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Chapter 387 Indian Copper Coin Armor (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Little Wick stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail wildly, circling around Wayne. He would occasionally burrow into Wayne's legs or raise his front paws to jump onto Wayne for petting.

Wayne smiled, scratched the dog's head, and said, "Thor, good boy, you did a great job."

Hearing this, Saul was overjoyed. He tried hard to suppress the urge to burst into laughter, his face beaming with pride as he glanced at his other godsons out of the corner of his eye.

Forget CJNG's mysterious Mr. 13, forget the shrewd muscleman from that gang, forget the Washington state head of the Seta Group, and forget that black guy Hugo who just got out of prison not long ago, they all have to step aside.

Only he, only Mr. Saul of the Blood Brothers Pirus faction, was the one who could truly get things to the Godfather's mind.

He was the Godfather's most beloved child!

He said calmly, "After receiving news of your peril, I immediately informed the Saints Gang and then brought Little Wick here. I knew you would need Little Wick's company."

As he spoke, he gave the others a provocative look.

Raphael and the others stared intently at the little dog, which resembled a miniature muscle tank, and quickly memorized the information.

This is the Godfather's beloved dog!

This must be remembered.

Wayne immediately stood up, took the dog Wick, and walked towards the secret door that Kingsley had just found. He gestured to the other party and said, "Please, Mr. Kingsley."

Kingsley shuddered and quickly opened the hidden door, revealing a long, dark staircase.

He knew he couldn't possibly refuse, so he took the lead and went downstairs.

Behind him, Wayne followed with his dog Wick.

The godsons exchanged glances and hurriedly followed Wayne into the basement.

The lights were still on in the basement, and a musty smell wafted out.

"MotherFucker—this smell—is this some kind of Hilary's crotch?" Marcus exclaimed in surprise as he looked down from the top of the stairs.

"No, man, this looks more like the fucking president's brain—" Hugo said, frowning as he looked at the basement, which resembled a catacombs.

They had now descended the steps and were on the ground.

The place where they were standing was a tiled floor of more than 20 square meters.

These places used to be basements.

Beyond this ground was a space of nearly 100 square meters that had been dug up in disarray.

Some makeshift pillars were haphazardly erected, supporting the reinforced shed above.

The ground was covered in mud, and a large number of corpses were piled up on the ground.

Further away, in the excavated soil, there were some broken human skeletons and decaying relics, but they had all been reduced to wisps and strands.

Clearly, the deceased was never properly buried, but was simply thrown into a pit and buried like trash.

"Ancestral spirits—this—these are all Native American children—" A trembling voice rang out from behind the crowd. It was the old shaman Barad who had also come down and was heartbroken at the sight of what he saw.

Judging from the still-rotten clothes and some accessories on the remains, they were all Native Americans.

Their physical forms, however, are those of children who have not yet grown up.

"This is the boarding school that the U.S. government forced Native American children to attend—this is—" Ballard's eyes were red, and large tears kept flowing down his cheeks.

"No, these people must have died recently—" Raphael suddenly said, pointing to several corpses reeking of formaldehyde among the messy remains around him.

These corpses were all young girls, and coins were placed above their eyes.

The method used was exactly the same as that of the serial murders of Native American girls that Eileen was investigating.

Kingsley shrugged, a sheepish grin on his face, and said, "This is—the employer's request—I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, I—we don't want to do this either—"

Looking at the corpses around him, Wayne's face was grim, and he did not speak.

You have entered the land of the dead of the shamanic tribe. The wronged souls you carry have returned to their homeland and are weeping silently for their past and for the future of their tribe.

This is clearly the place mentioned in the side quest "The Restless Souls".

The place of belonging.

"Woof—woof woof!" Suddenly, a bark rang out, and the little dog Wick rushed away from Wayne, heading straight into a corner, where he began digging in the dirt.

With a rustling sound of dirt hitting the ground, a skeletal arm was quickly pulled out.

Next up are the shoulders.

Everyone couldn't help but come over, surprised that this little dog, despite its small size, was so strong.

In the blink of an eye, a large amount of soil and rocks had been removed, and a corpse fell heavily from it, making a metallic clanging sound.

Immediately afterwards, the dog Wick grabbed the corpse and dragged it over with all his might.

With a series of clanging sounds, the corpse was dragged in front of Wayne.

This is a corpse wearing armor, with a tuft of blackened feathers on its head and a leather hat that is mostly rotten, and a metal bell tied around its waist.

The old shaman, Balad, stammered, "This is—this is a shaman!"

The fact that even the shamans of our tribe were killed and buried here shows just how dark things must have happened.

Ballard wept uncontrollably, chanting Native American incantations as he knelt and gently stroked the corpse before him.

He wiped away the layer of dirt on the surface of the corpse, and the people around him couldn't help but exclaim "Huh!"

The armor worn by this former Native American shaman was made up of metal coins strung together.

Moreover, all of these coins are ancient Chinese coins.

Ballard sighed and said, "This is Indian copper coin armor, originally made using coins from the fur trade during the Age of Exploration, mainly coins from the Ming and Qing dynasties in the East —"

This copper coin armor used multiple layers of moose and sea lion hides as its base, with copper coins as armor plates arranged in a scale pattern and strung together with animal sinew. It could withstand attacks from cold weapons and also block lead bullets from early matchlock guns.

It offers far superior protection compared to leather armor, and is also lightweight and flexible.

Ballard stared at the bronze coin armor before him and murmured, "I never thought I'd see something like this again—"

At the same time, Wayne's eyes were filled with excitement as the system panel in front of him flashed with light, displaying lines of characters.

You have found 10 Messiah Coins.

You have found 2 Messiah Silver Coins.

We've come to the right place.

This trip to the reserve was definitely worthwhile.

However, the copper coin armor in front of them was clearly broken and missing a lot of parts.

He then gestured to the dog Wick and made a clicking sound with his tongue.

The puppy Wick immediately circled the armor in front of him, sniffing it, before rushing back to where he had found the corpse, wanting to find more copper coins.

In no time, the dog Wick returned to Wayne, opened his mouth and spat out a dozen copper coins, making a "clinking" sound, then turned around and ran away again.

He walked back and forth among the surrounding corpses, and soon threw more coins in front of Wayne.

You have found 10 Messiah Coins.

You have discovered the Messiah Coin!

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