Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Fortunately, this temporary resting place also provided disposable toiletries, so Zhang Qiling washed up first and left.

Hei Xia Zi wiped the dusty mirror in the bathroom and saw himself in it: black sunglasses, leather jacket... He turned on the faucet and washed the dust off his fingertips again.

He knew very well that he could not appear in the village in such an eye-catching and distinctive outfit.

So he walked out, first picked up a few relatively clean clothes discarded by the previous owner from the inner room, then went to the living room, lay on the floor, put a towel in his hand, and reached inside for something in a rare display of mysophobia.

The original color of the sofa could no longer be seen. It seemed that Hei Xiazi had only stayed here before and had never really lived here. He casually pulled out a small box from under the sofa and handed over the shiny green cotton jacket. "Qi, put on this first. I'll make you a human skin mask later and then we can go out."

As Hei Xia Zi said this, he was fiddling with the box. His hand, which had been raised for a long time, felt a little sore. Then he realized that Zhang Qiling had no intention of taking it.

He stood up, choked by the dust and coughed a few times. When he took a quick look, he found that Zhang Qiling had fallen asleep again. He was thinner than Heixiazi, and the leather jacket that belonged to Heixiazi seemed a little big for him.

Zhang Qiling looked very well behaved sitting on the hard wooden chair. Because the chair was close to the side of the table, the flickering candlelight above cast a red glow on the right half of his face. His eyelashes were long, and his skin and bones were very perfect.

But Hei Xia Zi had no artistic appreciation, and taking advantage of Zhang Qiling's current obedience, he gently lifted his chin and prepared to paste on the materials for the human skin mask.

Zhang Qiling's nose bridge is naturally high, so Hei Xia Zi can only use it to coordinate. After attaching the entire material to his nose, he will cut off a part of it.

His fingertips slowly smoothed the depression, making Zhang Qiling inconspicuous and ordinary. Although Hei Xiazi knew that his movements were so gentle for the first time, he never expected that the other party would really sit still and let him do it.

Fortunately, Hei Xia Zi didn't think too much about anything else. He pressed his fingertips on Zhang Qiling's beautiful eyebrows and eyes. His hands slowly adjusted the outer corners of his eyes, making them more droopy and older. He then applied a layer that was neither thin nor thick, and then used a ruler and other tools to add some old wrinkles. Finally, he used a brush to sweep a few dark circles under his eyes.

In this state, Hei Xia Zi is actually more suitable to be a makeup artist. With his extraordinary appearance and meticulous techniques, he should be able to make a lot of money.

It was not until Hei Xia Zi's fingertips brushed Zhang Qiling's lips that he suddenly felt a burst of heat coming from the other party, and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

And the pair of eyes that met his were again,

Eyes that belong only to “him”.

"Oh, I came at an inopportune moment." Yan Guangxian licked his lips that had just been lightened with powder by Hei Xia Zi. Although the upper half of Zhang Qiling's face became ordinary, it did not affect his charming smile. Temperament is something that is really hard to change.

Hei Xia Zi didn't respond. Now he was completely sure what the fever was just about. It turned out that that thing came back again.

Yan Guangshan, who was called a toy by Hei Xiazi in his heart, coughed a few times with a reserved look on his face, and acted coquettishly in an extremely pretentious tone: "Sorry~ I disturbed my interest~ How about I change it back and try it?"

He bit the words "blind brother" and "interest" very heavily, and there was a lingering feeling when they rolled out between his lips and teeth, which was obviously intentional.

"Oh my god, you are really sick!" Hei Xia Zi seemed to be disgusted and quickly pulled his hand away.

As an "old father" who has been captured by Zhang Qiling's stupidity, he cannot accept at this moment that his originally docile son has turned into an undisciplined and nonsense hooligan.

"Why are you swearing again?! I didn't say you molested me! I'm already very magnanimous!" Yan Guangshan looked angry, like an animal with its fur standing on end. He pointed at the "unfaithful man" Hei Xiazi who had just bullied him and refused to admit his mistake, but his momentum dropped sharply the moment he stretched out his hand.

The hands he stretched out turned out to be two hammers wrapped in bandages, which had no attack power at all. Yan Guangshan was almost mad at him, "My lifelong reputation has been ruined by you!!!"

