Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Zhang Qiling entered the secret passage and went down the whole way. The passage began to become winding and tortuous. The Fatty and Wu Yu, whose eyesight had recovered, were perhaps anxious. The more anxious they were, the easier it was for them to take the wrong path.

Fortunately, the young man was able to use his extraordinary observation skills to discover the blood dripping on the ground, and then led Fatty and Wu Yu in the right direction.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, and there was even an indescribable fragrance. The three people who were moving forward were like being soaked in a sealed earthenware jar, and any smell was restricted by the space and could not dissipate for a long time.

Zhang Qiling's flashlight swept across the wall next to the inconspicuous spiral staircase. There seemed to be a gap of moderate size, with only a dense black mass lurking there. However, when it was pierced by the light, it grew rapidly and covered the entire ground like a vine.

So Zhang Qiling drew his sword.

The cold light of the knife blade was brighter than the light of a flashlight, and it completely illuminated the person hiding in the gap. What they saw was the person's rapidly growing hair!

"Jin Po! That's Jin Po, young man!!!" Wu Yu had obviously seen the out-of-control Huo Ling in the Golmud sanatorium, so he recognized what the hell it was at a glance.

The moment the light reflected on her, the forbidden woman began to crawl on all fours, moving at the speed of light like a wild beast.

Wu Yu and the fat man moved, but they were still no match for Zhang Qiling's speed of flying with his knife. However, the young man was still a step slow, and the tip of his knife was purposefully deflected by the man's escape trajectory and then cleverly embedded in the wall.

Before Zhang Qiling could pull out his sword and chase after him, in less than half a second, the wall began to flip instantly, and Zhang Qiling disappeared along with his sword.

The Jinpo then jumped into the gap of the spiral staircase as if escaping for her life. She didn't seem to worry at all that she would be killed at such a height. Her long hair fluttered in the air like silk threads, and many strands of hair were hanging on the handrails of the stairs. She even pulled down a lot of her scalp that was still dripping with blood.

As expected, monsters have no sense of pain.

"Brother! Brother, can you hear me!!!" Wu Yu pounded the wall frantically. His hand, which had just been bandaged, began to bleed again. A crescent-shaped palm print was left on the wall. He had no time to chase after the escaped forbidden woman.

Wu Yu may have already lost Zhang Qiling.

He could no longer accept the ending where even his brother's life or death was unknown.

The fat man held the detonator and fixed it on the wall. He used his left hand to grab Wu Yu, who was already mentally broken. "Don't worry, Tian Zhen, I won't let the little brother disappear... This wall is just a pile of tofu dregs. I'm going to blow it up and it's all over!"

I don’t know if Wu Xie was comforted or not. Anyway, Wu Xie took a few steps back. The fat man was so focused on Zhang Qiling that he didn’t notice anything for a short time.

Wu Yu was almost dazed as he lowered his head, staring at the spiral staircase.

It was pitch black below, and no one knew how deep it was. But Wu Yu looked out of focus for a long time, and when his eyes regained their brightness he finally noticed the strange feeling.

It's sobbing.

"Fatty! It's still here!! Ban..." Wu Yu's shouting voice suddenly stopped.

Even though the fat man had turned around and was running towards Wu Yu very fast, with the muscles on his face moving backwards, he still couldn't stop Wu Yu from falling with his back to the ground.

In the end, the fat man just held Wu Yu's hand tightly, squeezing it so hard that his wrist bone, which had not yet fully recovered, cracked under the heavy weight. But he still didn't let go, as if to give Wu Yu hope to hold on. Even though he was in so much pain that his face was horrible, he was still comforting him, "Tian Zhen! Don't let go! Hold on tight! Fatty, I will definitely bring you up! Trust me!!!"

It turned out that the bottom of the stairs was pitch black, not because it was unfathomable, but because the escaped Jinpo had been lurking there. So what was floating in the air was not the end of the stairs, but the Jinpo's thick, long, coiled hair!

Wu Di's torso and limbs were clamped, and the huge force pulled him down violently. The hair, like a snake with a bloody mouth, entangled and strangled the defenseless prey.

"Fatty, it didn't mean to kill me. This place and what it wants to do are just to separate us. I can take care of myself. Your hands can't bear my weight. If this continues, we will both..."

dead.

Wu Yu didn't say the last word, and there was nothing in his words that could prove that the forbidden woman was harmless, but he chose to continue lying to the fat man. This behavior was like they were unaware of the young man's good intentions, but in this subtle interaction,

Naturally,

At the most critical moment, telling a huge lie.

"It really doesn't hurt when I'm grabbed by it, Fatty, let me go. Your hand still needs to be used as a tomb raider... If it's wasted on me, I won't have peace in my dreams at night." Wu Yu tried to pull his hand free, but just as he slid down less than an inch, the fat man grunted and grabbed it even tighter, trying desperately with both hands to pull Wu Yu up.

Even though the fat man was gasping in pain, the strength in his hands kept increasing. His wrist bone was completely broken, and only the muscles inside were trying to hold it together. "Hiss... Naive... Do you think I'm as stupid as you... You can just use this trick to fool me, I don't fucking believe it!"

Hei Xia Zi listened quietly to Yan Bu Cun's words, and the more he listened, the more absurd it seemed to him.

"I didn't know that the soul cleansing ceremony was only to separate my soul from my body, so that Yan Guangxin could live in my body with peace of mind." Yan Bucun made the matter of soul exchange as simple as finding the coriander in the rice unpalatable.

Hei Xia Zi asked, "Then why did you fail in the end? Logically speaking, Yan Guangshan made full preparations and trained you for many years. There is no way he would be so kind as to interrupt the ceremony."

