Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

When Zhang Qiling arrived at Changbai Mountain, it was completely dark outside. He always thought of himself as a light sleeper, but for some reason, he always slept so much inexplicably when the environment was more tense and dangerous.

He seemed to be in a dream, hugging a short, malnourished child tightly. The severe pain was beating on his nerves and sweeping through his whole body, but the surroundings were not safe. Zhang Qiling looked up blankly, and the sound of wind was heard in his ears. It turned out to be countless blades, still piercing into his body.

Zhang Qiling tried to prop up his legs and stand up, but the next second, his calf was pinned to the ground by the next flying sharp blade. Hot blood kept flowing. He lowered his head unwillingly, and the child in his arms seemed to have lost all vital signs.

From the child's heart, plump scarlet jade beads continuously rolled out, mixed with his own blood, looking extremely gorgeous. Zhang Qiling didn't know whether this was reality or a dream. The only thought at the same time was to pray that the child was alive.

Zhang Qiling pulled out the knife that pierced his right hand and tried to seal the hole in the child's heart with his bloody hand.

Keep living, don't stop your heart from beating, breathe, don't let your chest stop resonating, open your eyes, please look at me again... look at this world.

Thinking of this, a scale suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Qiling. The material of that scale was beyond all his cognition. It was mixed with precious gold and dyed with a strange red, like a spot of human blood splashed on it, but it did not affect the beauty of the object itself at all.

Somehow, Zhang Qiling seemed to have grabbed this only life-saving straw. His trembling hand placed it on one end of the scale, and the last red jade bead that rolled down the child's heart flew into the air and fell steadily on the other end.

After certain conditions were met, probably conditions, Zhang Qiling thought so, and the balance disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed. He withdrew his hand and lowered his head again. The child's wound was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the red thread was mending it densely like Su embroidery. Finally, Zhang Qiling raised his head and moved his gaze to the front before the child opened his eyes.

Opposite him was a man wearing a white robe, with long hair, and was very tall, but it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman. He was holding an eternally burning lamp and walking towards him step by step, neither fast nor slow, stepping on the flowing blood of Zhang Qiling.

So, all the child saw was Zhang Qiling's thin and pale chin. He blinked slowly, not understanding why his brother was so nervous. He felt his arm being held tight by Zhang Qiling, but he was so sleepy that he could only sleep on his chest again, feeling his slow heartbeat trembling with fear...

Hei Xia Zi and Yan Bu Cun probably meant well, so neither of them woke up Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling felt like he had a dream, as if his body had been tempered and he felt extremely uncomfortable. He pushed open the car door wearily and found Hei Xiazi and Yan Bucun were still packing things up in the night. The trunk was filled with all the things, and it took the two grown men a lot of work to unpack them.

It was unclear whether it was Hei Xia Zi or Yan Bu Cun who first discovered that Zhang Qiling had woken up. Zhang Qiling, who was immersed in the night, walked over, his whole body was bright white, with sleepy eyes open, and he raised his hand to help the two share the burden.

Seeing this, Yan Bucun took off his disposable gloves, but he didn't expect that his right palm was still wrapped in a layer of gauze. However, the man didn't react at all, but just rejected Zhang Qiling's help with his clean fingertips, "Brother Qiling, this equipment has not been used for too long, it is covered with dust and dirty, please don't touch it."

When he said this, the black bear next to him was holding a flashlight to illuminate Yan Bucun, which was a rare harmony.

"Beads." Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes and stared at his palm.

It was not known whether these words were a recollection of the dream or something else, but Yan Bucun's hand shrank back. Then he put on the disposable gloves again, covering the traces of gauze, as if he was not injured at all. "The beads are in the left pocket of your down jacket. I put them away for you. Brother Qi Ling, do you want to take them out and have a look?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head and did not comment.

"Stop talking about the beads. Boss, you are so rich, why don't you buy me an extra pair of gloves? You can't be stingy just because of something like this!" Hei Xiazi shook his hands deliberately. There was a little dust on his fingertips, but judging from the color, it seemed that he had rubbed them on the slightly softened black soil.

So Zhang Qiling took a look and did not intervene in their banter. He just observed the pile of mountaineering bags. They were obviously cleaner than if they had been licked by a calf, and were even covered with a layer of dust cover. If other people were here, I wonder who they would make fun of first, whether it was Yan Bucun's deliberate targeting or Hei Xiazi's deliberate pretending of innocence?

"By the way, Brother Qi Ling, what kind of weapon do you want?" Yan Bucun patted the back of Hei Xiazi's hand, "I know a good blacksmith here."

Zhang Qiling thought carefully before speaking, "Soft blade."

"Two." He gestured again to confirm the length.

