I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

As Lily listened to Stone's words, her mood gradually calmed down.

She managed to stop trembling slightly, and the illusory, layered murmurs that had been lingering in her ears seemed to disappear, giving her a moment of peace.

This allowed Lily to calm down and think things through a bit. She glanced at Stone, a detective in his thirties who did seem reliable, unlike Lu Ban who was rough and straightforward, or Sia who had broken down the door at the beginning and was violent and intimidating.

“Mr. Browning, he was a pretty good man. I mean, he didn’t care about many details. When I was still a maid, yes, I was his personal maid, responsible for helping him change clothes, bathe, and so on. He was a gentleman most of the time, unlike what I’ve heard about some masters who like to take advantage of others.”

Lily said as she recalled.

Her speech gradually became more organized, as if her memory was slowly returning, and she could even utter some details that would be unlikely to be said under normal circumstances.

For example, she would mention that Browning had a surgical scar on his side, which was left during a gang attack.

For example, she would mention that Browning liked sweets, enjoyed afternoon tea with sweetened black tea and butter cookies, but sometimes he would also eat tea with lots of lemon slices and sour grapes.

Although Browning was quite gentlemanly most of the time, he was very rough in bed and had a certain tendency towards violence.

Lu Ban noticed that while Stone was questioning someone, his other hand was always in his pocket. Through Lu Ban's [True Vision], he could see that Stone had a magnifying glass in his shirt pocket. While questioning someone, Stone's hand kept groping on the handle of the magnifying glass, which looked like a [Silent Place] item.

"...Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Lily seemed to recall the end, she said.

"Before Mr. Browning died, he was supposed to sleep in my room, but that day he chose to sleep alone, and the next morning the servants found him dead."

Chapter 627 Had a nightmare?

According to Lily, Browning needed her to serve him every night for a long time recently, but on the night he died, he did not have her with him and went to sleep in the house by himself.

It was as if he already knew he was going to die that night.

In other circumstances, this might be considered a coincidence, but in a foreign land, and given that Browning had already been influenced by the power of the Crane Cry Taoist, it must be some kind of extraordinary interference.

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

"Sia asked."

"No... He just told me not to bother him, and he said it very seriously."

Lily answered, looking bewildered.

Are you scared?

Stone noticed Lily's gaze and asked her a question.

“I don’t know… Mr. Gao De is dead too, and we can’t leave now. Will the person who killed Mr. Gao De kill us? No, the others want to kill me too. You have to save me…”

Lily felt the whispers echoing in her ears again, and a headache struck her as she frowned.

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

Stone reassured her.

"Wait a minute, you said that other people also wanted to kill you. Why would they want to kill you? You were just a lover, you had no official status, and no right to inherit. To them, you were insignificant and could be dealt with with money."

Lu Ban suddenly said something that left Lily momentarily bewildered.

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

A sudden throbbing pain shot through her head; she clutched her head and curled up into a ball.

"Don't rush her."

Stone got up and led Lu Ban and Xia to the door.

"Her fear was likely amplified, which may have caused her to experience excessive fear and thus engage in extreme behavior."

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

"Judging from her testimony, Browning foresaw his own death, and he seemed to have some other ideas about death. The practice of summoning spirits was also part of his will. It is hard not to think that he had access to things far deeper than we know."

"really."

Lu Ban agreed.

Sia glanced at Lily, who was still trembling in the room. Her gaze was fixed on the three of them, like a child staring intently at its mother in a crowd.

"She needs to move to another room; she can't stay here anymore."

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

They all returned to their own rooms. Stone didn't take a shower; instead, he simply lay down on the bed.

He closed his eyes. The sound of wind and rain outside the window was continuous, but after a while, it became a calming background sound, like the rhythmic clanging of a train passing over the joints of the tracks, lulling him to sleep.

谷槑

Stone placed the pistol under his pillow, reached in with one hand to hold it, and lay on his side to sleep, so that if he encountered any trouble, he could immediately take out his revolver and fire.

Despite possessing extraordinary powers as a Chosen One capable of reaching the [Ascension] difficulty level, allowing him to instantly wake up and react while asleep, Stone retained this habit—a professional practice he had when he was still a gangster and a mere mortal.

Back then, the enemy could very well launch a surprise attack in the middle of the night, spraying bullets into the house with submachine guns that rattled like typewriters. If you weren't prepared, you would have been dead countless times over.

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

“They don’t believe you. They think you killed Drizzt, that you tried to kill them, and they won’t forgive you.”

"Kill them, and you can obtain the secrets of this manor on your own, the secrets of Daoist Heming, and the secrets of immortality."

