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Clayton had seen this thing before and recognized it instantly.

I don’t know who first proposed the idea that mummy powder can improve male potency, but it has now been widely accepted by people in this land.

In addition to the medical system theory of the four-humor system, the large number of inscriptions and tombs related to sun worship excavated from the ruins of the Mesri Pyramid and the towering obelisk that resembles the rising positive power also seem to support it from the perspective of mysticism and semiotics. This statement.

Mummy therapy has developed to this day. Even though the White Church has proposed a punishment method of "deprivation of religious membership for corpse eaters", there is still an endless stream of practitioners of this therapy. Among them, groups headed by nobles are so popular that the church's warning is in name only.

Today, the demand for mummies originating from Mesri exceeds the supply, and many unscrupulous traders plan to replace the sacred mummies with ordinary mummies.

If the corpse is a real mummy, the price could reach thousands of pounds.

However, although this item was precious, Clayton could not imagine how Athena would use it.

No matter how evil she is, she is still a woman. Or does this corpse itself possess some incredible power?

The hands of the corpses of hanged criminals are said to have magical powers. Clayton knew that some people would buy the hands from the executioners, boil the parts in a pot with oil, and then use the oil to make black candles. These black candles were lit during rituals to summon the demonic gaze.

But transporting such a body thousands of miles away is really too much.

Clayton hesitated for a moment, stretched out a finger to transform into a beast, and cut through the white cloth with his sharp nails.

As the wrappings were peeled off, a faint smell of blood flowed into his nostrils, as if this was a fresh, recently dead corpse.

But when these white cloths were completely lifted, what came into view was undoubtedly a mummy.

The corpse was covered in a thin white robe, with its eyes closed and its hands crossed on its chest. The skin was dry and wrinkled, but the flaxen hair was still moisturized.

There was nothing else in the shroud except the body.

After being exposed to the air, the smell of blood on the corpse did not dissipate, but became stronger.

The lieutenant believed in the information obtained from Detective Hook that the strange object must be here.

He thought that the strange objects they transported were probably hidden in the corpses, but there was no other possibility. So he stretched out his palm and pressed the chest of the corpse, and found that the dry skin still retained a certain degree of elasticity. This was usually a characteristic of corpses that had recently died. However, he had transported the real Mesri mummy before and knew that it had been properly preserved. A corpse can still reach this level even after thousands of years.

But it didn't matter, whether it was true or false, he would always open it.

In the dim carriage, he put down his cane, inserted his animal-like claws into the chest cavity of the mummy and tore it apart on both sides, and a black wooden handle squeezed out from the cotton-like internal organs.

Clayton blinked.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but he saw a faint red light flashing on the handle.

When the handle was exposed, the fresh and warm bloody smell spurted out from the open chest, as if the corpse was a sacrifice that had just been slaughtered. It made him excited, and even a little bit... dizzy.

He held the handle, held down the body with his other hand, and pulled it out regardless of damage. Then the dry organs, blood and flesh inside came out all at once, and the gap in the chest and abdomen was split all the way to the vagina.

During this process, a strange scene happened.

When Clayton thought he was about to reach the end, the long metal handle continued to extend, and its length even exceeded the length of the corpse's upper body.

He could only continue to pull outward.

When he pulled the handle completely out, the body was almost cut into two pieces.

This is a double-edged ax that is almost six feet long. The ax handle is made of ebony, and the ax blade is made of silver metal. The width is about the same as Clayton's shoulder. There are also faint gilt patterns on the ax surface. It is an ancient ceremonial ax used by the Vekians.

Its weight doesn't quite match its size, weighing only about fifteen pounds.

For ordinary people, although it is not very heavy, it is still too exaggerated to use it as a weapon. However, Clayton felt that it had the right weight. He held the weapon with one hand and looked at it. It was filled with a scarlet aura, like water and mist, that lingered. That is its unique attribute and quality.

Every antique dealer will claim that the goods he sells contain spiritual energy. This is almost a tradition, but what exactly spiritual energy is, this is the first time for Clayton to feel it.

He was a little surprised that the ordinary business activities he had participated in in the past could still be connected to the extraordinary world.

Blood, the nature of this ax is related to blood, playing with his appetite. Not only vampires, but also bloodthirsty beasts will be attracted by such rich blood.

He believed it was just the wonder the Spider Priest so desperately needed.

Just as Clayton was looking at this strange object, a cold touch suddenly clung to the palm of his hand that was pressing on the body.

He looked down, and his heart immediately beat violently because of this strange sight.

