Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Zhang Qiling was walking along the route where he had discovered the Yunding Palace before. In fact, he might not believe that the bronze door that Zhang Qiling entered was real.

If he had to choose a guardian, Zhang Qiling would definitely choose another door.

And that was the fact. He was so eager to let Zhang Qiling delay Wu Yu and others and move quickly just for this moment. But now, his urgency had dissipated a lot, only because he had to take care of Hei Xia Zi's injuries.

The reason why he took Hei Xia Zi away was simply because he had been looking for someone with Wu Xie and Fatty during this period of time, and it was impossible for him to meet Hei Xia Zi.

What Wu Yu and Fatty believed was that the person being followed by Hei Xia Zi was Zhang Qi Ling. But now he had left the sight of Wu Yu and Fatty and turned back into Zhang Qi Ling. In fact, he no longer needed Hei Xia Zi.

Therefore, as Zhang Qiling who needed to guard the bronze door, he did not want others to follow him in and wade through the dangerous road again.

"Let's go." Zhang Qiling didn't look back when he spoke, but suddenly took a step forward. He didn't swear when he was chasing people away. If you didn't know, you would think that this sentence was asking the other party to follow him.

But how could Hei Xia Zi not understand Zhang Qiling?

Hei Xia Zi opened his mouth and wanted to answer Zhang Qiling, "Mute, you have no one to support you now and you are taking risks alone. Do you think I, a blind man, am the fool Wu Yu and that I should believe everything you say?"

I know your mission very well, so next, I know that what you need most is to walk with others, rather than classifying all so-called friends as irrelevant people.

You can't abandon me, you absolutely can't.

But no matter how much he wanted to speak, all he could utter were those ugly roars. Hei Xiazi felt that his current injury was not just caused by the blood...

Hei Xia Zi touched his neck with his left hand in annoyance. He didn't feel anything just now, but now it seemed like something was pulled. After he pulled it off, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck as if blood and flesh were flying. But after Hei Xia Zi touched it for a while, he found that there was no wound on his skin.

He simply shifted his attention to the palm of his hand. The red line was bent due to the entanglement. The way it was wrapped around the neck was a bit like the blood bait line used to lock ghosts in some ancient feudal superstitions. It was usually used to record the movements of the person being entangled, and could be considered a tracker.

Hei Xia Zi couldn't help but think as he walked, was this done by Yan Guangshan or Yan Bucun? It seems that Yan Xiaonan didn't show the ability to control the red line...

But after a while, Hei Xiazi made another tentative sound. Wow, he can finally speak!

Then he quickened his pace, walked forward and pulled off the hood of Zhang Qiling's down jacket.

Zhang Qiling's beautiful black hair and frozen red ears were exposed. When he felt the cold wind, he did not shiver at all. He only turned back when he felt Hei Xia Zi's firm attitude.

"I won't leave." Hei Xia Zi finally spoke fluently, "There's a group of people on Qi's side that I'm worried about. Besides, you're still alone. You think you're strong enough and you can fight your way in with your own strength, but now, this is no longer just the door you want to protect.

In the past, did so many people come here? What forces brought them here? Don’t you know, as smart as you are? "

Zhang Qiling watched Hei Xiazi open his mouth and spit out white steam, and finally answered, "Understood."

His memory was quickly pulled back to the corridor under the ancestral hall of Laoai Village.

When Zhang Qiling was smearing blood and setting fire, the terracotta warriors in the corridor suddenly started jumping wildly. If they were an outsider, they might think that they were afraid of fire.

But Zhang Qiling suddenly retracted the knife he had extended, and saw a pale and sickly white hand behind the terracotta figure pry open the objects that were blocking the way and gently waved them aside.

The bright and clear eternal lamp was held by the man in white robe. The hazy light made the man look particularly gentle, like a white fox in disguise. But when Zhang Qiling looked closely, he found that there were layers of protruding veins on the man's face, as if he was poisoned.

The man smiled and ordered the terracotta warriors to form two rows, all standing against the wall. Then he turned around and looked at Zhang Qiling with a cold face.

"The same...fake god?" the man said.

Zhang Qiling felt that this was a human being, and that he had no intention of killing. However, the oppressive feeling from the other party was so strong that he could not feel the joy of surviving a calamity. When he looked at the person with a puzzled look, he looked like an ignorant animal.

