Tomb Raider: I Became the Young Master of the Crescent Hotel

After Hei Xia Zi entered the bronze door, he would naturally gain immortality. Without the evil spirit, his eyes would naturally not have any disease.

Eighty years later, Yin Qiumu, the culprit who was unwilling to devour all of Hei Xia Zi's tribe, reincarnated and separated the black shadow from himself.

After eighty years of eliminating sin, the shadow is no longer as powerful as before.

He is in hell, forever and ever, with no chance of reincarnation.

Of course, Yin Qiumu paid the price of a short life in his next life.

Hei Xia Zi fell into a coma after Yin Qiumu went back to the past. Like Li Cu, he saw his past life.

It turns out that he was the emperor of the prehistoric period, and Yin Qiaomu was his god.

The emperor was ambitious and wanted to unify the three realms.

At that time, the calamity of the Conferred Gods had not yet begun, and Yin Qiumu's mother, the Queen Mother of the West who existed when the world was first created, had not yet returned to chaos.

He was not close to heaven but to the underworld, so the little master of the underworld came to his kingdom.

Mo Wen is Hei Xia Zi’s previous life.

Looking at Yin Qiumu with fiery eyes, he arrived.

"Believers, I am the messenger of hell, Mu Lin."

Mo Wen was a capable emperor, and his ambition was restrained a lot when facing Mu Lin.

He had never seen such a pure God. Gods all have desires, but he did not.

He can hold his head up proudly, and he can also lower his head and reach out to help those in despair.

This is the real God, right? Is he really the messenger of hell?

Mo Wen looked at the sky with his dark pupils. It would be great if all gods were like this, but unfortunately they are not.

Hei Xia Zi watched Mo Wen and Mu Lin getting along, and he became more and more worried.

There was no other reason, it was because the possessiveness in Mo Wen's eyes was too great.

As expected, the innocent god was dragged into the human world and was covered in ink.

There was revelry every night in the secluded palace.

Mo Wen's plan to send troops to conquer the three realms failed. The "gods" whose interests were violated were all ferocious and wanted to execute him.

Then, the God of Fire burned the Nether Palace.

Mu Lin sighed and protected Mo Wen behind the barrier.

"You and I, the cause and effect have been resolved."

The young man inhaled the smoke and dust and fell into the palace.

When gods enter the human world and have emotions, they will also be given flesh and blood.

"No!"

Mo Wen's royal robe was as black as ink, just like his world, which was only black from then on.

Just as he was being led away from the palace by the barrier, he heard the sound of a phoenix.

Mo Wen did not see the next one because he hanged himself.

People like me will definitely go to hell.

That way, I'll see you again.

"Mo Wenyuan wishes to be condemned to hell for eternity, just to see my god."

But Hei Xia Zi saw the appearance of the phoenix after Mo Wen left.

The phoenix wailed as it rushed from the sky to the ground, transforming into the appearance of a young boy.

Hei Xiazi is very familiar with this. Isn't this the kid Li Cu? !

Master Li Qi is actually the reincarnation of a phoenix?

The whip in Yin Qiaomu's hand has the pattern of a phoenix, could it be...

It makes sense. Everything is explained.

Phoenix, Li Cu, Wang family.

The boy hugged Mu Lin and wailed in pain: "Brother! Don't leave me!"

"Don't leave me alone! Please!"

Hei Xia Zi watched Fenghuang holding Mu Lin and being buried in the sea of ​​fire.

They both woke up at the same time and looked at each other with heartache.

"Blind man, do your eyes still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It hasn't hurt for a long time."

Hei Xia Zi found that he felt much lighter and blinked his eyes.

He blinked slowly and Yin Qiaomu took off his sunglasses.

Those eyes were finally no longer gray, they now had black pupils and bluish-white eye sclera.

The pupils were shiny black, just like those in Qi Jiadane back then, shining with proud watery light.

"Blind man, look at me, what color clothes am I wearing?"

Hei Xia Zi looked at Yin Qiumu, and his eyes, which were full of vicissitudes, pain and despair, turned into worry.

He had the same expression when he was imprisoned in hell.

"you......"

"I'm fine, how are you? I'm asking you!"

Seeing that Hei Xia Zi didn't say anything, Yin Qiumu pushed him anxiously.

"Very nice, blue and white jacket, white hair..."

"It's just your eyes, it's so tiring, is it worth it?"

Yin Qiaomu smiled happily: "It's worth it!"

Hearing that oath that could change everything, he felt both happy and unworthy.

'No matter how many hardships I have endured, I will never regret the cycle of karma.'

Is it really worth it for him to have to bear the consequences of his reincarnation for generations and endure all kinds of suffering brought about by changing the world?

"Blind man, no..."

"Qijiadane, you are worth it!"

Hei Xia Zi has done so much for him, and his feelings deserve his reward.

Just these few words summarized the eighty years that Yin Qiumu spent in hell.

There was nothing else, Yin Qiumu didn't want to tell about his pain, because these black blind people knew it.