Chapter 638 637. Where are you going?

  There is nothing in the pure black coffin.

  No Browning corpses, no monsters, tentacles, slime, silt, zombies that move when they hear music, and all that.

   was empty inside, like new.

   Lu Kizuna removed the cover and saw the whole picture of the coffin.

   He reached out and shook it, confirming that it was not a transparent person lying there.

   His fingers rubbed against the inner wall of the coffin, but Lu Bian didn't feel any liquid adhered to the coffin.

   No one ever lay in.

  Lu Kizuna looked at the old butler.

   "No, I don't know, I really don't know"

   The old butler looked astonished. He had never seen such a battle before. He hurriedly looked into the coffin, but couldn't see the figure of his master.

   "I clearly remember that I did put the master in at that time. How could this be?"

   The old housekeeper felt that his decades of cognition had been challenged.

  The corpse disappeared.

   Riku and Shia looked at each other.

   "Looks like we overlooked one thing in the first place."

   Lu Kizuna said.

   As soon as the mission started, they thought that Browning was dead and that what was left here was a corpse, so they ignored a possibility.

   That is, Browning is not dead, and has been active in this rainstorm villa.

  The extra person is not Byron, but Browning.

  However, how did Browning avoid the eavesdropping voice of the [Soul of the Seeker]?

   Lu Kizuna hadn't heard Browning's inner activity in this mansion, so he hadn't noticed it before.

   Thinking about it now, is this a bit outrageous?

  If Browning hadn't died, then there would be no way to talk about the night of the soul, and it would be a fart even if the soul didn't come out.

Lu Han and their mission, to survive until the end of the night of the conjuring, means that they will one day discover the truth of Browning's coffin, whether it is the first day, the second day, or the ninth day, no wonder the tampering of this cognition is so small.

   So, Lu Kian thought, this quest probably has more than one branch line and a way to the answer.

   Or, all the clues they are exposed to now are the pieces of the puzzle that can finally survive the night of the conjuring?

   Now there is only one big problem.

   That's where Browning went.

   However, just when Lu Bian thought that he might have to find Browning for a while, and when the night of the conjuring was approaching little by little, he heard a cough.

   "Cough cough."

   On the other side of the hall, there was no one there just now, and now there is a person sitting.

   His temples are gray, and he doesn't look old, like a mature man in his forties.

   He was wearing an old and loose suit, leaning on a cane, with a kind smile on his face. Anyone who looked at him would only think that he was an ordinary old man who knew destiny.

   But Lu Bian recognized him at a glance. After all, the black and white portrait was still hanging on the other side.

   This is exactly Browning.

   "The progress of your investigation is much faster than I expected. I thought you would not find out about this matter until at least the seventh or eighth day."

Browning's tone was steady, and the wind suddenly made a loud noise outside the window, causing the window to make a heavy slamming sound, the roar of thunder, and lightning reflected the entire desolate hall. In the flickering candlelight, Browning's eyes were as deep as they were. The endless abyss, as if there is light shining inside.

   "It's beyond my expectations that you can find Byron. How did you find him in a wine barrel?"

  Browning asked casually, at this moment he was not like a person who should die, but more like a teacher who asked questions to his students, calm and confident.

   "We have some extraordinary items, we can detect Gothe's corpse, and we found something in the underground wine cellar from here."

Lu Bian replied, he motioned Shia not to do it first, because something told Lu Bian that Browning was not someone they could deal with, or that the person sitting in front of them might not be the original Browning who was a mortal. , but some kind of higher existence.

   "Extraordinary item?"

  Browning scrutinized Lu Kian carefully, as if thinking at the same time.

   "This Rainstorm Villa relies on the paintings of the ancient capital to suppress certain existences. I want to know, are you the one who was suppressed, or the one responsible for the suppression?"

   Lu Bian asked while the other party was silent.

   "I came to Si pass, originally to deal with the problems here, but I didn't expect that you have almost dug out the deepest secrets in this Rainstorm Villa."

  Browning did not answer Lu Kian's words, but muttered to himself.

   "It seems that detectives are really unreliable. They always have a curiosity that is different from ordinary people, and always want to explore the truth of the incident. They will never believe the superficial happy ending, and will only dig out the cruelest truth with their own hands."

   "So, you are the one being suppressed."

  Lu Kian quickly understood what Browning meant from his words.

   "Repression? Not to mention."

  Browning smiled, but there was no smile in his eyebrows.

   "I'm not at the level of that one to suppress me. The reason why I stay here is because I'm afraid of those who really walk on the earth."

   "The existence that really walks on the earth? You mean, there is a real awakening **** in the waste?"

   Lu Kizuna was interested.

His previous guess was that the biggest feature of the abandoned capital may be that there are truly awakened gods walking on the earth, just like the countless eyes he saw. Now, from Browning's words, Lu Bian's guess Maybe correct.

"It is fortunate to have a walking god, at least it is difficult for visitors from a foreign land to really contaminate the inhabitants of this foreign land, but it is unfortunate to have such a god, because his existence alone will cause pollution. "

  The corners of Browning's mouth were raised, and he said with emotion.

"And the one here is a very jealous guy. I have fought with him to a certain extent, but unfortunately, at that time, I was not perfect, so I was defeated and almost lost. After all, he was forced to hide here and rely on the technique of reincarnation to continue his life.”

   "Have you ever fought against Him? That guy with countless eyes?"

   Lu Kizuna said deliberately.

He knows that this information itself is a kind of pollution from the old masters. If what the other party said is true, then this sentence naturally cannot have any impact, but if he is just fishing in troubled waters, slaps his face and looks fat, Then this sentence can produce enough damage.

   "You seem to know a lot too."

   Browning was unmoved, he said.

   "Looking at it this way, you might be able to be the next me."

   He looked at Lu Bian.

"who are you?"

   Shia couldn't help asking, she had some guesses, but she still needed a definite answer.

"I?"

   Browning's expression became serious.

   "You can call me, Daoist Heming."

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