Chapter 353： What a ghost, a poem? (1/2)

Gao Wen, who was in Cecil's collar, didn't know what the Miss Mylittlepony had done after he left. All his attention now is on the eternal slate in front of him—or some sort of ancient information storage medium.

Amber stared at the metal plate in Gao Wen’s hand with a big eyes. He said, “It’s really different from the last shape!”

Then she said something else: "But then, you use a piece of metal scrap to replace the eternal slate with others... Is this appropriate?"

"Value depends on people's needs. For us it's metal scrap, because we have a lot of the same things at hand, we even have a sample of gods, but for people outside of us - that is The extraordinary creation equivalent to the eternal slate." Gao Wenfu said without changing his color.

Amber pouting: "The ability to talk with you is more powerful than Pittman."

Gao Wen just smiled and didn't talk, but he felt that he was right at all - the gods and bloodstains are not precious? That thing, if you just throw a small piece and throw it at the major churches, I am afraid that all the sects will be able to fight out the brains, but Tyre does not think so, and the party that can help the deep sea to sing a party can get rid of dozens of tons of corpses. Oh...

He waved his hand and told Amber to look around: "I want to try to communicate with this piece of eternal stone, you are watching."

"Oh, OK - I said that I will be guarding you next to me," Amber agreed. Then he bbed up. "I thought you were crawling out of the grave. Every time I have it." Kind of guardian feeling..."

The nonsense of this work will never be less.

Gao Wen did not take care of the broken side of Amber. At this moment he has begun to release his spiritual strength, and the piece of eternal slate in his hand has produced a familiar resonance in the next moment.

With the illusion of the slight heat of the slate, Gao Wen felt that his spirit once again stripped off the body, and a kind of super-experienced feeling came to him. In the state of fluttering and indescribable, he suddenly felt his mind. Some brief information emerged...

He concentrated on listening to the content of the message, but when the information came out, he only had a sigh:

"... Don't indulge in this illusory quiet night... The night will be broken...

"... Don't indulge in your warm cradle... The cradle will one day be overturned...

"...Do not sleep in the sanctuary of the soul... The shelter of the soul will sooner or later become a shackle that cannot be broken...

"Get off, before the stars flash, let's go, before the end of the night...

"If you don't start soon, the day will come..."

After the message of a small poem is over, it is the long-lasting background noise and the unbearable feeling of spiritual emptiness.

In this state of super-detachment without any sense of detachment, Gao Wen’s thinking is still working, and he feels a burst of sorrow: Is this over?

In the second piece of eternal slate, only one poem was recorded?

What does this poem mean? Who left it? At that time, those zenith star fleets that overthrew the gods? What do they mean by leaving this poem?

Is it here that the artistic talent of super-high-tech aliens is not enough?

Gao Wen’s thoughts diverge infinitely, but he quickly recovered when he was half-divided. He knew that the truth is certainly not so simple – the eternal slate is not a common storage medium, they also carry the secrets of God, extraordinary power, 弑God's battle report and so on, a lot of things that can change the human process. A sudden emergence of a small poem between so many incredible information... This can never be a coincidence.

This poem should have its special meaning, which may be suggesting something.

Gao Wen carefully recalls what he "listens" to and "sees". From that poem, he faintly associates something. This poem is to let people not indulge in a short but peaceful illusion? Moreover, it is implied that something will break this brief peace, the cradle will be overturned, and the night will break... If it is associated with the real world, will this mean periodicity... magic tide?

So short peace is the interval between the magic tides? What about the cradle? Does it refer to the planet where humans are currently located?

The author of the poem also mentioned shackles and spiritual asylum... What does this mean? Spiritual Asylum... Sleeping in the shelter of the soul, will it be related to the eternal sleeper?

But those who left this poem should not know the person who is sleeping, because the birth of the eternal slate is even longer than the history of mankind...