Stone touched the revolver in his holster.

He saw the mourning hall on the other side of the corridor.

What surprised Stone was that he had passed by here before, but he had never noticed that there was a hall at the other end of the corridor.

It seems that changes in cognition are indeed hard to guard against.

After making preparations for the binding seal, Stone stood at the entrance of the hall and saw the dark coffin with the lid opened, Browning's black and white portrait, and the tribute that had been eaten until only the chicken carcass was left.

Hmm, there seems to be something wrong with the last one.

He walked into the house, where candles were always burning, emitting a dim light in the stormy evening. The flickering candlelight seemed as if it would go out at the next moment, but the swaying flames reflected Stone's deep shadow.

“You’re here.”

A voice sounded from behind Stone.

He turned around suddenly, instinctively took out his revolver and pointed it in the direction of the sound, and then he saw Browning.

He looked like a gentleman in his thirties or forties, sitting on a chair with a glass of red wine in his hand, seemingly enjoying the aroma of the wine.

Stone's pupils dilated slightly. Although he heard what Lu Ban and Xia said, he was still surprised when he actually saw it. After all, Browning was sitting here alive, which was too bizarre.

Stone had met Browning before, and the Browning sitting here now looked almost the same as before, as if he was just an old friend he hadn't seen for a while.

"I heard about you."

Stone turned toward Browning and said.

He needed some time to wait for the seal to take effect and was not in a hurry to complete the last step.

Even though he agreed with Lu Ban's statement, Stone still retained a glimmer of possibility that Taoist Heming could really resurrect the people he had lost. Since Taoist Heming said that he was real, there was no reason why the real thing could be inferior to the fake, and he should also be able to master the technique of resurrection.

"Have you come back from the dead, or have you just taken over Browning's body? Was the Browning I knew before you or him?"

Stone inquired.

"You know, resurrection from the dead is just a false dream. The dead can never be resurrected. This mud monster is just an imitation of the past."

Browning replied leisurely.

"As for the second question, I'm sorry, but you may have never met Browning. He has been me since he started living here. Does that make you feel better?"

"You once merged yourself with the sludge monster. How did you do it? Since according to you, the sludge monster only simulates other people's personalities, how can you guarantee that you were still your real self at that time, and not a simulation?"

Stone asked again.

Hearing his words, Browning smiled, took a sip of the wine in his glass, and then answered.

"That's the point. Although this is considered a reward, I'm in a good mood right now, so I'll give you some tips. In a foreign land, if you want to sublimate into a supreme being, you must first ensure your own uniqueness."

"Uniqueness?"

Stone was puzzled.

"Haha, although you have experienced a lot, you seem to know nothing about the nature of the foreign land. In the foreign land, you are not the only one. Anyone can replace you unless you leave your own mark."

Browning laughed.

"Mark?"

Stone vaguely thought of something and asked.

"You should have heard your companions talk about how to sublimate. The essence of sublimation is to make yourself a concept. This concept can be anything, but if it is an extremely common thing, then you will have to bear a huge amount of pollution. Because the more common the concept is, the more widespread the pollution it carries. Moreover, most of these concepts already have owners. You still need to compete with their original masters. If you want to obtain a concept that belongs to you, you must leave a mark."

"These marks may be legends, miracles, certain clans, or even a civilization. Only when you reach this level can you obtain the rudiments of the concept. Once you obtain the mark, you will be a unique existence in the foreign land, and you will also carry pollution."

Browning said seriously, he drank the red wine in the glass and then looked at Stone.

"So, the mark I left behind is Heming Taoist. In this foreign land, there will only be me, Heming Taoist. Everything I left behind proves my existence. I am who I am. I will not be usurped by any will, let alone have my consciousness taken away by inferior beings like the mud monster."

"If you want to achieve immortality, then I advise you to leave your mark as early as possible. Otherwise, when you are contaminated too much, your mark will also be contaminated."

He looked at Stone with a half-smile, as if trying to persuade him.

"As for what you want, if you can accept that it is just a body that imitates them, a fake from the appearance to the soul, then I have ten thousand ways to make it happen for you. In fact, at our level, such pursuit is no longer worth mentioning."

Stone came to the opposite side of Browning, pulled out a chair and sat down.

"But you still failed. You are bound here and can only survive by usurping the bodies of others. Even your former self has become your enemy."

His words caused Browning to raise an eyebrow slightly.

"What do you want to say?"

As Browning spoke, the air around him began to tremble slightly, and the candlelight flickered, like a giant about to become angry.

Even the storm paused for a moment, and the lightning spread silently among the clouds like a grand pantomime.

The next moment, Stone snapped his fingers.

The moment Browning realized what was happening, he stood up immediately.

The wine glass in his hand immediately shattered, the glass in the entire mourning hall began to buzz, and outside the window, a loud thunder exploded, as if it was going to shatter the window.

Stone saw countless hallucinations appearing before his eyes, including his past sins, the good times in the past, and possible future scenes.

In these scenes, Stone was either sad, angry, happy, regretful, or painful. Countless emotions surged into Stone's consciousness in an instant. These emotions were not false, but like real experiences.

It was as if Stone had experienced countless parallel worlds in a short period of time and experienced all kinds of life.

But then, all the worlds, those worlds that passed through Stone's eyes like meteors, turned into a concentrated beam.

The seal placed around the house suppressed the resistance of Taoist Heming with a louder buzzing sound. In that moment that Stone could not perceive, see, or capture, it was like a hand pressing on Browning's head. He froze in place with a dazed look in his eyes.

thump--

Browning fell to the ground and corpse spots quickly appeared on his skin.

A polyhedron that Stone couldn't describe fell in front of the portrait, reflecting Browning's black and white photo.