Chapter 69 Sisters in the Coffin (Please vote)
Ron stood silently at the door.
This was a little different from what he had imagined. He had originally thought that there might be a treasure chest shining brightly, or a mountain of gold coins, or a powerful artifact hidden in the cabin...
Who would have thought that there were two coffins?
What kind of coffin can be placed in the Soul Ferry? In the world of the dead, the Soul Ferry only carries gods...
A terrifying thought popped up in his mind, and his eyes finally moved away from the two coffins. He then carefully looked at the situation on the first floor of the cabin.
There was a chandelier hanging overhead, emitting a pale light. The soul-ferrying boat was quite stable, and there was not a single wave on the Black Sea, but the flame in the lampshade was swaying gently.
The cabin seemed very empty, and one could see the end at a glance, but it gave Ron an illusion of depth and darkness. Even the bright light of the chandelier could not dispel this gloom. Just behind the two coffins was a desk filled with various books.
He could hear faint whispers in his ears, like the song of a siren. Even though Ron couldn't understand what these voices were trying to convey, he could still feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
It is eerie here but not gloomy. If it weren't for the jumping flames in the lampshade, one would even think that this is an ancient painting that is very old and has turned a little yellow.
Speaking of which, this chandelier is pretty cool... I don't know what kind of energy it uses, but it can burn for so long, and the flame doesn't seem to be extinguished at all. If it were on Earth, America would definitely take out a tube of laundry detergent and declare that you have weapons of mass destruction.
Someone once lived here.
Perhaps he was the previous captain of the Soul Ferry? This speculation made Ron interested in this place.
He looked around carefully again, and after confirming that there were no moving objects, he finally raised his right leg again and stepped into the cabin.
There were no attacks.
This made Ron feel a little relieved. After a brief pause, he walked towards the desk, trying his best not to look at the two coffins.
There were thick books piled on the desk, and a bottle of ink was placed on the corner with a feather pen quietly inserted in it.
A half-opened piece of parchment was covered with all kinds of strange patterns and words, words that Ron could not understand.
It is an existence that is more twisted and incomprehensible than the ancient characters created by Archibald in the game and the sage Partridge in the real world.
This may prove that these texts and parchment were left behind at least a thousand years ago.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Ron slowly stretched out his fingers, trying to completely open the parchment.
Even if he didn't recognize the ancient characters, at least the patterns on them would allow him to understand more. But the moment Ron's fingers touched it, the parchment turned into fine dust and dissipated.
It wasn't just the parchment. Ron's touch was like some kind of switch that started a chain reaction. The parchment, books, ink, quill pens, and even the desk and chair all disappeared.
On the ground, only a handful of fine powder remained, like ashes after a fire.
Ron's finger was still hovering in the air.
The expression on his face was a little melancholy.
It’s been too long... Time is the most terrifying force in this world. No matter what kind of existence it is, it cannot resist the wear and tear of time.
What a pity.
Ron felt regretful in his heart. He glanced at the ashes on the ground and was about to turn around, but then his body suddenly stopped.
In the midst of the ashes, Ron suddenly saw a different existence.
It was a photo, in black and white...
This photo is protected by special magic and has not been damaged by the passage of time.
Ron squatted down and picked up the photo.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s been too long, but despite the magic, the photo is still blurry. It may also be purely the influence of some kind of power. All I can see is that there is a man and five women!
As his fingers stroked the photo, Ron inexplicably felt a very strong feeling in his heart that he could not describe at all.
His heart seemed to be grabbed by something and twisted into a piece.
Turning over the back of the photo, there was a row of text, but it was also blurry.
Ron shook his head vigorously, and it took him a long time to suppress the emotions that surged in his heart. He put the photos away, and his eyes finally fell on the two coffins.
After all, there was nothing else in the cabin that could attract Ron's attention.
There were two coffins, one silver-white and one pitch black.
Apart from that, there is almost no difference. The workmanship is very fine. It is made of some unknown wood. The joints fit very well. The surface is covered with a layer of metal and engraved with complex patterns, like a deliberately distorted symbol.
The coffin lid was just buckled on, with no rivets or anything like that to be seen.
All in all, it looks like it's easy to open.
Ron's throat moved slightly, and he seemed to hear some nonexistent voice in his ears: "Open it quickly, open it quickly, open it quickly..."
Well, actually, this sound didn't exist at all. Ron was just very curious about the coffin... He had to find out what was in the coffin. After all, Ron used the Soul Ferry as his home base.
He didn't want there to be any danger on this soul-ferrying boat that he couldn't control.
He placed his hand on the silver coffin lid and, as expected, it was cold to the touch.
With a friction sound, Ron pushed the coffin lid aside.
Sure enough, there was a person inside.
Her long silver hair was like delicate silk, covering the bottom of the coffin. She had a petite figure, as delicate as an exquisite doll, with her hands gently folded on her chest.
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The slender neck like a white swan sparkles with a crystal luster.
She was a woman... probably, wearing the same gorgeous silver dress, but her chest was very... very quiet.
It was unknown how long this coffin had been here, but the body inside had not yet decayed. The skin was even slightly pink, and it looked like a living person, but the chest did not rise or fall at all.
Ron couldn't see what she looked like because she was wearing a silver mask that covered her probably quite delicate cheeks.
The silver mask is dotted with stars.
Frowning, Ron turned and opened the black coffin next to him.
It was also a delicate corpse that looked like a doll.
Apart from the long black hair and black dress, there was no difference between the coffin and the other one.
Oh, no, there is still a little difference. The black mask is not adorned with stars, but a crescent moon.
These should be two sisters, most likely twins.
They looked like they were asleep, as if they could be woken up by just shouting "get up" in their ears.
Shout, take off their masks... Shout, take off their masks...
There seemed to be a certain voice that was constantly echoing in Ron's ears.
His right hand was shaking constantly, as if he had completely lost control of it, and was involuntarily stretching forward.
Clang...
The coffin was closed again! Then he turned and walked away without looking back.
It was not until he left the cabin that the depression in Ron's chest gradually dissipated.
Perhaps, he will explore there again after he becomes stronger.
Looking down at the figures in the photo in his hand, Ron suddenly had an idea in his mind. Could the pair of sisters in the coffin be the girls in the photo? But soon, Ron shook his head... There was a man and five women in the photo, but there were only two sisters in the coffin. The number did not match.
Shaking his head, Ron tried to get up from the ground. At this moment, Ron felt something. He turned his head and found that System Elsa had appeared behind him at some point.
A pair of distinct eyes, one black and one white, were looking at him quietly.
That quiet gaze made Ron's lips twitch slightly. This system really had no foresight at all. Didn't it see that the host's legs were already weak? It didn't even come over to help, but just watched the fun from the side.
While muttering to himself, Ron subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead...but with this action, he accidentally touched a silk thread flying in front of his eyes.
Ron was stunned... He immediately grabbed the thread representing Agnes and pulled it hard! The first chapter is here at midnight. If you have tickets, please send them to me. We will update more chapters with the accumulated recommendation and monthly votes. The day before yesterday, I got 281 recommendation votes, 1,000 votes, 3 updates, 300 monthly votes this month, 3 updates, plus 10 updates from the leader, a total of 16 updates.
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