“As long as we use that power, everyone here will die, and no one will know what happened. You can take the inheritance back to the ruined city. You don’t need to put yourself in danger for these people.”

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

These illusory words echoed in Stone's ears, causing him to frown and struggle slightly, but he could not wake up.

In a daze, Stone felt as if he had returned to that small room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a lit cigarette in his hand. A delicate girl was sleeping on the bed. The two of them had only met by chance, but they had inexplicably developed feelings that should not exist in the sewers of the ruined city. Stone wanted to change this dark underground world and wanted to see if there really was a sun behind the gloomy sky.

He felt as if he had entered the Godfather's office again. The imposing man used everything around him to create monsters in an attempt to gain immortality. He was cunning and manipulative, even using his own children as pawns and bargaining chips. The only thing he miscalculated was that he killed people he shouldn't have.

In a daze, Stone was back in the hospital. He was covered in wounds and had lost even the most important things. He stood at the door of Drizzt's ward. His initial intention was to take revenge on this man and avenge Liz. But when he entered the ward, the man saw him but did not attack. Instead, he chatted with him like a friend. Stone hesitated. He wavered. He decided to observe this man. This observation continued for a long time until the man disappeared and never returned.

All the memories, along with those illusory ramblings, seeped into Stone's mind, making him sometimes anxious, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, and sometimes confused.

Just then, he sensed a threat, and with a surge of inspiration, he came to his senses.

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

bang——

The bullet struck a soft, fleshy body. Stone tried to pull the trigger again, but his finger wouldn't move.

"?"

Stone was startled. He saw that his hand was being grabbed by another hand, and a finger was wedged into his trigger, rendering him unable to move.

The muzzle of his revolver was pointed directly at his temple.

The bullet was stopped by the hand gripping the muzzle, leaving a bloody mess with what looked like a few blades of grass growing in the middle.

Stone now sees his own situation clearly.

He sat on the bed, a revolver pointed at his head. The first bullet he had fired was blocked by his hand, only grazing his skin. If it weren't for the other person, Stone might have shot himself.

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

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Lu Ban smiled.

It didn't succeed on time, that's strange...

Chapter 628 The Wine Stepped On

Emma finds herself in the center of a banquet.

She forgot which banquet it was, but that didn't matter; Emma had attended many banquets, and this was just another one of them.

Sitting in her chair, holding a glass of red wine, Emma sipped the fragrant liquid and watched the banquet guests dancing gracefully. She thoroughly enjoyed the moment.

From a young age, Emma received a wealthy education. Her father, Browning, had inherited part of the family business and was already quite rich before Emma was born. Emma grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth and never knew what poverty was.

In fact, in the ruined city, it is not difficult for the rich to make money. As long as they have some savings, wealth can create wealth. For example, Browning owns some properties, which he rents out to earn income. When the properties appreciate in value, he can sell them directly. Some speculators take advantage of this and borrow or lend money from the rich to buy properties. They then use the rent to pay the interest or sell the properties after the property appreciates to pay off their debts. It can be said that they have made money out of thin air.

Emma, ​​on the other hand, doesn't need to use her brain. She just needs to entrust her money to trustworthy people, and they will naturally use it to make money.

Emma never considered what it would be like to fall into poverty.

She looked at the men in suits and ties, choosing a partner to spend the night with.

"His height is good, but I really dislike his beard. Why do men always like to have stubble and think it makes them look mature?"

"He's very good-looking, just my type, but he's way too short. Why does he act so confident?"

"This guy has a good physique and looks, but I can't say I like his drinking habits. Can't he be a little more elegant?"

"This guy is good. I haven't had a good experience with a young man like him in a long time. I hope he can give me a good experience."

With that thought in mind, Emma got up and went to the target she had chosen.

He was a young man in his early twenties, tall and not thin, with handsome features. Moreover, he had been very reserved from the beginning, unlike many guests at banquets who would boast and try to show off their opinions under the influence of alcohol.

"Such a beautiful night, and you're drinking here all by yourself?"

Emma asked.

The young man stared intently at the red wine in his glass, paying no attention to Emma at first.

Just as Emma sensed something was amiss and was about to offer a warning, the young man called out.

"I've found it."

He said.

What did you discover?

Emma asked, and she followed the other person's gaze, but the glass only contained red wine.

"It is said that the finest wines need to be stomped on by the soft feet of young girls. This red wine is of excellent quality, so it must have been stomped on by a beautiful woman."

The young man looked at the red liquid in the glass and said in a serious tone.

"what?"

Emma didn't quite understand why he was saying these things at a time like this.