Maybe it was for some kind of self-esteem or guilt, Zhang Qiling always wanted to avoid things that were similar to the little brother. Maybe, it was just to commemorate Fu Fu, who was smiling or crying from beginning to end. Although he didn't understand, why was his feeling for Fu Fu judged?

But Zhang Qiling always felt that among the eleven people, in the end, only Fu Fu was reduced to ashes without leaving any trace. That was too absolute, so he wanted to pass on the last trace of Fu Fu's existence in the world.

Moreover, Zhang Qiling urgently needs a belief to support himself to live on, such as going to see the little brother to confirm his safety, or to continue moving forward for the sake of Fu Fu, the child...

Yan Buyun was a little stunned when he heard this, but in a short moment, he restrained all his outward emotions and agreed very straightforwardly, "Okay."

The double-edged sword was used by that child. Yan Busun knew it clearly in his mind. This aroused a lot of thoughts in him, and his memories gradually drifted away.

"Hmm? Lord Yan, why did you ask us to choose weapons? I can't even lift a wooden sword right now, let alone these things that are taller than me!"

Fu Fu complained, and stood next to a heavy sword, measuring his own height from top to bottom. Wow, he was two heads shorter than the sword.

Yan Bucun picked and chose, flipping through the things with constant clanging and banging sounds. At this time, he could bear the discomfort caused by the flying sand in the warehouse. He had been a little adult since he was a child, and the tone of his voice was very similar to Yan Guangshan's love of commanding people, "Then pick the right one, and go on!"

He threw two soft blades in a long box to Fu Fu. The child was naturally very happy to receive these light weapons.

"I knew that Brother Cun doted on me the most! Those brothers and sisters, in order to pick the right ones for themselves, always left the worst ones for us. Only Brother Cun was good to me, and he always let me do everything first, hahaha!" Fu Fu touched the two knives and couldn't let go of them.

Yan Bucun picked up a gun for himself. He heard that the outside world had entered the Republic of China period. This weapon was suitable for the times. He put the gun into the waist bag of his trousers and casually patted the dust on his hands. "You are holding the Yan family's heirloom. Don't pull it out unless it is absolutely necessary."

"Okay! How can I not believe in my brother Cun? Brother Cun is the best to me. No, he is the best!!!" Fu Fu smiled with his eyes curved, holding Yan Bu Cun's equally thin waist tightly.

That year, Yan Bucun smiled accommodatingly and rubbed his head, "Well, Brother Cun treats you the best, and will treat you better and better in the future. I will also take you to see the wild geese in the sky, the magnificent mountains and rivers, and eat the best and sweetest candied fruits in the world... I will treat you better, and we must live together."

In the thousands of years that followed, even when Fu Fu was dying, he kept his promise and did not take out the double-edged sword that was said to be the Yan family heirloom. When Yan Bucun saw that the sword was sharpened again, it was Yan Guangshan who shamelessly used a fake Fu Fu to restrain him.

"You don't want your friend to die again, do you?" Yan Guang said with his lips moving. He narrowed his eyes cunningly and pushed Fu Fu in front of Yan Bugun.

Yan Bucun could only take it, put on a smile, and pretended to be very sincere and said, "Thank you, Grandpa. Is this my doll? I will treat him well!"

The puppet Fu Fu in his arms clicked his head and blinked slowly. In the dead of night, he would always stiffen his body and limbs, and stagger along behind him, calling him by his own name, just like the real Fu Fu... and speaking loudly:

"Brother Cun! I love you the most!!!"

When Yan Bucun thought of this, he suddenly came back to his senses.

Hei Xia Zi saw that Zhang Qiling was only concerned with communicating with Yan Bucun, while he was the only one holding the flashlight, so he simply took out the green pepper and shredded pork fried rice he had prepared, prepared to heat it up and share it with Zhang Qiling.

They did not go to any hotels or B&Bs, but just stopped on the side of the road with deep mountains above them, preparing to take a final rest before going into the mountains.

Although Hei Xia Zi did not understand that Zhang Qiling was going to an appointment, he still wanted to protect the other party for a while. After all, Wu Sanxing had already prepared for him to assist Wu Yu, and it was time for the mute to go in. No link could hinder the real plan within the Nine Gates.

The flickering sparks ignited the dry branches and twigs broken by Hei Xia Zi, and also reflected a warm light of excitement on his sunglasses.

Zhang Qiling came over at this time, stretched out his hand, and roasted it on the fire from a distance. He didn't know what to say or do after meeting the young man. He didn't have the opportunity to ask the other party, or maybe he didn't have the status to ask.

The warm fire was eroding the bodies of Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qi Ling, but their hearts were gradually chilled by the wind and snow of Changbai Mountain.

The down jackets Yan Bucun brought were either black or white. When he put them on, he felt warm from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, Hei Xiazi wanted to ask Yan Bucun, why are you obsessed with Zhang Qiling? What part of the feud between Yan Guangshan and Yan Xiaonan are you involved in?

