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Chapter 336 Are you worried about me? Sharon~
Chapter 336 Are you worried about me? Sharon~
Wearing a monocle, Lorne walked straight ahead.
One step, two steps, three steps—his movements did not stop, maintaining an unchanging, eerie rhythm, and he reached the high platform in just a few steps.
Then, he slightly bent his knees, bent his back, and reached out with both hands to turn the heavy picture frame over.
As the picture frame was flipped, an invisible gust of wind seemed to rise within the tomb, which had been sealed for thousands of years, dispelling the confinement and silence that had frozen time.
The white candles on the iron-colored lamp stand were instantly lit, and the flames became exceptionally bright, illuminating the entire main tomb chamber as if it were daytime.
But soon, the wax melted rapidly, turning into puddles of liquid and extinguishing completely. On the ground, the corpses, which had originally had shriveled skin and white hair, rotted and decayed at a visible speed, turning into withered bones and emitting a nauseating stench.
In just a few seconds, the main burial chamber, which had been fairly bright, became dark again, with only the kerosene lamp on the ground emitting a faint light.
"This—" Sharon was somewhat dazed, looking around at everything that was happening in disbelief.
She looked around and saw that everything had returned to normal, and the sluggish feeling of being stuck in a swamp had dissipated.
Without hesitation, she quickly floated to Lorne's side.
"How are you?"
"Are you alright?"
Lorne didn't reply, but simply stood motionless with his head down, like a statue.
"You—" Upon seeing this, Sharon's heart sank. She recalled the terrifying effect of the "ghost frame" from earlier, and her body trembled slightly.
Could it be that his soul was—
"You won't be—"
"No—impossible—"
Her voice trembled slightly, no longer able to maintain the calm and composed demeanor befitting a "vengeful spirit."
"Lorne————"
"Um--"
The trembling call elicited a response from Lorne. He slowly raised his head, looking at Sharon's delicate yet flustered face, a slight smile playing on his lips, a mischievous grin on his face.
Are you worried about me, Sharon?
"I—" Sharon was stunned by this sudden change, and her whole body suddenly froze.
She was initially relieved to see that Lorne seemed alright. But what followed was an extremely strange feeling...
The feeling of being mocked.
Is he alright? Should I be happy?
But—what did he mean by that just now? Was he just pretending?!
Sharon could no longer maintain her usual cool and indifferent demeanor. Her expression changed rapidly in just a few seconds, from shock to embarrassment and anger, and then to a barely perceptible hint of—grievance. It took her more than ten seconds to calm down.
Even so, an unusual rosy glow appeared on her pale face, completely unlike that of a "vengeful spirit".
Good—cute expression—Lorne was momentarily stunned by the other person's appearance.
Ms. Sharon—she actually made that kind of expression!
"You—" Sharon wanted to say something, but didn't know how to begin. Finally, staring at Lorne's face, she gritted her teeth and asked the question she cared about most: "Are you—alright?"
"Of course—I guess so." Lorne wanted to give a definite answer directly, but after thinking about it, he swallowed his words.
He felt his current state was very subtle. It didn't seem like something was wrong, at least his "premonition of impending doom" wasn't reacting. But it wasn't that nothing was wrong either; this feeling of being accepted by the entire mausoleum, even developing a sense of familiarity, was very strange in itself.
"Hey—look at this." Lorne showed the picture frame in his hand, trying to change the awkward topic.
It was a portrait of a young man with a smile on his lips.
He had a broad forehead, thin cheeks, and short, slightly curly black hair. He wore a topped black soft hat, and a monocle made of crystal hung above his right eye.
"He must be Amon—" Lorne said slowly, "an ancestor of the Amon family."
"The glasses I'm wearing should be the same style as his."
"Of course, it's also possible—it could be the one he himself wore. Although I think the probability is low."
Lorne reached out and gently touched the monocle on his right eye.
"It's certain that I was 'recognized' by this tomb because of this monocle."
"It probably mistook me for a descendant of the Amon family, or something else—in any case, it no longer saw me as a threat."
"But this is a bit strange," Sharon said in a low voice.
"A little," Lorne forced a helpless smile.
"But looking at it from another angle, it's not entirely a bad thing. At least, I'm 100% certain that this monocle is indeed connected to the Amon family and the thieves through certain channels."
Then, he shone the light onto the dark coffin on the high platform, stretched out his palm, placed it on the coffin lid, and applied slight pressure.
"Watch out!" Sharon whispered instinctively.
"Hmm," Lorne smiled, revealing a reassuring smile.
"It's fine."
With his effort, a creaking sound rang out, and the heavy coffin lid was slowly pushed open, revealing a crack.
"I bet there's no one inside at all—" Before he could finish speaking, he and Sharon both looked into the coffin.
The inside of the coffin was empty, with only a soft, pale gold padding at the bottom. In the very center of the padding was embroidered a twisted worm with twelve rings on its body.
Time Insect!
"Interesting, very interesting." Lorne suddenly laughed.
"Using insects as symbols, or perhaps—"
"So, Amon—was he also an insect?"
"Judging from the power displayed by this tomb, this Amon is definitely a high-sequence being —"
"Could it be that—high-sequence members of the 'Thief' pathway will eventually turn into insects? Or perhaps, these insects are actually just a part of their bodies?"
That's why it's used to refer to a corpse.
Lorne stood there, lost in thought. This time, Sharon didn't disturb him. After a moment, he turned his head slightly. "Let's explore the area some more."
"Hmm." Seeing Lorne's serious expression, Sharon did not refuse, and her dissatisfaction was temporarily suppressed.
Lorne raised the lantern and walked toward the wall on the other side of the coffin.
Due to the rapid weathering, the walls have developed numerous mottled marks, and many of the murals that were originally painted on them have been severely damaged and can never be restored to their original state.
However, not all murals are unrecognizable.
One of them is relatively well preserved.
"cross!"
The background of the mural in front of you is a huge and ancient cross!
Lorne was somewhat surprised; this was only the second time he had seen something like this. The last time he had seen it was on a mural on a primitive island thousands of miles away!
"Calm down—" He forced himself to calm down and carefully examined the contents of the mural.
The mural appears to depict a story of creation. Beneath the radiance of a giant cross, two angels with twelve wings on their backs, their faces obscured, each hold an infant.
The baby on the left has slightly curly black hair; the one on the right has light blonde hair.
"That black-haired one—could it be Amon?"
"And who is this blond guy?"
Lorne stood there, stunned.
Sharon also floated closer and carefully observed the mural for a while, then shook her head slightly, indicating that she did not recognize the specific allusions or symbolic meanings depicted in the mural.
She looked down at Lorne and discovered that he had somehow taken out a small camera from his pocket.
This is the very one he used to catch Hazel.
"Click, click."
He was taking pictures of the murals on the wall.
"What are you doing?" Sharon asked.
"Of course, it's for recording." Lorne explained without looking up, "What's recorded on this mural is definitely extraordinary. Take a picture of it, send it back to the captain, and see if she can figure anything out."
"Captain? Your other teacher—" Sharon lowered her head, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
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