Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Perhaps Zhang Qiling didn't know that in Hei Xiazi's eyes, he was originally a monster. There are many people in the world who look similar, but if they are similar in every way, it is not just a coincidence.

"You are very smart, smarter than I thought. Unfortunately, I don't like smart people." The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the car carrying Zhang Qiling.

This was a completely opposite preference to Yan Guangxian's later one, but at that time Hei Xia Zi just thought that the other party was quite interesting. He took out the detonator in his arms and twirled it around like a pen, not afraid at all that an accidental explosion would cause his mission to fail or Zhang Qiling to die.

This was probably the first time he disobeyed his employer's orders. Hei Xiazi played with him in a naughty way. Well... it's been too long, I can't remember clearly, maybe it wasn't the first time.

"Thank you for the compliment, boss. I also think I'm quite smart. This is the first time I've met a boss like you who doesn't like smart people. However, I'm not curious about your preferences. As an employee, isn't it normal for me to want to know your name?"

Hei Xia Zi didn't know whether what he said was true or not. He stretched his legs lazily until the soles of his shoes touched the wooden cabinet on the front desk, and then he stopped.

His attitude made him look more like an improper worker who would tease others with the tip of his shoes. However, he could do that kind of thing as long as he had money.

In fact, the old man could lie. Anyway, Hei Xia Zi himself couldn't tell the truth from the false in a short time. But he stared at Hei Xia Zi's cynical look and was concerned about Zhang Qiling, who was the most indispensable person in the plan. Finally, he said lightly, "Yan Xiaonan."

"Oh, it doesn't sound very nice." Hei Xia Zi did not comment.

Yan Xiaonan thought he had escaped Hei Xiazi's barrage of questions, but he stood up, put down the detonator, put his face close to him, and asked with a smile, "What's your relationship with the mute in the car?"

"Chess piece." Yan Xiaonan refused to say more, and smoothed down his long beard. "You asked so many questions, why don't you leave?"

Hei Xiazi raised his eyebrows, but unfortunately the stool under his butt had no backrest, so he couldn't sit too comfortably. He wanted to rest his hand behind his head, but he changed the arc and stretched his body casually instead. "Didn't you say I'm smart? I already knew that you had sent Wu Yu and the others back to Hangzhou. I didn't expect that I also knew everything about you."

"Sure enough, I hate working with smart people." Yan Xiaonan snorted coldly.

Zhang Qiling felt a pain in his chest while sleeping. It turned out that he had fallen on the gear lever. In fact, he had known for a long time that Hei Xia Zi had ulterior motives, but he had nowhere to go. It was better to stay with someone he could trust than to live in this unfamiliar world.

He did not stand up rashly, but a closed chamber was formed inside the car. He could only hear the nearby traffic, the travelers hurrying by, and a few young children playing snowball fights, which made the windows all over with snowballs.

He leaned sideways and listened for a long time. Hei Xia Zi was really gone, at least not next to him. Perhaps Zhang Qiling would also sigh that he should not have trusted a stranger, who could bring him such a big surprise and a brand new life.

Until Hei Xia Zi's back leaned against the car door, and a pile of sunglasses inside his leather jacket clattered against each other, Zhang Qiling tilted his head and saw Hei Xia Zi's profile outside the car from inside.

The other person was lighting a cigarette, and the swirling smoke almost blurred his face, making it impossible for Zhang Qiling to see clearly.

I don’t know what Hei Xia Zi had just done, but his loneliness was clearly seen by Zhang Qiling. It was not until Hei Xia Zi opened the driver’s seat that he found Zhang Qiling lying on the gear lever with his back facing him.

Zhang Qiling was like a child stirring in his sleep. Hei Xiazi couldn't help but put out his cigarette butt, threw it on the ground and crushed it, then gently helped Zhang Qiling up with his hands that smelled of tobacco.

He pushed Zhang Qiling back to the back seat and diligently sorted out the sundries in the back, mostly pots and pans, and fried rice with green peppers and pork, and put some of them in the trunk to make more space for Zhang Qiling to lie down.

Hei Xia Zi was so meticulous that even Zhang Qiling, who was pretending to have never woken up, felt flattered. It was unknown how much time had passed, but every time Hei Xia Zi went out, it was as if he had been possessed by another spirit.

The attitude towards myself is much better than the coercion and inducement at the beginning.

Hei Xia Zi returned to the driving seat and started the car. In the inner pocket of his leather jacket, there was a piece of kraft paper folded into a square. Now, this piece of paper had been pasted on the notebook by Hei Xia Zi.

This thing should have appeared in the original timeline, but Hei Xia Zi probably just remembered it at the last minute and hurriedly put it together.

The content inside was actually written with a brush. The handwriting was as majestic as a mountain and extremely grand.

[Zhang Qiling is the god worshipped by the clan. Please send him to where you need him. Before that, you will not be able to know everything you want. When you get there, I will tell you the whole story.

