Chapter 115
Lin Lai and the other man were also shocked, but he soon discovered that Rong Yuan had appeared here at some point and was standing next to the coffin. Although there was no evidence, Lin Lai felt that the old man's actions must be related to him.
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Although in terms of race, Rong Yuan is an alien, and the man in white coat and the others are of the same kind as him, but for some reason, they are more willing to believe this alien whom they have only seen on TV before than the Zhongwu people.
The old man in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. His dry and turbid eyes were shining with a captivating light, and he looked like a demon crawling out of hell!
“Huh…huh…huh…”
The old man made a difficult, dry breathing sound from his throat, like an unskilled person playing an old and dilapidated accordion, hoarse and harsh.
The man in the white coat was so frightened that his eyes went wide open and he kept screaming, trying desperately to shake off the old man's hand, but the old man, who was as old as a dead tree trunk, had so much strength that he held on to the white coat tightly, and his fingers seemed to be clamped into his arm.
"What...do...you...want...to...do..."
The old man asked word by word, his gloomy eyes fixed on the white coat, and the few broken and yellowed teeth in his dry mouth were sharp, as if they wanted to bite through his neck and suck his blood!
The man in the white coat used his hands and feet, slapping and hitting, and finally broke free from the old man's grip and ran out using his hands and feet.
The old man ignored him. He gasped for air with difficulty, his chest pumping like a bellows. He raised his eyes and looked coldly at Lin Lai and the other man, asking grimly, "Who... are you... again?"
As he spoke, he quietly placed his hand next to the coffin.
Lin Lai suddenly felt a great sense of danger. He glanced at Rong Yuan, but didn't get any instructions, so he pretended to be respectful but a little scared, raised his hands to indicate that he was harmless, and then said, "I'm Bram, the researcher here, he's Li Gui, and I...we came here with the guy just now."
The old man's eyes were cold, and it was unclear whether he believed it or not. Lin Lai tried to smile, but he felt as if a tiger was breathing on his back. After a while, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
After a while, the old man lowered his eyes and said, "Get lost!"
Lin Lai and Mo Gui hurriedly retreated, but they walked slower and slower, and after a long time they had not left the room.
The old man who seemed to have come back to life did not pay any attention to or urge them. He spread out the thing he was holding tightly in his hand, looked at it carefully, and then, as if relieved, he rolled it up again and still held it tightly in his hand, with a terrible smile on his old face.
It was like finding a life-saving straw.
Lin Lai was a little confused, and he looked at Mo Gui. Because he knew that Mo Gui had very good eyesight, and he could read the words on the scroll even from such a distance.
Mo Gui's lips moved slightly, and he said silently: "Bandage, there is blood."
- It's not a scroll, but a used bandage?
Lin Lai was a little surprised. Somehow, he associated the bandage with Rong Yuan who was still standing next to the coffin.
Rong Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the bandage, but there was still no expression on his face.
Lin Lai and the other man retreated.
The old man was not completely unconcerned about their movements. When the two men had completely left, he pressed twice on the side of the coffin, and the door immediately closed, and the cold air began to blow out again.
The old man shivered, reached out and pressed another button, preparing to go back into the freezer.
He did not die, but when his body functions had been exhausted to the extreme and could no longer be maintained, he entered a frozen state using a cryostat inherited from an unknown technological civilization long ago, whose principles Zhong Wuxing is currently unable to crack, waiting to be awakened after future technology has developed to a certain level.
At least, that's what he hoped.
Now, his unworthy descendants had opened the freezer without permission when the conditions were not yet ripe, and wanted to steal the treasure that he regarded as his life. This was something he could not tolerate. However, after the freezing state was lifted, he could clearly feel that his life was passing away quickly every minute and every second. If he continued to stay outside, he might die in a short time.
Therefore, he did not pursue the descendant who seemed to be on the verge of mental collapse, nor did he pay attention to the two researchers who were not sure whether they were real or fake. He just forced them away and went back into cryostasis, waiting for the moment when he should really wake up.
It's not that he doesn't know that letting them go might leave hidden dangers for the future. Before entering the cryogenic zone, the old man had already anticipated various situations and also left behind backup defensive counterattack measures.
However, when it comes to things like trump cards, it is better not to use them if you can. The cards that have not been played are the most deterrent. If they are played... I am afraid that he will be the next one to die.
Although it had only been a few moments since he woke up from a deep sleep and his brain was not in the clearest state, all kinds of thoughts and considerations had already passed through the old man's mind. At the same time, his trembling fingers had already touched the freeze button.
