Chapter 267 Disaster Relics

Julius took out a test tube filled with flowing blood from his arms and poured it towards Ian's lips. The blood fell on the lips and did not enter the mouth. Instead, it was directly absorbed by the skin of the lips and disappeared.

As the blood poured in, Ian's face suddenly became a little more angry, and his eyes began to move.

"Where did everyone go, Ace and the others?" This was his first sentence.

Julius grinned and moved closer to the vampire in the box: "Have you forgotten, they listened to Chud Osmar's rumors, attacked you with holy water, and put you in the box, if we hadn't done it If you deal with them, you will probably be killed by these old friends."

Ian's body and broken limbs twisted violently.

He struggled to move one hand out from under his body, pressed it on his face and groaned in pain.

"Why are you so unhappy? We are avenging you." Regarding the mental torture, Julius was very interested.

Those detectives had made him feel bad, and he certainly wouldn't make them feel good, even if their friend Ian Lazarus was now part of Clayton Bello's team, and the wizard felt he owed him There is no reason to get out of debt.

"No way, you lied"

The vampire with broken limbs twisted like an octopus, trying to squeeze out of the narrow space of the box.

"Tell me where they are now?!" he roared at the top of his lungs.

The wizard was not afraid of him at all. He squatted next to the box and laughed: "It's in your mouth. It's what I just fed you."

That is the by-product of destroying corpses and eradicating traces.

"Using the blood coagulation essence made by three adult men, one dose can bring a vampire who has bathed in holy water back to life."

"Julius!"

Clayton roared louder than Ian Lazarus and the room shook.

Julius stood on the edge of the box and shivered, then turned around and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"I'm not asking you to add fuel to the fire to our new guy. Just shut up when you're done and stand aside!"

The wizard spread his hands and stepped aside, with Donna glaring at him next to him.

Clayton stepped forward and stared at the vampire in the box for a few seconds, but said nothing. Instead, he waved his hand and asked Barbara to come over again.

"You come and tell him."

Mom's words always work.

Even if it doesn't make sense, Barbara can suppress him through blood.

As Barbara's hand touched his forehead, Ian Lazarus soon felt his cold brain awaken, and a sense of mission entered his consciousness with the touch - to serve Barbara.

All the grief and annoyance were covered up under the sense of responsibility, and he was no longer troubled.

After crawling out of the box, his limbs began to recover. He put on his hat and wrapped his face in a scarf to block the sun. He said hello to the others and went out wholeheartedly.

"I'd say this will work."

Julius praised Barbara's work, and the latter smiled sheepishly.

Donna, who had witnessed everything, glared at him, but received only a blank stare.

Clayton was not in the mood to deal with the conflicts between the young people, because he had finished arranging other people's errands and had to go out to do business.

Some of the most important things had to be done by him.

Because he is the richest.

"Recruit ten diggers, pay 6 pence a day"

The sign was put out, and within an hour, a group of people gathered in the square. There were far more than ten of them. They all brought their own shovels, stretched out their arms, and boasted about their unparalleled strength and work efficiency, waiting for Clay. Dayton's choice.

Clayton stood on the execution platform in the square overlooking the crowd, the body of the Salvation Army that had been hoisted last night still swinging behind him.

He counted the number of people who applied for the job and felt satisfied.

With the help of these people, he could figure out what was buried under the swamp in two days.

A smile appeared on Clayton's face - until Chud Osmar walked out of the mayor's house beside the square with a group of people, including Jeffrey's wife and children, several hunters, and the innkeeper Xiao Perron.

The distance between them was less than sixty yards. Creighton could see them, and of course they could see Creighton.

After noticing what was going on here, the ugly man turned around and said something to the others. These people actually walked over together and greeted Clayton one after another.

Fortunately, except for Chud Osmar, everyone else seems to be sincere.

After being polite, this ugly man with sinister thoughts finally got to the point: "Mr. Bello, I didn't know you were going to do a lot of construction here. But I don't think there is any unclaimed land around here. I don't know." Who did you do business with?”

"I assume this has nothing to do with you?"

Clayton didn't like him so much that he didn't care whether his tone was polite or not.

Osmar didn't care about this little thing and just laughed: "If you are working on my land, of course it has something to do with me."

He took out a land deed from his arms. It looked exactly like the one Francis took out before, but it was much older.

"The land in the swamp happens to be mine."

Clayton's pupils swelled, almost covering half of his eye mask: "Did you get those copies of the rebels' land deeds from you?"

Chude put the documents away again and answered him slowly: "I don't know where they got it from, but those private banks are not always reliable, and it is not uncommon for this kind of thing to happen. I have warned Jie a long time ago. Mayor Free, the land deed they have is fake. For this reason, I gave the real land deed to the mayor. Mr. Perun also knows this. He has authenticated the document in my hand. It is definitely real."

