Chapter 213

"Wow, dog, you have a talent for treasure hunting!"

James took a dead branch and fiddled with a pile of debris on the ground.

They include a black glove, several mottled ancient metal coins, a ring, a badge and other accessories.

These are the harvest that erha dug out of the soil.

"This badge..."

Diana squatted down and looked at the pattern on it: "with shield and sword, and Bauhinia... This is the style of Chris empire. Its owner may be an aristocrat of Chris empire... Well, it was 300 years ago!"

She looked at the skull with a strange expression.

"This woman... Seems to yearn for the noble style..."

Sulu said silently.

"Hey... Don't look at that badge. What's this?"

John picked up the old coins, wiped off the dirt and dirt, and showed a shiny luster: "gold! This is gold, and it has antique value... We're going to pay a sum."

"Send a pen?"

Elizabeth hesitated, "shouldn't... We return it to its owner and bury them well?"

"Don't be silly..."

John looked at the small theft hole and his eyes lit up: "there may be a treasure in it! I suggest we explore it well and bury its original owner at most. The rest is our due reward!"

"The guy blinded by greed... The really good things in the grave should have belonged to harlock..."

Sulu glanced at erha.

He found the dog squatting there, showing a serious dog face, looking at the owner arguing with his friends.

"Well... Isaac is a good boy and insists on burying the funerary objects together. His family conditions should be very good... Diana can't give up the badge... James has an ambiguous attitude, but if he really gets rich, he will ask for his share... As for Elizabeth..."

Sulu also looked on coldly.

Suddenly Elizabeth caught his eye and asked, "what's your opinion, Sean?"

"My opinion... Is to return all the funerary objects to their original owners... You know, the owner of this tomb may be a grumpy, stingy and jealous guy..."

Sulu glanced at the dark forest, and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised.

"Crazy..."

John scolded, "don't you, give it to me!"

He lay down in front of the steal hole, which was a little narrow for people, as if trying to get in.

Suddenly, John screamed and fell back.

He looked pale and trembled, and there were some traces of moisture at the bottom of his trousers.

"What's going on?"

"You..."

Such a strange situation immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Elizabeth and Diana turned their heads crimson when they saw John's ugliness.

"Ah! There... There is a face in that hole!"

John stammered out what he had just found: "he... He just stared at me! Stare at me!"

"No!"

James, holding a logging axe, fell down slightly and stared into the cave: "harlock didn't find it before..."

"Maybe... That's the soul of the tomb owner who can't go!"

Sulu interposed at this time.

"Undead? Interesting statement... Do you believe in the existence of soul?" Asked Elizabeth.

"Maybe... But if I'm the owner of the tomb, I don't want anyone to take my funerary objects."

Sulu insisted on his opinion.

He found that these people were all targeted by a grievance. At present, it is best to solve the problem by peaceful means.

Although... The source of all this is a dog.

"It was harlock who picked up each other's grave last night and ate some special items or potions that caused the 'change'! It should also be that extraordinary wealth that the spirit of complaint really demands. Unfortunately... It's not going back. "

Sulu can only try to bury the corpse now to see if he can pacify each other.

Because he's in bad shape and doesn't want to do it.

The scene was a little frozen.

James pressed his lips to say something.

"Ah!!!"

Just then, Diana pointed to somewhere in the forest and screamed, "there... Someone!"

"Who?"

James rushed over and found that there was no figure at all, and there were no traces of people walking on the ground.

"I see... That's a very strange man, dressed strangely, with an ancient style, wearing a hunter's suit and the medal, pale and bleeding eyes..."

Diana squatted down with her arms in her hands: "he... He doesn't look like a living man!"

"Isn't it? Is there really a ghost?"

Friends hit ghosts one after another, and even Isaac became suspicious.

"To be on the safe side... Let's bury him and don't take away the funerary objects?"

The frightened people soon reached an agreement.

It took them a whole day to dig the theft hole in the mound and clean up each other's bones.

It's a very ordinary skeleton with ragged clothes. It's difficult to recognize its true colors.

It should be that they were accidentally buried here in the event of an earthquake or other mountain disasters. Unfortunately, there are no diaries and other items recording information.

Beside the original mound, Isaac and others built a new grave for him, with the epitaph engraved on it: "an unknown traveler, may his soul rest in peace!"

In the end, they buried all the relics of the other party intact around the tomb, presented the wild flowers and held a collective prayer.

During this period of time, the complaining spirit really didn't appear again.

This restored the calm of John and Diana, while James and others seemed very excited. They felt that the camping was really exciting, and they also had talks after they went back.

It's getting late.

Isaac and others are having dinner around the campfire.

"I've decided... I'll write it in my travel notes."

Elizabeth first announced.

"It's really cool... The journey in the mountains, the skeleton of an unknown person... And the spirit of complaint..." James also looked very excited and regretful: "I also want to see him..."

"No, you won't think..."

John, who had been silent, finally said, "that's a nightmare!"

"Yes!"

Diana on one side nodded in agreement.

They think that after these things are done and the ceremony to appease the evil spirits is completed, the other party will not pester them.

Sulu, carrying the broth, watched silently: "it's a pity... Some complaining spirits don't make sense at all, let alone..."

He glanced at harlock next to him.

The dead dog didn't have the slightest sense of causing great disaster. He was still selling sprouts there for meat.

Only those blue eyes seem to be more profound.