Everyone has a hundred thousand questions in their mind.

Hei Xia Zi heated up the fried rice and passed it to Zhang Qiling beside him. Zhang Qiling took it and put it into his mouth obediently. The three of them cared about each other and restrained each other. If it weren't for Zhang Qiling, Hei Xia Zi would never want to ask Yan Bucun anything, but with Zhang Qiling, Hei Xia Zi would never let Yan Bucun say anything.

He was afraid that Yan Bucun, this unstable factor, would affect Zhang Qiling.

There was a raging snow and wind in the mountains at night. Not only did they set up camp, but in the end everyone went back to the car in shame, leaving Hei Xia Zi alone outside.

Perhaps it was the influence of the dream that made Zhang Qiling feel inexplicably bitter in his heart, and the wounds on his palms and shoulders also hurt a little. Yan Bucun happened to see his ugly face in the rearview mirror, and he rummaged through his bag and threw a box of painkillers over to him.

"Brother Shuaizi, what are you doing all day long?" Heixiazi was smoking outside the car. He rarely got the urge to smoke and would only smoke when he was upset. When he saw this scene, he cursed without thinking.

The smoke from his exhalation blurred Hei Xia Zi's jaw, but his clear voice had already picked up the unfinished words in the first half of his sentence, "If you have the guts, give me the black card..."

Boss, did you hear that? This is the workers' complaint, right?

Hei Xia Zi knew that the other party had sharp ears, so his words naturally caused the beautiful woman in the car to meet his eyes.

"You're so shameless." Yan Bucun's mouth shapes were clear and silent, without using a single dirty word, but the person who was scolding was extremely angry.

Before dawn, Yan Buyun received a phone call, which seemed to be the thing he ordered was ready.

Hei Xiazi put out the cigarette butt with the sole of his shoe. Not long after, he saw a car speeding towards him. He squinted his eyes and looked at it. It was probably a strange man. The moment the car window opened, he made the same action as Yan Bucun, but with a different way of swinging the car. With a clang, a long box came down.

So he picked it up, opened it and took a look, then knocked on the window to remind the two people in the car, "Qi's knife is here, can we set off now?"

Yan Bucun and Zhang Qiling had just come back from washing up and were looking for some heating. He was a little annoyed by the feeling of being hurried, not to mention that Hei Xiazi was knocking there again, which made his mouth start to feel sour again.

"Okay." Yan Bucun thought that they could only get along for a short while, so he stopped arguing with Hei Xia Zi.

The two men did not let Zhang Qiling share too much heavy stuff. They both carried the bags and walked with their long legs, but their speed did not slow down. So when Zhang Qiling saw that they were not struggling to carry the things, he also returned to his normal pace.

He was very anxious. If he didn't need to rest, Zhang Qiling would have entered the snow mountain as soon as possible, for fear that if he delayed for a second, the young man would be in more danger.

The weight of the soft blade was somewhat different from what Zhang Qiling had imagined. He was used to holding a heavy sword, but when he picked up this new weapon, he felt it was too light. The people blown by the wind were in chaos, but they were also actively pushing them forward. Finally, they really reached that place, still that crack, still that deep stone wall.

This time, Zhang Qiling went down using a climbing rope at Yan Bucun's request. He wanted to explore the way first, so he stopped Hei Xiazi and Yan Bucun. After all, it seemed that the young man only wanted to see him.

The two blades that fell later overlapped, covering up the traces of the first one.

The first one will never be known, the second one is Zhang Qiling's single-handed action, and the third one is the scratch when the little brother was panicking and trying to save Wu Yu...

But the moment Zhang Qiling went down, his flashlight accurately shone on that person, the same angle, distance, expression, the person who used to stand there was himself in thin clothes, but the person standing there now was Zhang Qiling with a stern look.

"Brother." Zhang Qiling didn't know if it was right for him to imitate Wu Yu and the fat man.

What was terrifying was that his shout also echoed Wu Yu's loud cry. Just when he was about to shout something else, Yan Bu Cun's strong rope actually broke? It was probably because the rock wall was even more rugged.

Zhang Qiling's soft blade couldn't be embedded in the stone wall to act as a buffer. He suddenly felt that this scene was too familiar, so while falling at high speed, he shouted again, "Brother, save me."

His tone was not anxious at all, as he had already expected... Zhang Qiling would catch him steadily.

Zhang Qiling fell into the young man's arms, and at such a close distance, he could see clearly the burns on the young man's face and his long eyelashes that still concealed all emotions.

"Does it hurt?" Zhang Qiling rolled out of the younger brother's arms, fearing that he would worsen his injury.

Zhang Qiling nodded and admitted directly, "It hurts."

Maybe there is no need for any cover-up or lies between them.