The others seemed to have known about this for a long time and did not show any doubtful expressions. Pei Lun also nodded helplessly towards Clayton.

"It's indeed true."

Chud Osmar handed over the real land deed to Mayor Jeffrey after "Raven Lyle" met them, so he immediately gained the mayor's trust.

As the original holder of the land deed, Pei Lun was once again invited to verify the authenticity of the document. If Clayton and his party were still living in the hotel, he would probably casually share the news when they meet, but unfortunately, Perot's house is still some distance away from the hotel, so it is not easy for them to meet.

Seeing the reactions of others, Clayton's face darkened.

But it's not like he has no other ways to rationalize his behavior.

"I don't mean to offend, but those rebels stole something from me in the hotel before. It was a very commemorative piece of jewelry. I tortured them last night and found that the thief had already died in the battle. , the others had no idea where things went.”

"It's just that before the battle, they left all useless things and left the camp. They only buried some precious things in the ground, waiting to be retrieved after victory, so I think my personal belongings should have been lost with you. Under the land.”

"I just want my things back, isn't that too much?"

Osmar didn't think of the reason for the rejection for the time being. He looked back and saw that the others had no objection either.

For normal people, a swamp is just a piece of rotten land that cannot grow crops. It has no use if it is given to them for free. It is not a big deal if it is lent to others to dig.

Clayton Bello should be careful about the impact of his actions in front of ordinary people, and the same is true for Chud Osmar.

"Well, good luck to you then."

He gave in, but still had a smile on his face: "Of course, if you dig up any treasure, you'd better let me know. You know, it is my land after all."

Clayton agreed coldly.

The excavated soil has piled up hills next to it. The formation far exceeded the level of "looking for lost items", but the workers didn't care because they had money to take it. Clayton also hired people to send food and wine. Put aside, they don’t have to think about anything but work.

As many people dug together, they gradually reached depths that the werewolves could not reach alone before. Even the tomb robbers on Easter Island were far inferior to them.

A worker finally unearthed something unusual.

He thrust the shovel into the soil next to him, bent down and pulled out a soil-covered cross.

"Mr. Bello, is this what you are looking for?"

The worker stepped deeply and shallowly through the holes dug by others. Others gradually stopped and watched him shouting and walking in the direction of Clayton.

The object passed into Clayton's hands, and he recognized it as a mourning cross, exactly like the one he had excavated before, an offering carved by Saint Mored for the unknown dead.

He stretched out his palm to wipe off the dirt on the surface of the cross. There was also an ancient number on it.

113

Clayton frowned.

The number of the Mourning Cross he dug out was 43. This number was not small, and 113, this number also made him feel frightened. A full company, including the cook, was only over a hundred years old. How many people had died here?

Ancient extraordinary beings may be stronger than contemporary extraordinary beings, but it does not mean that there are more ancient people than contemporary people.

In an era before agriculture developed, this was almost the entire population of a town.

Or is it that the people who died here did not die in the same era, but that Saint Mored made a cross for their corpses?

Creighton, who was not a professional archaeologist, quickly gave up on the matter.

"What I threw was not the cross, but a necklace. Keep digging."

With more than a dozen people working hard to dig, a huge pit that was still growing appeared in the swamp.

The workers stood in the black mud, and after Clayton directed them to reserve an entrance and exit to the hole, they dug deeper without hesitation.

As the sun's position in the sky shifted significantly, more and more crosses were unearthed.

They are stacked on top of each other and are stacked together artificially. However, some are damaged and decayed due to various reasons, making it impossible to accurately calculate the number.

At the same time, some broken corpses wrapped in mud began to appear.

These corpses are very old, but they are relatively well preserved due to the special environment. Their faces have not rotted away, but the skin and flesh have shrunk and clung to the facial bones, and their expressions are ferocious and painful.

The situation was truly bizarre, as corpses were not unique in this era, but the bad religious atmosphere associated with them made the two workers refuse to continue digging.

They just take today's money and leave, making it clear they won't come back the next day. The remaining people are not afraid of corpses, nor do they feel that exhuming these ancient corpses is a blasphemy to their ancestors. They just choose to leave because the time is getting later.

Clayton promised there would be work for them tomorrow.

Five people decided to stay and work overtime - as long as Clayton was willing to pay them by the hour.

Clayton agreed and offered a reward of up to 3 pounds for the non-existent lost item, so they worked even harder.

As the sun set, Clayton lit the lanterns he had prepared in advance and hung them with ropes to the bottom of the pit to help the workers who were still working. Each of them worked diligently, trying to find different and special things.

However, they found nothing, only more and more of the same things accumulated outside the pit - more mourning crosses and ancient corpses.