Yan Guangshan howled, and Hei Xiazi seemed to have noticed the similar crying performance, and stepped away from him as if avoiding the plague, "Fu Fu, that little bastard, cries so miserably every time, didn't you teach him that?"

Yan Guangxian, who was crying so hard, was stunned, as if he suddenly thought of something, "By the way, where did that guy put my bottle? Where is my bottle? Where is the bottle!" He paced back and forth, turning over the bags on the ground like crazy, and many times he couldn't open his eyes because of the strong smell of formaldehyde and the stench of corpses.

Fortunately, he finally found the water bottle containing Fu Fu's ashes before he was about to vomit. He held it tightly in his arms, reluctant to let go, as if he had regained a lost treasure.

"I thought you really didn't care about him." Hei Xia Zi watched his crazy actions and complained.

He didn't stop Zhang Qiling at all before, and he didn't say goodbye to Fu Fu formally afterwards. Isn't it a bit late to pretend to be affectionate now?

Yan Guangxian wanted to say something and opened his mouth, but his body fell backwards out of control. Hei Xiazi quickly grabbed one of his clubs and pulled it. Even through the thick gauze, Hei Xiazi could feel the other person's cold touch. His body temperature dropped sharply, like a piece of cold jade that was emitting coldness on its own.

Hei Xiazi urgently pulled down Yan Guangshan's eyelids with his hands. His pupils began to dilate, as if he was about to die.

Is it going to change?

"Qi..." The speaker was Zhang Qiling. He used the strength of Hei Xiazi's hand to support himself and stand steadily. Hei Xiazi withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and felt his fingertips were painful from the cold.

Zhang Qiling stood there, his eyes returning to normal after a while. His silence made Hei Xiazi nervous. He wanted to ask Zhang Qiling what state he was in when he lost control of his body, but he rarely knew how to start. "What's wrong?"

"If you lose consciousness, you will change." Zhang Qiling realized the key point of the switching of the two people's souls, and now his eyes were particularly clear when he looked at Hei Xia Zi.

He said confidently, "Even when you sleep, you will change."

Whenever the soul that occupies a body loses consciousness, another soul will take over the body. Zhang Qiling has obviously understood and mastered this point faster than Yan Guangshan. He told Hei Xiazi,

"If it changes, just knock me out."

Looking at the return of his own child, Hei Xiazi really felt like crying this time. The child would not be lost, he would go home...

"It will hurt. Do you think I, Xia Xia, will really hit you?" Hei Xia Zi knew that if he really faced that scene, he would definitely not be able to do it.

Zhang Qiling shook his head.

"That's not me, so it's okay."

Hei Xia Zi would definitely not do as Zhang Qiling said. After all, wouldn't that be equivalent to harming Zhang Qiling's body?

But the appearance of Yan Guangshan unexpectedly reminded Hei Xiazi of a little fun thing. "You said that the Fu Fu I saw could control the red line, which proves that someone must have taught him, right?"

Zhang Qiling nodded.

"And the only one who has had long-term contact with Fu Fu is Yan Guangxian. Does he also have the ability to control the red line?" Hei Xia Zi asked.

"I don't know." Zhang Qiling answered honestly.

"Don't you think it would be more fun if we let those corpses walk? It's not impossible to let that guy come out when necessary?" Hei Xia Zi pinched his face and changed his expression. He didn't want Zhang Qiling to keep worrying about changing someone to knock him out.

"He can be a sharp blade or a chess piece." Hei Xia Zi hopes that while Zhang Qiling will be wary of Yan Guangshan, he should not forget that Yan Guangshan will not be the one who takes the initiative. After all, the body belongs to Zhang Qiling.

But Zhang Qiling's eyes suddenly became empty. Hei Xiazi, who had been giving himself a lecture in his heart, had a bad feeling. It turned out that Yan Guangxian came to snatch the body again.

Yan Guangshan said cheerfully: "Can you please avoid me next time you plot..."

Hearing this, Hei Xiazi's face twisted. No, who would have thought that this thing could hear him talking? !

