Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Hei Xia Zi was also a stubborn person. Zhang Qiling had tried several times to get rid of him and simply let him continue to follow him.

But obviously, Hei Xiazi's condition is not just relaxed.

As Zhang Qiling climbed up the small sacred mountain that Wu Yu had once walked on, a hidden tunnel gradually appeared before his eyes.

Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling each have their own ulterior motives.

While Hei Xia Zi followed the other party, he was always thinking whether he could expose the divine scheme that Yan Guangxian had fabricated from Zhang Qiling's mouth.

Yan Guangxian said that the real God was Qi, but the mute used his own rhetoric to attribute the name of this God to a so-called monster. Hei Xiazi felt that the mute must be hiding something from him.

To protect Zhang Qiling?

"Mute, let's talk it out." Hei Xia Zi had already walked to the corridor of Yumen. He did not stop, and neither did the thin figure.

The intense thoughts between the two made their pretended calmness become extremely tense.

Zhang Qiling suddenly looked back and stopped. A certain obsession in his eyes was sweeping over him, but he suppressed the strange feeling and finally nodded and agreed to the other party's request for a conversation.

This traveler is finally in the mood to communicate with me!

Hei Xia Zi had no time to rejoice. His eyes hidden behind his sunglasses looked at the person opposite him with scrutiny, as if the Zhang Qiling he saw was no longer just Zhang Qiling.

Only he himself knew that his heart was beating anxiously. If it was true as the mute said, that he had met Yan Guangxian, how could he be so calm and composed?

Hei Xia Zi was afraid of the worst outcome, that the mute would also become a part of Yan Guangshan's plan to bring down Zhang Qiling.

"The man in white you saw is the sinner who once hurt Qi. We are the only ones here, so you don't have to worry about being heard by others. I hope you will tell me everything he told you. If you have things you want to accomplish, I will not stop you, but now, Qi comes first in everything I do." Hei Xia Zi didn't dare to say it until this moment.

But his testing of Zhang Qiling from the beginning to now, all of this made Hei Xia Zi realize that he really could not stop the resolute Zhang Qiling in front of him.

The mute wanted to go in, so such an urgent person would not completely obey Yan Guangshan's orders, but the mute pushed Zhang Qiling to Wu Yu and the others.

In addition, there are the Chen family and various people from the Nine Gates chasing them. Countless coincidences and overlapping behaviors make Hei Xia Zi feel that even if he doesn't want to suspect the mute, everything is slowly leading to a situation that is unfavorable to Zhang Qiling.

Being hunted, trying to deceive oneself, sacrificing for others...

Why does Zhang Qiling live such a miserable life?

Apparently, Zhang Qiling paused when he heard about the other young man. He didn't know what was going on in his eyes. After a while, he spoke, "Except what I said before, there is nothing else..."

Black Blind interrupted him:

"Mute, do you remember it clearly? How could Yan Guangshan let you go so easily... No, I shouldn't say this, keep thinking about it, what did he say to you? Maybe Yan Guangshan is taking advantage of your ignorance to achieve his goal!"

Zhang Qiling recalled and confirmed that apart from the appearance of the man in white that he had discussed with Hei Xiazi, the other party really did not tell him anything, and then he spoke again,

"Nothing else."

It seemed that Zhang Qiling, a cold man, was a little intimidated by Hei Xia Zi's impatient attitude. Then, he nodded as if to make a promise, "Really."

Hei Xia Zi was temporarily suppressed by Zhang Qiling's affirmation of his prejudice and distrust towards Yan Guangshan. For the first time, he clenched his arms nervously. Pain swept through his nerves, as if his body still retained the feeling of being torn into pieces by Hong Xian in the past. Even now, when he touched the wound, he felt a lingering fear.

"Just believe him for now." said Hei Xia Zi.

After Zhang Qiling realized what Yan Bucun might be doing, he had a strong urge to stop this man from killing innocent people. However, the moment he stood up, something heavy suddenly fell into the pocket of his down jacket.

As Yan Bucun's smile gradually faded, he quietly took out the thing.

Bells...

It was a bronze hexagonal bell.

It seems that all material things are gradually returning to an origin.

"Huh? How come you guys woke up so early..." Wu Yu turned his head half a circle in the fat man's palm, opened his sleepy eyes, and looked at Zhang Qiling and Yan Bucun who were not far from him with blurry vision.

Not until his consciousness matched the awakening of his body functions did Wu Teng stand up, and before he could wake up the snoring fat man, he grabbed Yan Bucun who seemed to be kneeling in front of Zhang Qiling.

Wu Yu's actions were not rude. He was even considerate enough to help the other person brush off the dust on his pants. "Brother, what does it mean that he's kneeling?"

When the fat man woke up, he had already seen this scene. He smiled wickedly and understood the inexplicable Shura scene that was unfolding.

"You're so naive! Maybe kneeling down early in the morning is a custom in their family to show filial piety?" The fat man said it as if it were true.

Yan Bucun shook off the dust on his knees that Wu Yu had not touched. He thought that Wu Yu would not be stupid enough to really believe what the fat man said.

But he never expected that Wu Yu would actually hold his shoulders. His emotions came so quickly and inexplicably that Yan Bucun almost couldn't resist. However, there was a height difference between the two of them, so Wu Yu could only look up at Yan Bucun, but his expression was firm, as if he wanted to pull a child who had gone astray back on track.