"You know him very well." Yan Bucun raised his eyebrows, apparently interested in Hei Xiazi's knowledge of Yan Guangshan, but he did not ask too many questions. He just turned his gaze to the green courtyard outside the window, thinking about the past in a trance, and then continued when he saw the key moment:

"Yan Guangshan never does anything without confidence, but what if a third person appears in the soul-swapping ceremony that only Yan Guangshan and I perform?" Yan Bugun turned his head back, his eyes passed over Hei Xia Zi, and finally fixed directly on the resting Zhang Qiling.

Hei Xia Zi used his body to block Yan Bu Cun's probing gaze. "The timeline you mentioned is not accurate. How long has Zhang Qiling lived? How could he appear in your story that happened more than a thousand years ago?"

"I never said it was a thousand years ago. Besides, the growth and development of our people cannot be measured by ordinary people, not to mention that they have spent a long life in that door. Time has no importance to us." Yan Bucun stood up and put the chair back in place without making any sound.

He moved closer to Hei Xiazi. If Hei Xiazi used words to shorten the distance between them and bewitch people, then Yan Bushun used his cold and wanton eyes to make people willingly captured.

This temperament, in some ways,

Somewhat like Zhang Qiling.

Yan Bucun explained, "I don't know when Zhang Qiling appeared. At that time, I was still in the physical state of a four-year-old, but in fact, my core is already over a thousand years old. I only know that Qiling might have been present in that ceremony, and that, by chance, he absorbed the other half of my soul that was expelled from my body."

"Soul? Or half?" Hei Xia Zi couldn't stop Yan Bucun from approaching. He could only watch as he took hold of Zhang Qiling's hand, which was bandaged very delicately.

Yan Bucun covered the back of Zhang Qiling's hand with his palm, "Well, I can feel that half of my soul is in his body, but it is too weak to be extracted."

"Then what should we do?" Hei Xia Zi slapped away Yan Bu's hand that was getting too demanding. The wound on his body was pulled and the corner of his mouth twitched in pain.

Fortunately, Yan Bucun warmed Zhang Qiling's hand and put it back into the quilt. "My soul is scattered in many places, and they will strengthen the soul in Qiling's body. In the end, as long as the soul is strong enough to repel Qiling, I will be able to pull it out."

"What if Qi is devoured by your soul first? And after Qi loses control, will you abandon Zhang Qiling just like Yan Guangxian abandoned you? You have been able to live safely until now, so it doesn't matter whether you have that half soul or not, right? You just saved us this time, and you ask us to work for you? Aren't you asking too much?!" Hei Xia Zi asked questions non-stop like spitting out nuclear waste.

When Hei Xia Zi was extremely angry, he smiled exceptionally brightly. People who didn't know him would think that he was really happy, but his eyes behind the sunglasses already concealed a layer of murderous intent.

Their Yan family's tomb was always destroyed no matter how their family members explored it. Now, in order to repay a favor, I'm afraid that they are going to drag themselves and Zhang Qiling to death together with him?

Yan Bucun in front of him shook his head and promised, "My half soul will not do such a thing, and I will not be a treacherous person. It's just that the soul contains the most important memory that I lack, and I must get it."

"I'm a businessman, and businessmen are cunning. Of course you may not believe me, but I promise that I will let Qi Ling survive safely. I have just transferred money to your bank card." Yan Bucun took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket and put the remittance record in front of Hei Xia Zi so that the other party could see it clearly, proving that he was not lying and really wanted to hire the other party.

"As your employer, your first priority right now is to rest and take care of your body. I am not a profiteer, and I will not force you to work hard before you have recovered."

But just after Yan Bucun finished explaining everything and was called away by one of the twins, less than two minutes later, Zhang Qiling immediately opened his eyes. He stood up without any hesitation, and his clear eyes seemed not to be captured by sleepiness at all.

Just when Hei Xia Zi was trying to find a topic to reminisce about the past and celebrate the new life, he didn't expect Zhang Qiling to stare at him and make a request that was completely different from Yan Bucun's.

"Qi, if I lose control, kill me." Zhang Qiling's face was still sickly pale, but there was no sign of weakness when he said this.

No one knows how much Zhang Qiling actually heard...

Hei Xia Zi looked at the other party. Zhang Qiling was so stubborn that he was afraid that if he didn't agree, he would kill himself if he got out of control in the future. When he saw this look, he felt like a hole was drilled in his heart, and the cold wind blew in.

After all, Zhang Qiling is a madman.

It's really possible to commit suicide.

Hei Xia Zi suppressed the urge to hug Zhang Qiling and comfort him. He wanted to tell him that we don’t have to listen to Yan Buchun, that guy is an idiot, he didn’t even ask for the chance to treat us, and then he started to make exorbitant demands on us to fight for our lives in the future, it’s not something a human being can do, he is a beast!

But when Hei Xia Zi wrapped Zhang Qiling's hands, he forgot all his troubles. He felt his heart was conquered by the quiet temperament around the other person.

Zhang Qiling seems to

I have a natural ability to calm people down.

So, he just covered the warmth that the previous person had applied to Zhang Qiling with his hand with possessiveness.

That person’s past has nothing to do with Qi. Now, the one standing next to Zhang Qiling is Qi’s father. If he wants to touch his own child, he has to see if the old man agrees!

At that time, neither of them knew that a tragic promise was being played out unknowingly in today's bright sunshine.

"Okay, then you have to promise me that you will live till the day I kill you."

What Hei Xiazi said seemed like a blessing.