The man received this kind of gaze and suddenly smiled strangely with his head tilted. However, although the corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes were full of scrutiny, which made people feel very sick. For some reason, he rejected his original words.

"No, you are the real one." The man said, "But you are not the one I am looking for."

Zhang Qiling had no idea what this man meant by his words, but he could tell that maybe the other party didn't want to trap him, so he took a step forward and prepared to leave.

The man seemed to have expected this kind of reaction from him. He just stared at Zhang Qiling's back and suddenly said, "To me, you are fake, but to him, you are real."

Zhang Qiling paused and tilted his head to look at him, meaning that if you could explain it more clearly, maybe I wouldn't walk so fast.

Obviously, the man was very satisfied with his stay, and then, he used the fingertips of his left hand to outline Zhang Qiling, who was a few steps away from him.

"Your souls are different... cough, his soul has been sacrificed, so he became a god, and you... are complete." When the man spoke, it seemed that he had consumed too much energy. He could only speak a sentence and cough halfway, sounding very weak.

Zhang Qiling picked out a few words: sacrifice, god, completeness… Then, he, the silent mute, finally asked the first sentence between the two, "Pray to the spirit."

"You are very smart. So, how far can you go for him? We can't wait to see..." Hearing this, the man smiled even more deeply and walked back to the direction he came from.

Zhang Qiling walked forward and tried to hold him back, "Who are you?"

The man hunched over and waved his hands. Only a few choking sounds like a cough were heard from him. He walked forward without making any unnecessary replies. There was no wind in the corridor, but Zhang Qiling could clearly see that the eternal lamp in the other person's hand gradually went out, as if it was moistened by water bit by bit.

Darkness eventually hid everything about this person.

Zhang Qiling's legs were instantly grabbed by the tentacles that emerged from the terracotta warrior's mouth. They lost the man's control and occupied the corridor with their bodies. These guys seemed to have lost the intention to attack and simply wanted to drive him away.

Then, Zhang Qiling swung his leg horizontally and kicked the clinging terracotta figurine directly into the wall.

After killing them, he could go over and ask for the truth. Zhang Qiling raised his knife and found that the flame on the ancient black gold knife had gone out. It was probably because the humidity in the air had increased again. The dampness here could actually extinguish the Qilin Fire and the Eternal Lamp... That man and this place were both very unusual.

Zhang Qiling watched the man walk away, and no coughs or footsteps could be heard in the corridor... He didn't know what was wrong with him. As he stepped back, he stared at the last bit of fire on the tip of the knife that was about to go out. He re-coated the black gold ancient knife with Qilin blood.

The story here is unknown to him.

The story here is something he cannot know.

If that man could come back again, he would definitely catch him and ask him everything before letting him leave... Zhang Qiling subconsciously swung his knife, and the steaming flames completely blocked the approach of the terracotta warriors and the direction in which the man finally left.

There was something between Zhang Qiling and this man that he didn't know about, and he even sacrificed his soul for it...

The situation was urgent, and the young man felt that he had to rush to Zhang Qiling's side. Moreover, he had a strong thought, which was intertwined with his eagerness to save people.

The door is about to open.

I don't have time anymore.

When he came back to his senses, Zhang Qiling had already roughly explained the matter in brief words. Hei Xia Zi listened to the man mentioned by the mute and naturally knew that it was Yan Guangxian. He suddenly felt that Yan Guangxian looked a bit like a good person.

Although he was the one who chased Zhang Qiling relentlessly, he was also the one who easily let go of a mute who was similar to him. This man knows right from wrong, and is fair to both people and things. Just because a mute who has no connection with him is not what he wants, he lets the other person go.

As a villain, isn't that too childish?

Hei Xia Zi clenched the red string in his hand and put it in his pocket. He couldn't help thinking, perhaps from the beginning to the end, the Yan Guangxian he knew was not a madman.

However, Hei Xia Zi was certain that Yan Guangshan must have been let down in the past, so he wanted to see what other people in this world could do for Zhang Qiling.

Perhaps, the unfinished story that Yan Buchun told has the answer he wanted.

For example, the father fell in love with his uncle, the elder brother fell in love with his younger brother, and the younger brother died soon, and the short-lived Yan Ran turned into the thousand-year-old monster Yan Guangshan... It sounds exciting, doesn't it? Hei Xiazi felt that there must be something unspeakable in between.