"Fatty, you are absolutely right!" Wu Yu first affirmed Fatty's idea, then turned to Yan Bucun and said earnestly:

"Brother Guifu, we are now in a society ruled by law, and feudal customs are not allowed to exist! You spend every day guarding the spirits in that shabby ancestral hall in the middle of nowhere, and you definitely don't understand the country's laws and regulations on breaking feudal superstitions.

But I won't tell you in detail, I'll just tell you briefly, for example, let's not do the kneeling thing every morning, okay? It makes the little brother look like a gangster leader..."

Wu Yu's words made Yan Bushun's mouth twitch until he heard the other party bombarding him with 108 types of modern education that should not be poisoned by the ideas of feudal remnants.

It took Yan Bucun a lot of determination to barely suppress the urge to kill the person in front of him.

"Well...thank you, Brother Wu Yu." Yan Bucun spoke stiffly. He really didn't know that Wu Yu was like having a seizure after a nap. He thought of all kinds of things and treated him like a child.

Yan Bucun couldn't help but touch his face secretly. The human skin mask he made himself... doesn't look that childish. Could it be that this introverted personality really looks like a miserable child?

Moreover, when his words "brother" collided with the "brother" mentioned by Wu Yu, Yan Bucun always felt that the other party had taken great advantage of him.

But he still had to maintain his personality and respond to Wu Di with a shy, introverted, and "how come you are so awesome" smile!

Zhang Qiling left, not knowing what to say... Zhang Qiling felt that this should not be the result of his lie.

Wu Yu looked at this 1.9-meter-tall silly guy who pretended to be strong and wiped away his bitter tears.

When he just came back, Wu Yu dragged Zhang Qiling away, and nervously pointed at Yan Bucun who was entangled by Chen Shisan and asked, "Brother, you picked up this child, is there anything special about him?"

Zhang Qiling's expression remained unchanged. He casually glanced at the blue mushrooms in the corner and replied, "Brain."

Having a good brain should be considered special...

But after hearing what he said, Wu Yu followed Zhang Qiling's gaze and suddenly revealed an expression of sudden enlightenment, "Brain... brain is not good? Could it be that he ate mushrooms and got poisoned, so his brain is damaged?"

Zhang Qiling turned his eyes away from the mushrooms and did not comment.

Then, Wu Yu wanted to pull Fatty to seek help, "Fatty, is it a special habit for people in Yunnan to eat mushrooms? This should be normal..."

The fat man gave a very detailed explanation, "Tian Zhen, you are right, but in Yunnan, mushrooms are basically blanched in water and then mixed with seasonings. Of course, when they are poisoned, they never think that they did not cook them well, but are determined to cook them well next time. Then they eat them vertically very skillfully and go to the hospital horizontally. So, I don't rule out the possibility that this little brother Fu has a brain problem due to eating mushrooms..."

After hearing what the fat man said, Wu Yu's original hostility towards Yan Bucun turned into guilt. However, fortunately, the other party was finally picked up by the young man, so he didn't have to stay in the Yunnan village and continue eating mushrooms!

Just as they were talking, Xie Yuchen came with a can of heated food wrapped in a handkerchief, like a savior from heaven.

So Yan Bucun went with the flow and, using the excuse of washing up before having breakfast, got rid of Wu Yu and subconsciously prepared to pursue Zhang Qiling.

But maybe that person is really a professional missing person... Zhang Qiling had disappeared without a trace without anyone noticing.

Yan Bucun stayed in the designated safe zone marked by Zhang Qiling for several circles, but he was not in a hurry. His perception enabled him to easily lock onto Zhang Qiling who was running out in the huge tomb group.

What Zhang Qiling wanted to confirm was just what he had done, but he would not see any corpse at all.

Yan Bucun stopped and pressed his fingertips on the knife marks left by Zhang Qiling, gently treating it as a treasure. If it were possible that he couldn't pick it off the wall, maybe he would really take it home and keep it.

A group of women woke up from the pain, and they were greeted by two young boys who wrapped themselves up extremely tightly.

The woman who had threatened Huo Dafu spoke angrily, "Who are you...where is this place...?"

They lay alive in a blanket of dry straw for kindling, their clothes intact except for a little cold sweat on their foreheads, as if what they had just experienced was just a dream.

One of the boys stretched out his index finger and tapped each woman's forehead until a feeling of restraint swept over them. The woman who spoke first opened her mouth and wanted to speak in confusion, but she couldn't make a sound no matter what.

The boy on the other side lowered his hat brim and used a handkerchief to wipe the hands of his companion who had touched the woman. His tone was smiling, but he showed no mercy to these women.

"From now on, you are not surnamed Huo, Chen, or any other surname in the Nine Gates. If you reveal what happened today, I think we can pull you out of the gates of hell, or push you back in."

After he finished speaking, the boy whose hands he wiped was obviously dissatisfied.

"Why tell them this? They will forget who they are when they wake up anyway." The boy poked the other person with his red fingertips.

The boy in the baseball cap who was poked by him chuckled and pulled his arm, thus pulling him away from the group of women, and then got into the same car.

The younger brother answered the other, "I know! But it's fun to do this for the first time, brother."

"What's fun?" asked the boy called brother.

The younger brother's voice became more and more pleasant as he laughed, "It's fun everywhere!"