"When I was injured by the Star Destroyer, you cried and wanted to bandage my wound. I always thought it was out of a student's respect for his teacher. Although it was not actually necessary, I still asked you to help treat the wound."
At this moment, a faint voice seemed to ring in his ears. He had not heard this voice for a long, long time, but it seemed to have been engraved deep in his memory. The moment he heard it again, he immediately recognized it. His whole body suddenly stiffened, his fingers trembled, but he could not move at all.
The voice sighed softly:
"I didn't expect that you had coveted my blood since then, or maybe even earlier."
The voice was calm, just as he remembered it, always as peaceful as ever, as if it would not be shaken by anything.
But... the old man didn't know if it was his illusion or fantasy, he always felt... that there seemed to be an imperceptible, deeply hidden pain in that voice.
His hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and the bandages on his hands seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, making it almost impossible for him to hold them.
The blood on the bandage was still a bright, eye-catching red even after nearly three hundred years, as if proving that even now it was still as full of vitality as fresh blood, and as if constantly reminding him of his past betrayals and crimes.
The bandage was gently removed.
In the past, countless people wanted to snatch this bandage from him, wanting to understand the secret of longevity hidden in it, but all offenders were extinguished by the old man with thundering means. He did not hesitate to use the most vicious and brutal means to let others know the consequences of coveting what he cherished.
Even if his favorite woman and most beloved child were abducted by the enemy and held hostage, threatening him to exchange them for this bandage, he would just coldly let them bleed to the last drop of blood in fear and despair, and then take revenge.
He never let go of the blood-stained bandage. Sometimes, he even felt that his life depended on this small piece of cloth.
Actually, it was true. Because of the blood on the bandage, he became the longest-lived person among the companions he had known at the time - of course, later on, those former companions either died or became enemies.
As long as they are not too stupid, people who live longer always have an advantage. He developed an extremely large family power, and then he used almost all his energy to study the blood, using the power of the blood to keep himself away from death bit by bit, and then outlasted his son, grandson, great-grandson, and great-great-grandson...
However, although he lived a long life, he would still age, get sick, and become increasingly weak. Moreover, taking this blood seemed to have brought an indelible curse to his genes. His descendants were shorter-lived than the previous generation, always dying suddenly without any signs at a young age, and it was extremely difficult for them to reproduce.
The once prosperous family was declining day by day, and when the old man suddenly looked back, he found that since he had no idea when, and no matter how many generations he had passed, his descendants no longer coveted his precious bandage. They hated it as much as they hated him.
After sensing the hatred that was cursing him day and night and penetrating deep into his bones, the old man also sensitively realized that his descendants would sooner or later notice his weakness, and then they would retaliate against him without hesitation.
The older a person gets, the more afraid he or she becomes of death. The old man is probably the most afraid of death in the world. He is extremely afraid of death, but sadly finds that death is gradually approaching him.
So, after arranging the subsequent matters as perfectly as possible and ensuring that he would have the final power of counterattack as a deterrent under any circumstances, the old man tightly grasped the bandage that he regarded as his life and lay in the freezer.
He had no other choice but to put all his hopes on the future.
There are only two things that can wake him up from his slumber.
First, his descendants found the hope of immortality and fulfilled his requirements according to the small amount of blood materials and experimental requirements he left behind.
Second, if someone tried to steal his bandages, he would crawl back from hell and bite his neck off even if he died.
But now, the bandage that was more important to the old man than his children, his lover, his family, the rise and fall of his race, and anything else was taken away so easily, but he didn't dare to refuse, didn't dare to speak, and didn't even dare to look up at that person.
Because the appearance of that person was his most horrifying nightmare over the years!
Rong Yuan held the bandage in his hand, his expression showing deep fatigue.
If it wasn't for the fact that after Wandou woke up, the "Merit Book" function was restored and a long list of deductions popped up, he might never want to return to this place in his life;
If he had not come back to investigate the reasons for the countless deductions, he would never have imagined that the little blood he had shed due to his injury, and his act of letting someone he trusted and understood get close to him out of a moment of weakness, would actually cause such a long and heavy tragedy on this planet.
Because he was not the main person responsible, and he could even be said to be a victim in this matter, so although points were deducted many times in the "Merit Book", the points deducted each time were very small, and the points deducted overall were not a serious blow to him.
However, this kind of thing... is really...
Rong Yuan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with indifference again.
A flame rose from the bandage in his hand and burned it to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Then he looked at the octogenarian, whose body was still stiff, trembling slightly, and who dared not raise his head, and said softly:
"You had the courage to stab me with a knife in the past, but now you don't even dare to look at me?"
"It's morning."
