Super God Gene

At first, Hanson thought that the clothes on the person were glowing slightly, possibly fluorescent clothes of some particular material, but soon Hanson was certain that it wasn't the clothes glowing, but the person himself was emitting strange fluorescence.

After careful confirmation, Hanson was appalled to find that it was not a person, or a living person, although it looked almost like a living person, but the face and hands exposed to the outside had obviously lost moisture, and the living person could not have such a face and hand.

But unlike a dead person or a skull, although the person appeared to have lost moisture and had become strange, the skin and muscles remained intact, and the skin was glowing and looked strangely unlike a dry corpse.

“Are you dead or alive? Are you alive?” Hanson couldn't get it right for a while, whether he was dead or alive.

After asking a few questions, the man didn't make a sound, and Hanson looked at the broken clothes on him and thought to himself, “Looks like a dead man. ”

Hanson had some curiosity about the dead man, wondering how he died here, and his body looked a little unusual.

Four measurements were made for a moment to make sure there was nothing unusual. Hanson patted his wings and leaned carefully toward the person.

As he approached the dead man, measuring the dead man, his clothes looked very strange, completely different from the modern man's clothes. The clothes on him, both in style and texture, looked something like those of the ancient times in the film and television works, and humans had not yet rushed out of the planetary confinement period.

But Hanson quickly denied the absurd idea that in an era when humans had not been able to survive in the stars, and without space transfer technology, humans could never enter the world of shelter.

“Maybe a guy with a special outfit hobby.” Hanson thought to himself.

Four or five meters from the body, Hanson didn't come any closer and moved around a few times to allow himself to observe the dead man in all directions.

This is the only way Hansen can portray a living dead man. Apart from the fact that his body appears to have completely lost moisture, he is almost like a living person, but some of them are not like living people, and his body looks more like a jade stone or something carved and emits a strange fluorescence.

Suddenly, Hanson's eyes fell next to the dead man's left hand, and there was something there that seemed to belong to the dead man.

The dead man sat on a stone bench with two or three meters on the wall of a prominent stone, sitting on his knees, his hands naturally drooling, and on his left, he put something that looked like a scroll or something.

Hanson had determined that it was a dead man and there was nothing dangerous around him. He hesitated and fell on the stone table, reaching out and picking up the scroll.

Some of the scrolls are like silk products, but I felt a touch with my hands carefully, and some are like leather products, very strange.

After looking at the dead man, Hanson opened the scroll, only to see that the scroll was dense and numb with a lot of small flies, more than three feet long in the scroll, not to mention 20,000 words.

And most of the first half of the text in this volume is embroidered with some kind of silk thread. At the end, there is a small part, but I don't know what liquid is written on it. If you only read the text, it is completely different from the previous one, and it should be different hands.

Hanson looked closely, but found that the words he could know were very limited. Many of them seemed to be words rather than words. They looked like words that Hanson knew himself, but looked closely, and there were some differences, which made him unsure that they were not the words he knew.

“Is this an ancient font from the time of the ancient planet?” Hansen is secretly indulging in the fact that the common language of the Alliance comes from a country of ancient planetary times, but it has undergone many modifications before the common language of the Alliance today, the oldest font, has long been unused and most people in general are no longer able to recognize it.

However, in some works of art, such as calligraphy, the words of ancient times can still be seen, very similar to those found in the leather rolls.

“This dead guy is a little weird.” Hanson looked closely at the dead man again. Even if his body had lost its moisture, it looked a little strange, but it could still be seen that he was a handsome man who should have lived in abundance.

“Brother, you are all dead anyway, and what is outside is of little use. Let's do good deeds and relieve my living life.” Hanson reached for the dead.

He has long been accustomed to life and death, and there is no hiding from such things.

But Hanson had just encountered the clothes on the dead man. They looked quite complete. They actually decayed into dust when he got there. They were pulled by Hanson, and the clothes in his body all turned into a little dust and scattered. There was nothing left on the dead man.

“How did this dress end up like this?” Hanson was stunned and looked at the man, all crystal like jade, even in the naked situation, still gave a sense of sanctity and inviolability.

Hanson looked all over the guy's body, and there was nothing left but a leather roll.

“I don't know who the hell this guy is. He's not really from ancient times, is he?” Hanson thought he thought it was funny.

How is it possible for ancient technology to travel through space to reach such a place?

Eye to eye, there is nothing else but the body, Hanson has no good to pick up, just summon Guxuan wolf dagger, cut out a hole in the stone wall next to it, put the body in, and then clog it with stone, which is satisfying to say: “I broke your clothes, just give you back a cover, as for the leather file, you don't need a dead person, I'll take it back, maybe I can find out your identity, or if possible, notify your family to collect it for you. ”

After that, Hanson looked around again. This is already the end of the cave, and there is no other way out except for the deep, bottomless hole below.

Hanson looked down at the big hole, tried to fly down a distance, flew a few kilometers, still couldn't see the bottom of the big hole, looked down at the black paint as if it were a hell entrance hole, and Hanson had some hair in his heart.

After hesitating, Hanson felt that there was really no need to take such an adventure and flew away from the Great Hole, returning to the Great Gobi of the White Devil along the same path.