644. Uniqueness

Stone touched the revolver in his holster.

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

To Stone's surprise, he had passed by this place before without noticing at all that there was a hall at the other end of the corridor.

It seemed that changes in perception truly were impossible to guard against.

Having prepared the binding seal, Stone stood at the entrance to the hall. Inside, he saw the black coffin with its lid already pried open, Browning's black-and-white memorial portrait, and the offerings reduced to nothing but a chicken skeleton.

Uh, the last one seemed a little off.

He entered the room. The candles here burned constantly, casting a dim yellow light on the stormy evening as the gale howled outside. The wavering candlelight seemed as if it might go out the next moment, yet the dancing flames illuminated Stone's deep, dark shadow.

"You came."

A voice sounded from behind Stone.

He spun around and instinctively drew his revolver, aiming it toward the source of the voice. Then he saw Browning.

He looked like a gentleman in his thirties or forties, sitting in a chair with a glass of red wine in hand, seemingly savoring its fragrant aroma.

Stone's pupils widened slightly. Although he had heard what Lu Ban and Xiya had said, he was still shocked when he saw it in person. After all, Browning was sitting right there, alive and breathing. It was simply too bizarre.

Stone had seen Browning before. The Browning sitting here now was almost no different from the one he had known, as if he were merely an old friend he had not seen for some time.

"I've heard about what happened to you."

Stone turned toward Browning and spoke.

He needed some time for the seal to