The mummy, which was almost cut off at the waist, actually opened its eyes. Inside were moist and full eyeballs like ordinary people. At the same time, its dry palm was resting on Clayton's left hand. On the face like a rotten pod, the black mouth opened and made a dry sound like grinding on rough stone: "Hvem doug agou fa? Enn al mlilum est"

The lieutenant had never seen a mummy that was completely dehydrated, split in two, and had its internal organs ripped out, and still managed to talk.

Clara may be better in terms of survivability, but that's because he is already familiar with the little girl, and based on her face alone, Clara is pretty pretty, but this thing... is far from "normal" no matter how you look at it. farther.

This ugly thing really scared him.

Clayton couldn't say anything at the moment, his mind seemed to be buzzing.

He tried to retreat, but the mummy's hand held him tightly, and the touch gradually changed from dry to slippery and sticky.

The lieutenant thought hard, and he had a vague impression of the language spoken by the mummy. It seemed that it was indeed a language commonly used by the Mesili people, but he could not understand it at all.

In desperation, he uttered the only greeting he heard from Maisili Xingshang.

"Gazila es tu olian! (Follow the Three Good Ways)"

The mummy was silent for a moment, then scratched the lieutenant's arm extremely violently, and displayed its unexpectedly sharp nails, tearing the sleeve to pieces. If he hadn't put a leather arm guard on his arm under his coat as a precaution because he thought he might fight Detective Hook today, he might have shed a lot of blood at this moment.

In fear and anger, Clayton waved the long ax in his hand.

As the head rolled out of the box, the body inside the box stopped waving its arms, and the whole thing became quiet.

He took a breath, then picked up the head and put it in front of his face to look at each other. The latter said nothing.

It appears to be dead.

Clayton was not sure, he just happened to think of Clara, and he was deeply impressed by her tenacious vitality that could survive even having her head cut off.

To be on the safe side, he put his head on the ground and crushed it with his foot. Even the carriage shook slightly due to his exertion.

The body of the mummy that had lost its head suddenly began to disintegrate into a gravel-like composition, disintegrating into a puddle.

"Sir, have you checked it out?"

A few seconds later, the side sliding door was opened. The conductor who came over after hearing the sound poked his head into the car, but found nothing unusual.

The box with the goods was lying quietly on the ground, as if it had never been opened.

"I've finished checking. The goods are in good condition. Let my people come over." Clayton said to him calmly.

The conductor looked troubled: "I think you may have to wait a little longer. The guards guarding the goods will not agree to leave until they see you."

"They will understand." Clayton took out a document from his arms and handed it over. It was a document about land procurement that he found among the belongings of Hook detectives, but it was only a draft, written by both parties. The seal has not been finalized, and it is not a truly legally binding document, but it is enough to scare people: "I need you to transfer this to them and let them rest at the Bronze Horse Hotel. The room has been rented and no additional payment is required. You also need to tell them not to rest for too long, as there are many local problems waiting for them to solve."

He used an inexplicably friendly tone to convince the conductor that he was on the same side as those Hook detectives, so he agreed wholeheartedly. This may also be due to the one pound note buried under the document.

Clayton nodded approvingly, and the conductor ran out of the transfer center gratefully.

After a while, he heard the sound of a carriage approaching.

The sound of the wheels rolling over the gravel was distinctive, but mostly it was Barbara's exclamation due to improper operation.

She and Fulentin only moved the carriage slightly closer and did not actually enter the transfer center.

They did not have enough skills to drive the carriage, and they were only responsible for showing off in front of the conductor. After they were far away from the transfer center, the main driving work was actually completed by Clayton, who did not feel comfortable leaving this task to them.

"Carry the box over."

Clayton faced them and kicked the box.

"I'll do it." The conductor stepped forward and offered himself when he saw Barbara bending over.

Although the guest had been polite and generous before, this decision was indeed a bit strange. He had never seen anyone make a lady do hard work.

"No, let them come." Clayton insisted.

The contents of this box have deteriorated, and the conductor knows what it originally contained. If it is found that the weight of the box is wrong, or the center of gravity inside tilts too much with a slight touch, there may be a risk of revealing the information to others.

The conductor's hand was already on the box, and he had no choice but to step back when he heard what he said.

Volentin and Barbara lifted the box vigorously together and put it into the carriage.

Not long after they left the transfer center, they found a field to stop the carriage, changed their clothes, and rode back to a nearby town.

That is where travelers rest, and Detective Hook, who transports strange objects, is also here.