I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

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

He walked into the house, where the candles were always burning, showing a dim yellow light in the stormy evening. The flickering candle seemed to be extinguished in the next moment, but the swinging flames reflected Stone's deep shadow.

"You came."

A voice sounded from behind Stone.

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

He looked like a gentleman in his 40s, sitting on a chair with a glass of red wine in his hand, as if he was enjoying the aroma of the wine.

Stone's pupils dilated slightly. Although he heard what Lu Jian and Shia said, he was still surprised when he actually saw it. After all, it was too bizarre for Browning to sit here alive.

Stone had also met Browning before, and the Browning sitting here was 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 Jian's statement, Stone still retains a trace of the possibility that Taoist Heming can really bring back the people he once lost. Since Taoist Heming here says that he is real, then there is no real thing Compared with the truth of fakes, he should also be able to master the skills of resurrection from the dead.

"Did you come back from the dead, or did you only occupy Browning's body, the Browning I knew before, is 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 slime monster is just an imitation of the past."

Browning replied leisurely.

"As for the second question, I'm sorry, but you may never have known Browning. He has been me since he lived here. Does 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 only simulates the personality of other people, how can you ensure 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 in his glass, and replied immediately.

"That's the point. Although it's a reward, I'm in a good mood now, so let me give you some tips. In a foreign land, if you want to sublimate to become the supreme existence, you must first ensure your uniqueness."

"Uniqueness?"

Stone was puzzled.

"Hehe, although you have experienced a lot, you seem to be ignorant of the essence of the foreign land. In the foreign land, you are not the only one. Anyone can replace you unless you leave your own mark."

Valley snail

Browning laughed.

"Mark?"

Stone vaguely thought of something, he asked.

"You should have heard from your companions 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 yourself will suffer a huge amount of pollution , because the more common the concept, the more extensive the pollution it carries. Moreover, most of these concepts already have owners, and you still need to contend with their original masters. If you want to obtain a concept that belongs to you, you must leave a mark .”

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

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

"So, the imprint I left is Taoist Heming. In the foreign land, there will only be Taoist Heming. Everything I leave proves my existence. I am me and will not be usurped by any will. , let alone being robbed of consciousness by inferior existences like silt monsters."

"If you want to ascend to Immortality, then I advise you, it is 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 is just a body that imitates them, accepting the fakes from the appearance to the soul, then I have ten thousand ways to make it happen for you, in fact, at our level , such a pursuit is no longer worth mentioning.”

Stone came across from Browning, and he 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 made Browning raise his eyebrows slightly.

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

Following 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 spread silently among the clouds, like a grand pantomime.

The next moment, Stone snapped his fingers.

The moment Browning realized what had happened, he stood up immediately.

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

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

In these scenes, Stone is either sad, angry, happy, regretful, or painful. Countless emotions flood Stone's consciousness in an instant. These emotions are not false, but just like real experiences.

It's as if Stone has experienced countless parallel worlds and experienced such and such a life in a short period of time.

But immediately, all the worlds, those worlds that flashed across Stone's eyes like meteors, turned into a concentrated bunch.

The seals arranged around the house suppressed Taoist Heming's resistance with even louder buzzing. The moment that Stone could not perceive, cannot see, and could not capture was like a hand holding Browning's head Usually, he freezes in place, his eyes are loose.

thump--

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

A polyhedron of Stone's indeterminate shape fell in front of the portrait, reflecting Browning's black and white photographs.

Chapter 2 later

===645. I saw you in my dream===

The moment before his palm touched Lu Lian, Byron suddenly stopped.

"Have we met somewhere?"

Byron still kept his indifferent smile, and he asked.

"Maybe, maybe it was a dream."

Lu Jian answered easily.

"Ah, in my dream, I saw you in my dream, how sweet your smile is..."

And sang a little bit.

Hearing Lu Jian's singing, Byron twitched the corner of his mouth.

He leaned closer to Lu's ear and whispered softly.

"I have heard the melody of this song."

Hearing this, Lu Jian also whispered to Byron.

"So, we are fellow villagers."

The next moment, Lu Jian's hand grabbed Byron's hand.

But faster than that, Lu Trip's hand swelled up.

Like an over-inflated balloon, starting from the arm, Lu Yi's whole body began to wriggle and twist, as if being inflated by something.

In an instant, Lu Lian's stomach swelled and burst, and the internal organs poured out, bursting like blooming flowers.

Byron wanted to back away at the first moment, away from Lu Lian, but that hand, like a ghost, stretched out towards Byron and grabbed his arm.

"caught you."

There was a weird smile on Lu Lian's swollen face, even if Byron saw it, he still felt creepy.

A ray of light bloomed on that hand, and as the light spread, Byron's next door became immobile, turning gray-white as if faded.

petrochemical.

It only takes one look to see that Byron, who has become a monster of ooze, is now becoming a real stone.

Byron tried to struggle, but the speed of petrification spread far beyond his imagination. In a moment, he had completely turned into a stone, a lifelike sculpture.

Lu Jian looked at Byron who had turned into a stone statue, and always felt a little familiar.

After thinking about it briefly, he realized that this was very similar to Jiang Chengshan's situation.

Those Fang Geng's family members turned into lifelike stone statues, and when Fang Geng was about to recover, they turned back to their original appearance, slaughtering human beings.

Maybe Byron has just been petrified now, and if he uses some means to remove the influence of the spell, he can return to his original appearance.

"At least he can't move now."

Lu Jian said, and immediately, his whole body melted.

In the past, Lu Jian, in such a situation, might have almost died, and there was no way to avoid a round of grass.

But now, Lu Jian can quickly deal with such a situation.

A mere fatal injury, as long as the body is melted and then recast.

After just a few minutes, Lu Jian condensed into a human form again.

He knocked on Byron's forehead with a dull voice.

"solid."

He came to a conclusion.

"What shall we do now?"

Lu Jian looked back at Shia.

Shia's expression was a bit complicated.

She didn't expect that Lu Jian would undergo a little qualitative change after such a few days of absence.

Even when she saw Lu Jian melting and reorganizing just now, Shia felt that her sanity was almost lowered.

"Moving to Stone's side?"

Shia thought for a while, raised her hand, and raised the heavy stone statue of Byron.

When the two came to the mourning hall, they saw the empty coffin and Stone holding an irregularly shaped stone in his hand.