Also, take good care of him along the way and don't let him lose too much blood. He is the most important part. If you disobey me, I know how to deposit money into your card, and I will also let you know how I destroyed your huge fortune. 】

Hei Xia Zi has always obeyed threats of money. He really despises this old guy for using such despicable tactics.

He used the rearview mirror to observe Zhang Qiling from time to time. He really didn't know how this mute could attract the attention of such a big shot. Even Hei Xiazi himself couldn't figure out what Zhang Qiling was, or whether he had any connection with the real mute.

So, Hei Xia Zi followed Yan Xiaonan's wishes. When he was in Laoai Mountain, putting a human skin mask on the sleeping Zhang Qiling, the phone that had been disconnected even by Wu Yu automatically received a call from Yan Xiaonan. The voice on the other end sounded old, but still powerful, "Are you here?"

"We're here. People are asleep again." Hei Xia Zi moved outside the yard. The sky outside was covered with a red line, and it was impossible to tell day from night. The darkness actually suited his eyes, and he could see every slight movement clearly.

Yan Xiaonan was silent for a long time, and seemed to be listening carefully to what Hei Xiazi was doing. When he was sure that there was no one else around Hei Xiazi, he spoke, "The person in charge of the village is my brother Yan Ran, and he should be called Yan Guangshan now. Zhang Qiling is the sacrifice he wants to suck blood from. I need you to send Zhang Qiling to him, but you must do everything you can to protect Zhang Qiling's life. He cannot die."

"Boss, you want me to send someone into the tiger's mouth and then snatch food from the tiger's mouth? I really don't understand what you are thinking." Hei Xiazi really couldn't understand why he had to give and take at the same time, making it even more troublesome, when it was obvious that the problem could be solved by dealing with the source, making it impossible for Yan Guangxian to snatch Zhang Qiling away, or Zhang Qiling never coming here again.

Yan Xiaonan explained, "I have already dealt with Zhang Qiling. His blood has little effect on Yan Guangshan now. In fact, he may even become the poison that kills Yan Guangshan."

"Deal with it? What's the effect of the aromatherapy that has made Zhang Qiling sleepy these days? Can't you tell me everything at once?" Hei Xia Zi suppressed his anger, fearing that he would wake up Zhang Qiling in the room.

Perhaps it was because it was rare for him to talk so much with outsiders, Yan Xiaonan was actually a person who was very willing to chat, "I guess Yan Guangshan will use the mandrake flower tomorrow. The flower that makes people sleepy is contrary to the aromatherapy effect that Zhang Qiling was exposed to today. It will form a toxin and invade his blood in a short period of time. However, after half a month, this toxin will gradually be excreted according to metabolism."

"Do you want Yan Guangshan to believe that Zhang Qiling's blood has no effect on him and let Zhang Qiling go?" Hei Xiazi guessed most of the process. "Then is Yan Guangshan or Yan Ran your brother? Can you two not involve innocent people when you hurt each other?"

In their daily interactions, Hei Xia Zi has involuntarily acknowledged that Zhang Qiling is an independent individual, and his concern and love are obvious.

His Qi should not become a pawn or a tool dominated by others. After coming here and walking to this place, he felt that he had regretted it too many times. Unfortunately, there is no possibility of turning back now.

At this time, an owl was perched on the eaves, cackling non-stop. Hei Xia Zi raised his head and focused his gaze. He had already attracted the attention of Yan Guangxian and even the entire village. The arrow was already on the crossbow, and it was ready to be fired as long as he pulled the trigger. It could not be disassembled or replaced.

The roles in the script have been decided, but Hei Xia Zi would rather be the chess piece being moved.

The man on the other side sighed, "You are right, but the feud between the three of us needs an extremely certain event to end. Yan Ran is my younger brother, my only biological brother. This matter from beginning to end is all my fault. I am sorry to Zhang Qiling, and sorry to every... Zhang Qiling."

Zhang Qiling sat on the stool, blinked, turned his head, and found that Hei Xia Zi had gone out again. The night was quiet, and the door panel creaked in the cold wind. The gap was wide open, enough for the wind to carry the voices of others.

He may have heard his own name, but he did not come forward. He just sat on the stool with his head down. It seemed that everyone had a lot of secrets. Some people wanted to share them to relieve their problems, while others spent their entire lives hiding them in obscurity.

Zhang Qiling paused as he was spinning the red jade bead, and finally stopped on the creature that was constantly swimming inside. His attention was drawn to it, and his single-minded mind couldn't think about many things at the same time. It seemed that being stupid would make him live a happier life. At least, he didn't have to know so many terrible truths.

"I'm sorry to him... I'm sorry to Zhang Qiling, and I'm even more sorry to my brother. That's the curse I created, the sin I committed... I won't be able to make up for it in my entire life..." Yan Xiaonan, a grown man, said such words, and Hei Xiazi felt it was very corny.

Hei Xiazi's empathy was not strong, and even the tone of his question was full of undisguised indifference, but his words were very tender and soothing, "Boss, tell me in detail, I am willing to be your tree hole."