I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler Chapter 645

   Chapter 645 644. Uniqueness

   Stone touched the revolver in his holster.

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

   To Stone's surprise, he had passed by here, but he didn't notice the hall at the other end of the corridor.

   It seems that the change in cognition is indeed unavoidable.

Ready to bind the seal, Stone stood at the entrance of the hall and saw the dark coffin with the cover lifted, Browning's black and white photo, and the leftovers. Tribute to Chicken Rack.

  Uh, the last one seems to be a bit of a problem.

   He walked into the room, where the candles were burning constantly, showing a dim yellow light in the stormy evening. The flickering candlelight seemed to go out the next moment, but the swinging flame reflected Stone's deep shadow.

"You came."

   A voice came 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 30s or 40s, sitting on a chair with a glass of red wine in his hand, as if he was soaking up the aroma of the wine.

  Stone's eyes were slightly enlarged. Although he heard what Lu Han and Shia said, he was still surprised when he actually saw it. After all, it was too bizarre for Browning to sit here so alive.

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

   "I heard about you."

  Stone turned to Browning and said.

   He needs a certain amount of time to wait for the seal to take effect, and is not in a hurry to complete the last step.

Even if he agrees with Lu Bian's statement, Stone still retains a hint of the possibility that Daoist Heming can really bring back the people he once lost. Since Daoist Heming here says that he is real, then there is no real thing. He should also be able to master the skills of resurrecting from the dead.

   "Did you come back from the dead, or did you just occupy Browning's body, the Browning I knew before, was it you or him?"

   Stone asked.

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

   Browning replied leisurely.

   "As for the second question, I'm sorry, you probably never knew Browning. He's been me since he lived here. Wouldn't that make you feel better?"

"You once fused yourself with the silt monster, how did you do it? Since according to you, the silt monster can only simulate the personality of other people, how can you guarantee that you are still yourself at that time, not a simulated one? ?"

   Stone asked again.

   Hearing his words, Browning smiled, took a sip of the wine from his glass, and replied immediately.

   "This is the point. Although this is a reward, I'm in a good mood now, so I'll give you some hints. In an exotic world, if you want to sublimate to become a supreme existence, you must first ensure your uniqueness."

   "Uniqueness?"

  Stone was puzzled.

   "Hehe, although you have experienced a lot, you seem to know nothing about the essence of the alien world. In the alien world, you are not the only one, and anyone can replace you unless you leave your own mark."

  Browning laughed.

   "Mark?"

  Stone vaguely thought of something, he asked.

"You should listen to your companions talk about how to sublime. The essence of sublimation is to make yourself a concept. This concept can be anything, but if it is a very common thing, then you will suffer a huge amount of pollution. , because the more common and common concepts, the more extensive the pollution they carry. Moreover, most of these concepts already have masters, and you still need to contend with their original masters. If you want to get a concept that belongs to you, you must leave a mark ."

"These imprints may be legends, miracles, certain families, or even a civilization. Only at this level can you obtain the prototype of the concept, and once you get the imprint, you are a unique existence in the foreign land, and you also carry it with you. Pollution."

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

"So, the imprint I left is Daoist Heming. In the foreign realm, there is only me, Daoist Heming. Everything I leave confirms my existence. I am me and will not be usurped by any will. , and will not be robbed of consciousness by inferior existences like silt monsters."

   "If you want to be immortal, then I advise you, it's best to leave your mark as soon as possible, otherwise when you suffer too much pollution, the mark will also be polluted."

   He looked at Stone with a half-smile, as if persuading.

"As for what you want, if you can accept that it's just a shell that imitates them, accepting the fake from the appearance to the soul, then I have a thousand ways for you to achieve, in fact, to our level , such a pursuit is no longer worth mentioning.”

  Stone came across Browning, pulled out a chair and sat down.

   "But you still failed. You are bound here, and you can only survive by usurping other people's bodies. Even your own body has become your enemy."

   His words caused Browning to raise his eyebrows slightly.

"what do you want to say in the end?"

   Along with Browning's words, the surrounding air trembled slightly, and the candlelight flickered, like a giant about to be enraged.

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

   The next moment, Stone snapped his fingers.

  Browning stood up the moment he realized what had happened.

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

  Stone saw that there were countless hallucinations in front of his eyes, including his past sins, his past goodness, and those possible future pictures.

   In these scenes, Stone is either grief-stricken, or joyful, or regretful, or painful, and countless emotions flooded into Stone's consciousness in an instant. These emotions are not false, but are like real experiences.

  It seems that Stone has experienced countless parallel worlds in a short period of time and experienced such and such a life.

   But then, all the worlds, those worlds that passed over Stone's eyes like shooting stars, turned into a concentrated bunch.

The seal arranged around the house suppressed the resistance of Daoist Heming with a louder buzzer. The moment that Stone could not perceive, could not see, could not capture, was like a hand holding Browning's head. Generally, his whole person is frozen in place, his eyes are slack.

  Plop—

   Browning fell to the ground, and corpse spots quickly appeared on the surface of the skin.

  A polyhedron of Stone's indescribable shape fell in front of the portrait, reflecting Browning's black-and-white photograph.

  Chapter 2 later

   (end of this chapter)

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