In front of Stone, the expression on the face of the carefree charlatan gradually became serious, and his every move produced a certain change in temperament, which made Stone feel that the person standing in front of him was not a destitute wanderer.
Rather, he is a scholar who has seen many things.
Although there was such a weird and terrifying sound in his throat, Byron quickly closed his mouth.
He looked at Stone.
"Hello."
The voice that came out of Byron's mouth was still the same as before, but his tone was much calmer, as if even if he held a pistol to his head at this moment, the man would continue to respond without changing his expression.
"You can call me, Taoist Heming."
A smile appeared on his lips.
"Are you Taoist Heming?"
Stone frowned slightly, took out his revolver and aimed it at Byron, not believing his lies.
"Yes, I am Taoist Heming, or I used to be Taoist Heming."
Byron put his hands on the table, very relaxed, as if he was not facing Stone's gun, but his own disciples.
"I experienced a lot in the abandoned city, and finally discovered one thing, that is, the human body can never resist pollution, so I chose to abandon my body and merge with the family of the old ruler.
You must be familiar with this creature."
"Are you Byron, Taoist Heming, or a mud monster?"
Stone knew that in most cases, these sludge monsters would imitate the appearance and will of the creatures they swallowed. Except for a few cases, the will of those who were swallowed would be wiped out, and they could in turn control the sludge.
There are very few monsters.
Just like Io and Liz at that time, Stone knew very well that her ability to maintain a certain level of consciousness was a miracle that could not be repeated.
"These are all me."
Byron smiled.
"I gave up the body of Taoist Heming and merged with the family of the old ruler. Immediately, I took control of the monster and transformed into a new existence. However, some existences are not willing to witness all this."
"Some existence?"
Stone did not put down his gun, but still asked vigilantly.
"You may have heard of the old ruler who walked the earth, the real master of the waste city. That lady was not a gentle and kind being. She caused me a little trouble on the day I was completely integrated.
."
Byron said, he spread his hands as if helpless.
"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 incomplete soul could never be integrated, and I could never go any further.
"
"So, I can only continue to survive in my current appearance. Fortunately, this body is strong enough and has a lifespan that far exceeds that of humans. It can also swallow other humans to become like them. I can hide in the abandoned city and avoid that lady.
exploration."
"Is this why you came back here and wanted to hold a spiritual 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 ray of will that Taoist Heming left behind in Rainstorm Villa.
Under the influence, Browning resisted.
However, Browning died in the end. As one of the incarnations of Taoist Heming, Gothe encountered the slaughter of Taoist Heming's will in Stormy Rain Villa, and the last chess piece, Byron, woke up.
"It can dominate human will, create various illusions, and even control your body through subtle pollution. You should have experienced that feeling, right?"
Byron looked at Stone with a half-smile. Facing the black muzzle of the gun, he seemed fearless.
"Now, that will may have occupied someone's body and is looking for traces of me. Haha, he is trying to replace me and become the real [Heming Taoist], but he doesn't know that this is all the arrangement of that lady. If
Let it gain the initiative, you and your companions, you will die here on the Soul Calling Night, and even your souls will be absorbed and become nutrients."
"Why are you telling me this?"
Stone understood that no matter whether the person in front of him was really Taoist Heming, he must have a purpose for saying these words to him.
Considering that he mentioned that he was unable to sublimate due to the incompleteness of his soul, Byron's purpose was obviously to let Stone and the others get rid of his lost will.
"It's very simple. You just need to move all those paintings away and break the constraints imposed by Browning here. Then that childish will will lose its support and my strength will increase. By then, I won't need your help.
You can also absorb it back and start the true path to sublimation."
Byron spread his hands and said, as if to say that this is quite simple, just like laying hands.
"And me becoming the Old One is not a bad thing for you. You have helped me. At least, I can help you reshape some of the things you cherish."
"...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 lingering smell on Stone's body means.
"Do you know that in the body of this creature, the souls of all the deceased will never be extinguished, they will only merge into one, intertwining in the eternal and silent years."
Byron smiled.
"In other words, if I find the wreckage from that time and only need a little processing, they will stand in front of you intact, with the memories and personalities you are familiar with, and even their souls will be the same."
His voice whispered in Stone's ear, like the whisper of the devil tempting mankind to fall.
"If you can help me achieve this, I can complete this deal. Isn't this what you expect?"
Stone fell silent.
He is thinking about two things.
The first is whether the people in front of him can believe it. Of course, Stone, Heming Taoist, feels very dangerous, but for now, at least Byron has no ill intentions towards him, and he may indeed have arrived here earlier than Browning.
The ghosts staying at Stormwind Villa have indeed caused harm to the people living here.
The second question is, can he really allow the dead to be resurrected?
Is it Stone's own arrogance to revive those souls that have fallen silent 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 did not change, still stern.
The storm outside the window became more violent, and the strong wind blew the windows, making a whimpering sound like crying.