Chapter 538 (1/2)

Ronald Cohen's last words are a little long. The content is one sentence after another. Maybe he is too lonely in the deep well. He has a lot of time before he dies, just like the slightly neurotic chatter that all lonely old people will show.

Aoki can imagine the final scene:

The swordfish exhausted all its energy in the deep well. The officers and soldiers on the ship knew that death was coming and lay peacefully in their bed. Only captain Halsey was unwilling to sit in the chair in the command room and looked at the stars outside the window. At that last moment, I don't know whether he lamented the smallness of human beings in front of the vast universe, or deeply regretted the ups and downs of his destiny, or thought of his hometown in the distance, which is not in the same time and space.

Finally, Ronald was left alone on the whole ship. He was old, deaf and dazzled. With the last flashlight in his hand, he walked alone in the dark corridor of the warship cabin, with corpses lying on both sides.

He went into the captain's room, took out his pen and paper in the dim yellow light, and wrote down what he wanted to say.

Fortunately, his handwriting is not as unbearable as he said. On the contrary, it is very beautiful and pleasing to the eye, and his words are not vulgar enough to explain some very difficult concepts and things.

When it comes to the awakening alliance, the first page is just finished. You must take this page off before you can see the content of the next page.

However, this paper has been lying on the table for hundreds of thousands of years after all. Although Cohen said that its conservative preservation life is 10000 years, no one can guarantee that there will be no accident when you touch it with your hand.

People looked at Mrs. Larry. She was an archaeologist and was good at dealing with such things.

Situ and Aoki give up their seats. Mrs. Larry comes to the table. Su Huilan and petru both hold torches to help her illuminate.

To uncover the paper, first remove the red coral branch pressed on the paper. The pure coral is valuable, but it is of little value at the moment, so Mrs. Larry's attention is all on the paper, and her right hand extends to the coral branch at will, ready to take it away.

However, as soon as her hand grasped the coral branch, she screamed, as if she had caught a red soldering iron, and retracted back like a conditioned reflex. Such a situation rarely happened to the always calm and serious lady, so everyone was startled.

”What's the matter, madam?” asked petru with concern.

Mrs. Larry shook her head and said, ”I don't know... It's hot... I thought my hand was burned to ashes, but...” she looked at her intact fingers. ”It's strange!”

”Let me see.” petru didn't care about other people's eyes, took his wife's hand and rubbed it gently. ”It's all right, madam, you're just too tired!”

Others also felt that the lady had hallucinations. Alice, as her wife's assistant, also had considerable experience in cultural relics sorting. She came forward to help her wife pick up the coral branches on the paper, but her reaction was more exaggerated than Mrs. Larry. She screamed and fell back and was held by Anderson.

Everyone thinks something's wrong. If it's not powered on, it's hell!

In the dark cabin, there were only a few torches that were not very prosperous. The flames puffed out and flickered indefinitely. Ronald Cohen's thin face looked pale and dreadful under the fire, as if he had put on a dry white mask, exposing two dark holes, and the fire could not shine in, just as if there were ghosts dancing in it.

”What's the matter?” Boris, who fell behind, stretched out his head and neck, eager to reach for it.

”Don't move Boris!” Ivan stopped. ”Listen to Mr. stone and Mr. Aoki.”

Aoki stood a little closer to the table than situ. He stepped forward and reached for the coral branch. As soon as he touched the red thing, a hot, soldering iron like temperature came from his fingers, which made him have the impulse to withdraw his hand. But he held back.

Then the burning sensation spread up his arm, through his chest and to the other hand. Holding the ebony scepter of the sangqi tribe in his hand, it burst into flames and turned into a flame scepter.

Where the heat passed, his flesh and blood burned to ashes and disappeared, leaving only his bones. Now, he became a devil who was normal in other places, with only white bones left in his arms and chest, holding a burning Scepter in his hand.