Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

How should he get out this time without the balance transaction?

The red eye had disappeared. Its appearance was only the false bronze door's judgment of what Zhang Qiling might fear most, the endless imprisonment of losing all sense of time, and the fear of the authenticity of his own existence.

But after Zhang Qiling came in, his memory gradually recovered, and I'm afraid this fear can be suppressed by him. In this way, no matter what changes inside the bronze door, it will not make him feel shaken.

The three people outside the door were silent for a moment. The "twin brothers" mentioned by the fat man was just a joke. After all, no one knew whether they were really related by blood or something else.

The only sound in the air was the sound of each other's breathing. After a while, Zhang Qiling stood up and climbed up the bronze tree.

"It's very dangerous, you have to leave as soon as possible." Although Zhang Qiling said these words to show concern and reminder, under the rendering of this depressing scene, it always felt mixed with some coldness.

Zhang Qiling was still leading the way in front. Seeing this, Wu Xiao put the hot potato Ghost Seal in his hand into his backpack. Sensing that Zhang Qiling was in a bad mood, Wu Xiaogou walked towards the bronze tree with his head lowered, looking a little depressed.

Fatty noticed and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, then carefully fastened Wu Yu's climbing buckle to the rope again, and gave him a light push, "Tian Zhen, you go up first, be careful, Fatty, I'll be the backup."

While climbing, Zhang Qiling's eyes first fell on the sharp branches and leaves of the bronze tree. The sharp edges of the leaves were covered with blood that had not yet dried up and were still dripping down. Wu Mi and the fat man's clothes and faces were still stained with blood that Zhang Qiling had hurriedly wiped away after pressing on them. I don't know if it was due to psychological reasons, but it seemed that they still carried the warmth left over from that time.

The blood that could be seen everywhere was left by Zhang Qiling.

Because of the obstruction of the down jackets, Fatty and Wu Xie retracted their hands into their sleeves when they climbed up again. Their hands were not injured, only the cuffs were cut, making the place where the down had leaked out appear a little thin.

The three of them didn't dare to have any random thoughts. Without the monsters chasing them, they went up very quickly this time.

After I climbed up and stood up, I took a few steps and saw a staircase extending infinitely upwards where the flashlight shone. It seemed to have been carved out by ancient craftsmen. It looked very sloppy and some places were not flat, so you had to be extra careful when walking up.

Because the steps were a little wet and slippery, I could hear the sound of flowing water when I squatted down, subtle and slow, flowing down secretly in the gaps between the steps. If it weren't for that little reflection, I really couldn't see it.

Zhang Qiling's expression was slightly restrained, and he seemed to murmur: "We are getting closer and closer to the water source."

"Young man, are we almost at the main tomb chamber? This tomb is not big, it shouldn't be the emperor's tomb, right?" Wu Yu's observations after entering were indeed quite good.

Zhang Qiling tilted his head and nodded, "We're almost there." Then he shook his head, "It's the place for experiments."

The emperor would definitely not sleep in this crooked little tomb. After walking for a while, everyone found that this staircase seemed to have no end.

"Fatty is really like bitter herbs mixed with gall - it's so bitter! How can there be a tomb going all the way up? Shouldn't the tombs get deeper and deeper as they dig?!" He pounded his legs that felt like they were filled with lead and kept saying he was tired. He didn't stop even though he was cursing.

Wu Yu didn't say anything, he was also tired.

In fact, Wu Yu and Fatty consumed very little energy this time when they went to the tomb. Plus, they didn't need to help. They just waited for Brother and Zhang Qiling to kill the monsters, and then they ran forward to hand out food as backup.

If a fat man can cry out for being tired, then he is really tired. Wu Di's physique is obviously weaker, and sweat has already appeared on his forehead. It seems that if Zhang Qiling stops, he will immediately fall to the ground. But Wu Di's consciousness supports him to stare at the young man's back, and he himself has no intention of stopping.

Zhang Qiling felt that the pace behind him had slowed down a lot. He turned around and saw two people with bad looks on their faces. "Let's rest first." He said this because he was afraid that Wu Yu and the fat man would show off, so he leaned against the wall first.

After seeing this, Wu Yu finally lost his temper and sat on the steps regardless of how narrow they were. However, the fat man had a bigger butt, and it was obvious that the narrow steps could not even accommodate half of his butt.

