Chapter 642 641. Resurrection

In front of Stone, the expression on the face of the condescending charlatan gradually became serious, and his every move produced some kind of change in temperament, which made Stone feel that the person standing in front of him was not a destitute wanderer. But a learned scholar.

   Despite the weird and terrifying sound in his throat, Byron soon closed his mouth.

   He looked at Stone.

"Hello."

   The voice that came out of Byron's mouth was still the same, but the tone was much calmer, as if at this moment even if he held a pistol against his head, the man would continue to respond without changing his face.

   "You can call me, Daoist Heming."

   A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

   "Are you Daoist Heming?"

  Stone frowned slightly. He took out his revolver and aimed it at Byron, not believing his nonsense.

   "Yes, I am Daoist Heming, or I used to be Daoist Heming."

  Byron put both hands on the table, very relaxed, as if he was not facing Stone's muzzle, but his disciples studying under his own door.

"I have experienced a lot in the waste capital, and finally found one thing, that is, the human body can never resist pollution, so I chose to give up my body and merge with the family of the old ruler, You must know this creature well."

   "Are you Byron, or Daoist Heming, or a silt monster?"

Stone knew that in most cases, these silt monsters would mimic the appearance and will of the creatures they devoured. Except for very few cases, the will of those who were swallowed would be wiped out, and they could control the silt in turn. Monsters, very few.

  Like Io and Liz at the time, Stone knew very well that it was an impossible miracle that she could maintain a certain level of consciousness.

   "These are all me."

   Byron laughed.

   "I abandoned the body of Daoist Heming and merged with the family of the old ruler. Immediately, I took control of this monster and transformed into a new existence. However, some existences are not willing to witness all this."

   "Some existence?"

   Stone didn't lower his muzzle, and asked cautiously.

"The old ruler who walked the earth, the real ruler of the abandoned city, you may have heard of it, that lady is not a gentle and kind existence. He caused me a little trouble on the day when I was completely integrated. ."

  Byron said, he spread his hands as if helpless.

"A part of my consciousness was split and remained in this Rainstorm Villa. Although I later tried to use some rituals to complete my complete sublimation and transformation, my broken soul could never be integrated, and I could never go further. "

"So, I can only continue to survive in my current appearance. Fortunately, this body is strong enough, has a lifespan far exceeding that of humans, and can devour other humans to become their appearance, roaming in the waste city, avoiding that lady. exploration."

   "That's why you came back here and wanted to hold a conjuring night?"

   Stone asked in a deep voice.

According to Byron, he did enter here very early, and before that, Browning purchased many paintings of the ancient capital to suppress a certain existence. This may be the will of Daoist Heming to stay in the Rainstorm Villa. Under the influence, Browning resisted.

   However, Browning died in the end. Gothe, one of the incarnations of the Taoist Heming, was slaughtered by the will of Taoist Heming in the Rainstorm Villa, and the last chess piece, Byron woke up.

   "It can dominate the human will, create various hallucinations, and even control your body through subtle pollution. You should have experienced that feeling, right?"

  Byron looked at Stone with a half-smile, and he seemed fearless in the face of the dark muzzle.

"Now, that will may have occupied someone's body and is looking for my trace, hehe, he is trying to replace me and become the real [Heming Daoist], but I don't know, this is all the arrangement of the lady, if Let it gain the initiative, you and your companions, you will die here on the night of conjuring the soul, and even the soul will be absorbed and become nutrients."

   "Why did you tell me this?"

  Stone understands that no matter if the person in front of him is the real Daoist Heming, there must be a purpose for him to say these words to himself.

   Linked to the fact that he mentioned that he could not be sublimated because of the incompleteness of his soul, then Byron's purpose was obviously to let Stone and the others solve their lost will.

"It's very simple, as long as you remove all those paintings and break the shackles Browning placed here, then that childish will will lose its support, and my strength will increase. At that time, I don't need your help. It can also be absorbed back to open the real path of sublimation."

   Byron spread his hands and said, as if to say that this is quite simple, like laying hands.

   "And I became the ruler of the old days, it's not a bad thing for you, you have helped me, at least, some things you cherish, I can help you reshape."

  “.You mean.”

   Stone quickly understood what Byron meant.

  Since he is in that state now, he naturally knows about Liz and Io, and what the smell that remains on Stone's body means.

   "You know, in the body of this creature, the souls of all the dead will never die, they will only be one, intertwined in the eternal and silent years."

   Byron laughed.

   "In other words, if I find the wreckage at that time, it only needs a little processing, and they will stand in front of you intact, with your familiar memory and personality, and even the soul will be replaced by a fake."

   His voice murmured in Stone's ear, like the whispers of the devil tempting mankind to fall.

   "If you can help me make this happen, I can get this deal done, isn't that what you expect?"

   Stone was silent.

   He was thinking about two things.

The first is whether the person in front of him can believe it. Of course, Daoist Heming, Stone, thinks it is very dangerous, but right now, at least this Byron has no ill will towards him, and he may indeed come here earlier than Browning. And the ghost of the boarding house in the Rainstorm Villa has indeed caused harm to the people living here.

   The second is, can he really allow the dead to be resurrected?

  Those souls that have been silent, is it Stone's own arrogance to wake them up now?

   He hesitated.

After a long time, after taking a deep look at Byron, Stone slowly put down the revolver.

   "Tell me, what do I need to do to fulfill your request?"

  Stone's expression remained the same, still stern.

   The storm outside the window became more violent, and the wind blew the window, making a weeping whimper.

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