vicious thugs, lunatics, murderers, and...

Just have all kinds of evil monsters!"

"Is it just a cult?"

Houssele and the players suddenly realized: "If you had said this earlier, wouldn't we have understood!"

Judging from the sporadic contents on the parchment, this "Dark Temple" was not destroyed by the God-Slaying Legion of the Holy Saint Ga'an Empire, but rather seemed to have been destroyed by an internal rebellion.

But what does this have to do with treasure hunters like them thousands of years later?

They only care about the dead cultists. Is there anything valuable left behind?

"Be careful!"

"Stop moving things carelessly, you might get cursed!"

"And if it is really the Dark Temple of the Seven Sisters, there might be a lot of undead monsters here!"
Chapter completed!