Staring at the black blind man who was good at changing his appearance, his eyes could always see many things that ordinary people could not see. It seemed that he had somehow glimpsed the game between the two consciousnesses in Zhang Qiling.

This was the first time that Hei Xia Zi saw a person's soul consciousness struggling repeatedly, and it was difficult to distinguish between them. In the end, a strange scene was formed, that is, Zhang Qiling's eyes turned black and red.

The two consciousnesses began to speak in competition with each other.

"Get out." The cold person was Zhang Qiling.

Before he could shut up, another voice came out, "But blind brother likes me~ What if I go out and he's sad? Woo woo woo..."

The black blind man who was slandered stared deeply into the single scarlet eye and said, "I advise you to shut up, or I won't give you a chance to come out. Every time you come out, I will knock you out."

The final scene can only be that Zhang Qiling is forced to blindfold himself together with Hei Xia Zi. His own eye cannot see clearly under the cover of the black cloth. When he goes to the coffin shop to buy a coffin and suona, it is easy to bump into the corners.

When Yan Guangshan was in control, this person seemed to be unaffected by his sight and was able to walk forward with big strides. After much consideration, Zhang Qiling "currently" agreed to let the other party control his body.

"How do you see the road?" Hei Xia Zi's vision was unobstructed, entirely because of his personal physique, but he couldn't understand what was going on with Yan Guangshan and Zhang Qiling.

The two of them are now at a critical point, like a mixture of oil and water, which automatically separates but can also be properly integrated into a container.

Hei Xia Zi deliberately gave Yan Guangshan a piece of opaque black cloth, but until now Yan Guangshan has not been holding on to anything, and he walks more normally than himself.

Yan Guangshan's voice sounded like a smile, and he only said two words: "Secret".

Unexpectedly, not long after the coffin-carrying ceremony began, the two men, one soul, ten corpses and a small box of ashes ran into the iron triangle who had arrived.

Yan Guangxian was still trying to provoke them.

"I said, if you get out of control, I will knock you out directly." It didn't hurt when Hei Xiazi's suona hit the top of his head. Although punishment was Zhang Qiling's idea, Hei Xiazi didn't intend to hit him so hard.

But in fact, he knew that if no one dared to teach Yan Guangshan a lesson, this guy without humanity would become more difficult to control, and the chess piece still had to be restrained by something he cared about.

Before setting out, Hei Xia Zi hollowed out a pocket watch pendant, put Fu Fu's ashes in it, and hung it on his chest as a blatant threat.

But does Yan Guangshan really regard Fu Fu as a family member?

Yan Guangxian looked at the silver pocket watch on Hei Xiazi's chest from time to time. The watch shone with an ancient light. He knew in his heart that it might just be a possessive desire for the object.

But in fact, even Yan Guangshan didn't understand himself, but Zhang Qiling saw through the thoughts of this old fox Yan Guangshan. No matter whether he was sincere or not, at least because of Fu Fu, Yan Guangshan did not lose the last bit of humanity.

Hei Xia Zi indeed made the right bet on this point.

When the two guys' memories were shared again, Zhang Qiling saw Hei Xia Zi's back. Even at such a close distance, he could realize that Hei Xia Zi's technique this time was extremely superb, without any flaws, and it was so perfect as if it were real.

Zhang Qiling was able to confirm with that deadly aura that he was definitely not in the wrong place, and that he was definitely seeing everything from Zhang Qiling's perspective.

In the sight of the girl in the chive flower jacket,

Looking at all this,

See what he sees and feel what he feels.

After Zhang Qiling was freed from the control of his body, his consciousness still resided in his eye. He wanted to keep looking at Wu Di and the others, but he was forced to turn his head back. However, this time, his sight suddenly turned to Wu Di and the fat man.

Very close... so close that he could feel himself pulling at the sleeves of Wu Mi and Fatty as they tried to move forward.

How long has it been since he felt this way?

Once upon a time, Zhang Qiling thought that he could only peek into the other person's pain, but he didn't know that every time they shared memories, it was a great happiness that was visible but could never be obtained for Zhang Qiling.

Switching perspectives and sharing memories, what is the medium?

Zhang Qiling wanted to say it was that person's pain,

And Zhang Qiling wanted to say that it was that person’s happiness.