According to Lily, Browning needed Lily to serve him at night for a long time recently, but on the night of his death, he did not let Lily accompany him, but fell asleep alone in the room.

It was as if he already knew that he would die that night.

Under other circumstances, this might be considered a coincidence, but in a foreign land, and with Browning already affected by the power of Taoist Heming, this must be some kind of supernatural interference.

"Did he say anything else to you that night?"

Shia asked.

"No... He just asked me not to disturb him, very seriously."

Lily replied, looking confused.

"Are you scared?"

Stone noticed Lily's look and asked.

"I don't know... Mr. Gold is dead too. We can't leave now. Will the man who killed Mr. Gold kill us? No, other people want to kill me too. You have to save me..."

Lily felt the whispering in her ears echoing again. She felt a headache and frowned.

"Don't worry, he can't hurt you."

Stone soothed.

"Wait a minute, you said that others also wanted to kill you. Why did they want to kill you? You are just a lover. You have no status and no inheritance rights. To them, you are insignificant and can be dealt with with money."

Lu Ban said suddenly, leaving Lily confused for a moment.

"I don't know. I..."

Her head suddenly hurt, and she covered her head and curled up into a ball again.

"Don't rush her."

Stone stood up and brought Lu Ban and Xia to the door.

"Her fear must have been magnified. In this case, she may have excessive fear and thus acted excessively."

Stone said in a voice that only the three of them could hear.

"From her testimony, it seems that Browning knew his own death, and he seemed to have some other ideas about death, and practicing spiritualism was also included in his will. It is hard not to think that he was exposed to something far more profound than we know."

"really."

Lu Ban agreed.

Xia glanced at Lily, who was still trembling in the room. She kept her eyes on the three people like a child staring at his mother in a crowd.

"She has to change rooms. She can't stay here anymore."

The three of them told the maid that by the time Lily finished changing rooms, the clock would have struck midnight.

They each returned to their own rooms. Stone did not take a shower, but just lay down on the bed.

He closed his eyes. The sound of wind and rain outside the window continued incessantly, but over time, it became a soothing background sound, like the rhythmic clanging of a train passing through the joint of rails, which could lull people to sleep.

Stone put the pistol under his pillow, put one hand in it and held it, and slept on his side, so that if he got into any trouble, he could take out the revolver and shoot at the first moment.

Although as a chosen one who can reach the difficulty of [Sublimation] mission, Stone has his own extraordinary power and can wake up instantly and react when he is asleep, but he still retains this habit. This was his professional habit when he was still a gangster and an ordinary person.

At that time, the enemy might launch a surprise attack in the middle of the night, firing a submachine gun like a typewriter into the house. If I were not prepared, I would have died countless times.

Before his eyes were completely closed, Stone felt a whisper in his ear.

"They don't believe you. They think you killed Drizzt. You tried to kill them. They won't forgive you."

"Kill them, and you can obtain the secrets of this villa, the secrets of Heming Taoist, and the secret of immortality on your own."

"As long as we use that power, everyone here will die, and no one will know what happened. You can take the inheritance and return to the abandoned city. There is no need for you to put yourself in danger for these people."

"Do you really think that you can undo the sins you have committed by doing this? No, you will never be able to wash away your past mistakes. You will be imprisoned in this cage for the rest of your life. In this case, why do you still want to deceive yourself? Embrace your true self. You know that you have always been that kind of person."

These illusory words echoed in Stone's ears, causing him to frown and struggle slightly, but he was unable to wake up.

In a trance, Stone felt that he was back in that small room. He was sitting on the bed with a lit cigarette in his hand, and a delicate girl was sleeping on the bed. The two of them were just casual acquaintances, but inexplicably developed some emotions that should not exist in the sewers of the abandoned city. Stone wanted to change this dark underground world and wanted to see if there was really a sun behind the sky shrouded in haze.

He felt like he was in the Godfather's office again. The majestic man used everything around him. He created monsters in order to gain immortality. He was scheming and even his own children could be used as pawns and chips. The only thing he had miscalculated was that he killed someone he shouldn't have killed.

Stone returned to the hospital in a trance. He was covered with bruises and had lost even the most important things. He stood at the door of Trist's ward. His original intention was to take revenge on this man and to avenge Liz. But when he walked into the ward, the man saw him but did not take action. Instead, he chatted with him like a friend. Stone hesitated and wavered. He decided to observe this person. This observation lasted for a long time until this person disappeared.

All the memories, including the illusory mumbling, drilled into his head, making Stone sometimes anxious, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, and sometimes confused.

At this moment, he felt some kind of threat, and inspiration surged in him, causing him to wake up.

In an instant, Stone pulled out the revolver from under his pillow, raised it without hesitation, and fired.

Bang——

The bullet hit some soft flesh. Stone wanted to continue pulling the trigger, but his fingers could not move.

"?"

Stone was stunned. He saw that his hand was grabbed by another hand and a finger was stuck on the trigger, making him unable to move.

The muzzle of his revolver was pointing at his own temple.

The bullet was blocked by the hand holding the muzzle of the gun, and there was a bloody mess, and it seemed that there were some grass growing in the middle.

Stone saw his situation this time.

He just sat there with the revolver pointed at his head. The first bullet he fired was blocked by this hand and only scratched his skin. If it weren't for the other party, Stone might have committed suicide by shooting himself.

He looked ahead and saw the owner of the hand, Lu Ban.

"Having a nightmare?"

A smile appeared on Lu Ban's lips.