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With that said, Ye Fan poked his head at the bronze slave statue with He Lianjing's face again, as if he really cared about the bronze statue's appearance behind the sunglasses:
"Speaking of which, could these really be black glasses?"
Zhang Qiling turned around and said lightly:
"No."
He looked around again and said:
"The bell is coming from the statue in front."
Hearing what Zhang Qiling said, Ye Fan turned his attention away from the bronze slave statue with He Lianjing's face, and seemed a little embarrassed:
"Brother, you'd better not look at it."
Zhang Qiling asked "Huh?" suspiciously, and looked at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan looked at the bronze general statue in front of him:
"This is weird."
Zhang Qiling said:
"fine."
"Wait for me here."
With that said, he walked forward.
For some reason, in his eyes, the faces of all the bronze slave statues became clear, but the originally clear bronze general statues became blurred.
Zhang Qiling must go to the front to see clearly.
Ye Fan behind him suddenly grabbed his arm:
"You want to see?"
Zhang Qiling stopped:
"Ah."
Ye Fan sighed, seeming a little regretful.
This made Zhang Qiling a little confused.
Ye Fan said again:
"Okay, then I'll be with you."
"Brother, don't regret it after reading it."
Chapter 281 The two of you are together, sooner or later one of you will kill the other
Zhang Qiling heard the weirdness in Ye Fan's words.
He stopped and looked back at "Ye Fan" in front of him.
"Who are you."
"Ye Fan" in front of him showed a somewhat astonished but innocent expression on his face.
Zhang Qiling narrowed his eyes, and his heart softened for a moment.
But at the same time, it was also because of this "innocent" affectation that he had never seen on Ye Fan's face that he was even more sure that the person in front of him was definitely not Ye Fan!
"I'm Ye Fan, brother."
"Could it be that you haven't woken up from the illusion?"
"Brother, what did you see?"
Zhang Qiling didn't answer any of these two questions.
He just raised his arms and placed Jing Zhe in front of him.
At this moment, Jingzhe was glowing with blue-purple light.
Seeing this, "Ye Fan" in front of him was even more astonished.
"Brother, what did you see?"
As he said, "Ye Fan" turned his head to both sides of him, as if something dangerous was hiding beside him.
Immediately, he turned back with one hand, as if he wanted to draw one of the weapons from his back.
Zhang Qiling spoke coolly and interrupted his movements:
"Use Awakening of Insects."
"Ye Fan" in front of him paused immediately when he drew the knife. He smiled meaningfully, and put his hands around his back.
Afterwards, "Ye Fan" hooked his finger at Jing Zhe:
"come on."
Jing Zhe moved in the palm of Zhang Qiling's hand, then jumped up a small arc, and landed in "Ye Fan"'s hand.
"Ye Fan" looked at Jing Zhe in his hand, and said:
"Really a good knife."
Zhang Qiling's expression froze immediately.
Awe-inspiring murderous intent overflowed from his indifferent eyes.
First, Jing Zhe didn't turn into Ye Fan's exclusive red and golden light, this person is not Ye Fan!Bayi Chinese Network
Second, Jingzhe could indeed be remotely controlled by this person with brute force. The person in front of him is not easy!
The next moment, Zhang Qiling shouted sharply:
"Jing Zhe."
"Ye Fan" in front of him immediately subconsciously clenched the hilt of the Jingzhe knife when he heard the words.
With Jing Zhe in his hand, he struggled violently.
In the past, when Zhang Qiling took back Jingzhe, this kind of situation would not happen.
Zhang Qiling frowned slightly, and flicked his arms to the side.
Jingzhe seemed to have sensed Zhang Qiling's intentions, and it struggled in a different direction.
Immediately, "Ye Fan" showed a surprised expression on his face, and he suddenly let go of the handle of the Jingzhe knife.
Zhang Qiling didn't let Jing Zhe's hilt escape from his hand, but used the blade!
Even though he already felt that he let go in time enough, Jing Zhe still made a very deep gash on his palm.
Thick and sticky blood slid down from his palm.
Jing Zhe returned to Zhang Qiling's hand, and he looked at the black blood that was dripping onto the ground in a puddle.
The heat in front of him can no longer be a completely living person.
But the blood was not completely coagulated, so he couldn't be regarded as a real dead man.
"Who are you."
"Where's Ye Fan?"
Because of being stabbed by Jing Zhe, that person was making a painful expression on Ye Fan's face.
This was also the expression of Ye Fan, who Zhang Qiling was somewhat unfamiliar with.
At the same time, he felt that this person should be damned for using Ye Fan's face casually.
But at the same time, I felt that it was really fresh for Ye Fan to make such an expression.
Zhang Qiling narrowed his eyes.
Zhang Qiling didn't want to listen to the unnecessary nonsense that the villain was talking about before he died.
If the person doesn't want to say who he is anyway, just tear off the human skin mask from the face of the dead person and see for yourself.
Zhang Qiling's eyes were full of murderous intent, as cold as ice.
In his hands, Jing Zhe emitted an extremely dazzling blue-purple light.
Holding Jing Zhe, he swung his knife sharply at "Ye Fan" in front of him.
"Ye Fan" seemed to have recovered from his unbelievable emotions at this time.
He also dodged at an extremely fast speed, barely dodging Zhang Qiling's blow.
However, Zhang Qiling's attack would not give him time to react again.
Before he could get ready again, the cold light of Jing Zhe landed in his pupils again.
"Ye Fan"'s pupils shrank for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, he reached out and tore off the human skin mask on his face, and shouted:
"You really don't remember me?"
When Jing Zhe was only a few millimeters away from him, she stopped.
In front of Zhang Qiling was an obviously old face.
The wrinkles on this man's face are extremely deep, they are no longer like ordinary old people's wrinkles, but more like they were carved out with a knife with a very small cross section.
His cheeks were deeply sunken, and he looked like an old man who had been hungry for seven or eight days, obviously malnourished.
The man took off the human skin mask and Ye Fan's wig.
His own hair is extremely long, almost hanging to the ground.
But his hair is divided into two colors.
Down the neck is black hair.
But above the neck, to the top of his head, it was gray and white.
It feels like his newly grown hair, all of which are white.
It's not like waiting for all the hair to turn gray naturally.
Zhang Qiling's Jing Zhe stayed a few millimeters above the bridge of this person's nose, and the man's two eyeballs were staring at Jing Zhe, forming a pair of eyes.
He remembered who this person was almost instantly.
This is the person who entered this underwater tomb with him back then, but died in the nave where he was judged by the bronze wall when he first arrived.
"You are already dead."
Hearing what Zhang Qiling said, the man laughed and said:
"But I'm not dead."
"Or, the person who died was not me."
The man's eyes finally shifted from Jing Zhe's body, and then he gave Zhang Qiling a look behind him, as if he was intentionally directing Zhang Qiling to see something:
"You might as well take a look, who is the person behind you?"
At this moment, Zhang Qiling already felt a line of sight from behind him.
Eerie and mysterious, yet peaceful and distant.
Zhang Qiling immediately turned his head to look at the owner of this line of sight.
And the owner of this line of sight is none other than the bronze general statue.
At some point, the bronze general statue suddenly turned to look in his direction.
And the face that he had been unable to see clearly now became exceptionally clear.
The face on the bronze general statue is Ye Fan!
Zhang Qiling narrowed his eyes, feeling a bad feeling in his heart.
He couldn't remember what the face on the bronze general statue should have looked like.
Because Ye Fan's face is placed on it, it seems to be just right!
At this time, the old man stood up faintly behind Zhang Qiling, and there were two sounds of patting cloth behind him, as if he was arranging his clothes.