[Behind the Bronze Door]

Zhang Qiling had no time to deal with a false illusion of red eyes, and the thing disappeared after realizing that it had been discovered. The environment became rare and quiet, without the roar of monsters and without any attacks.

He stroked the bronze door gently. Last time, he was able to get out with the help of the meteorite jade balance. The method of barter requires the existence of gods and believers at the same time, but Zhang Qiling will not wait in vain this time. After being imprisoned for a long time, he will not want to wait for another Zhang Qiling to appear here.

Since the fake ghost seal could trick it into opening the door, then replacing the fake one with the real one would also allow it to get out.

He couldn't use his subjective will to come up with a ghost seal. The ability to create something material must be the subconscious. If there was a real bronze door in front of him, he would rush in without fear of anything.

After his subconscious emerged, a ghost seal that was exactly the same as the real one appeared in his hand. The door suddenly opened after sensing the presence of the ghost seal. A strong wind blew in, blowing his tattered clothes and the loose hair on his forehead. The wind seemed to stop him from going out and pushed him back behind the door.

But gradually, as his steps became larger, the wounds on his body healed instantly, and his clothes also slowly returned to the state they were in before he entered the door.

Everything is returning to where it should be. Everything that is within reach is an illusion. The fake bronze door cannot allow people to take those illusions away to the real world.

So, Zhang Qiling continued to move forward despite the biting wind, but with every step he took, his memory seemed to fade away, and the pain in his brain could not stop him. He stopped in confusion only after he had completely walked out of the wind den. The fake bronze door behind him disappeared, as if all traces of it had been swept away by the wind.

The last wisp of breeze brushed past his ears. He slowly touched his earlobe with his fingertips before he reacted and fixed his gaze on the bronze tree that reached into the sky. Then he climbed up without any hesitation.

The remaining blood on the leaves attracted his brief attention, and his hands began to hurt. He then realized that his palms were covered in blood, but he completely forgot about it when he climbed up again the next moment.

"Brother, let's go. I feel like I've rested enough..." Wu Yu stood up by holding onto the wall. Although his complexion looked better, he was still tired.

The fat man looked at Wu Yu, suppressed the urge to push him to the ground again, and said half-jokingly: "Tian Zhen, your fat uncle's numb legs haven't even had a chance to catch his breath, and the situation here doesn't seem to be dangerous. Just relax and take a good rest. I, your brother, and your fat uncle are here for you!" He patted his chest firmly, blinked one eye, and made a promise.

Zhang Qiling, who was leaning against the wall, fixed his gaze on the two's faces. "It's safe, continue to rest." As he said this, his eyes slightly shifted away, and he looked at the bottom of the stairs he had just walked up with a gloomy expression.

Zhang Qiling's footsteps were light, but when a beam of light shone up, Wu Yu and the fat man realized that something was wrong.

"Someone is coming up!" Wu Yu pulled out the dagger from his waist, but paused for a moment, "Could it be...?"

This time, the bronze door did not clear the memory of Zhang Qiling that Wu Yu and the others materialized last time as it did before, but simply cleared Zhang Qiling's memory.

So when Wu Yu was about to speak but hesitated, the tears in the fat man's eyes sparkled, "It can't be 70?"

His expression clearly expressed Wu Yu's inner thoughts.

The light flashed on Wu Yu and the fat man's faces for a moment, then moved to Zhang Qiling's face, which showed a complex emotion.

Unfortunately, at this distance, Zhang Qiling could only make out that there were three people in front of him. He couldn't see their specific expressions clearly, but he could feel that neither side had any intention of attacking, so he walked forward.

The steps were steep, but Zhang Qiling walked steadily. The closer he got, the more nervous the three men became. They only dared to shine their flashlights on Zhang Qiling, fearing that they would see a face that was not what they imagined.

Finally, after the fat man carefully rubbed Zhang Qiling's face and confirmed that he was born in the 70s, Wu Yu no longer hesitated, took out a bandage and iodine from his bag and immediately asked: "70, were you injured in the bronze door?!"

Zhang Qiling obviously didn't understand what Wu Yu was doing. He let the fat man rub his face and simply answered, "I don't know."