Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

After Chen Jinshui finished eating, he casually touched his mouth with his sleeve, slapped his thigh and prepared to leave, "Huo Daof, I know you can't do anything to me, but I can really take responsibility for this matter myself."

Then, Chen Jinshui pulled open the zipper of the shed, pushed the curtain aside with both hands, and wanted to walk out.

But at this time, Huo Dafu grabbed the back of his coat collar, even using such force that his joints made cracks.

"What are you going to take responsibility for and how are you going to take responsibility for it?" asked Huo Dafu.

In fact, there is no so-called brotherhood between Huo Daof and Chen Jinshui.

To him, Chen Jinshui is just a stepping stone for his comeback. When he rises to prominence, the first family he will swallow up will definitely be the Chen family. This kind of ingratitude is just a means of survival.

Everyone wants to live, and everyone wants to be strong.

Huo Daof was helpless and just a man of the Huo family's in-laws. As Huo Daof, he would always be caged behind women, his talents unknown to the public, and he could not find a suitable way out in the cannibalistic Nine Gates.

So… Huo Daofu would not allow Chen Jinshui to die like this. He could not lose his backer. He needed someone to rely on, and with this person, he could achieve his desired goal…

Chen Jinshui felt uncomfortable with his hand and pulled his hand back with great force. He did not understand Huo Daof's so-called wolfish ambition and scheme, nor did he know that the other party's appetite was so big that he even wanted to swallow up the Chen family who helped him first.

This man will not stop here.

"Take the lives of eleven members of my Chen family." Chen Jinshui, who was usually not serious, seemed like a stranger when he became serious. "They should not die in vain."

"I've never seen you care about others so much. Besides, are you really so familiar with those people that you would risk your life there?" After being thrown away, Huo Daof did not try to stop them. He thought that he could hold out with the other party for a minute or two, even if it was just a few more seconds.

When Chen Jinshui heard this, his reaction seemed a little strange. He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, as if he was troubled.

"I'm doing this to uphold the reputation of the Chen family. With the death of the head of the family, the Chen family has lost its backbone. The Nine Sects are in chaos and everyone wants a piece of the pie. Especially for us from the Ordinary Sect, it will be more difficult for us to survive in this world and we will have a harder time making a living..." Chen Jinshui said as he unzipped the temporary camping tent and walked out.

Then, Chen Jinshui continued to sigh, "We, the thieves of the Chen family, don't do anything sneaky, but we have been infected by the dead people's aura too much, and we are almost in the same boat with those zongzi. After the death of the head of the family, the people in the Nine Gates all regard our Chen family as a place that can be bullied by everyone.

The high-ranking officials are watching coldly, and the low-ranking officials are ready to make a move. How long can I, Chen Jinshui, protect the odds?"

Huo Daof was speechless. For the first time, he didn't know how to refute. He rarely heard so many clever words from Chen Jinshui, and he didn't know how to react.

If he stops, he won't succeed with the power of a scholar. If he doesn't stop, he won't succeed with the power of a scholar...

The eyes behind Hodolf's glasses gradually dimmed. This wise man encountered the first time that the other party was bewitched and flew into a flame. This incompetence made him instantly extinguish the last bit of light in the fire. The flying dust gradually stained his ink-black trouser legs.

"Chen Jinshui, he not only gave you money, right? He could even help you keep the Chen family's wealth, so you would be willing to work for him..." At this time, Huo Daof was still making excuses for Chen Jinshui.

Chen Jinshui had already started to count the people outside. He turned his eyes away from the crowd of plush hats and turned to Huo Dafu who was holding up the outer curtain in the tent. He couldn't help but refute, "No, it's not these reasons."

"What is that?" Huo Dafu even looked like a resentful woman who was questioning why her husband cheated on her.

Chen Jinshui pointed at the roster with his fingertips impatiently, but after he said one word, he suddenly realized something and stopped.

"What?" Huo Daof stared at Chen Jinshui.

He only heard the second tone of the word from Chen Jinshui's mouth.

Hei Xia Zi knew that it was like talking to a cow if he told Zhang Qiling, who didn't understand the reason, about Yan Guangxian in his self-perception.

Obviously, Zhang Qiling did not have that kind of desire or interest. He pressed the ball of his thumb on the bottom of the hilt and rubbed it unconsciously, probably as a sign that he wanted to withdraw.

In the end, Hei Xia Zi saw through his thoughts, so he took a deep breath helplessly, exhaled heavily, patted Zhang Qiling on the shoulder, and walked past him.

"Not following?" Hei Xia Zi didn't look back. As he walked with his hands in his pockets, he looked like a playboy and a ruffian.

But Zhang Qiling always felt that Hei Xia Zi's steps had become heavier and heavier. He went from being full of enthusiasm and constantly guessing what he expected to happen, to pursuing it unremittingly, to finally being forced to compromise with fate.

Zhang Qiling knew that it was because of himself. No matter what, he could not provide Hei Xia Zi with more clues about Yan Guangshan's follow-up, because he had forgotten too much. These tiny fragments were not enough to constitute a complete story line.

Hei Xia Zi's decisive departure made it even more difficult for Zhang Qiling to see through his back, just like when he could see those intricately tangled red lines and knew that their structure was dense and difficult to distinguish even in the daytime.

Hei Xiazi stopped for a moment and looked back at Zhang Qiling, "Dumb, hurry up and catch up, don't you want to go to the ultimate?"

Zhang Qiling looked at him turning around and vaguely remembered that Hei Xiazi seemed to have told someone that he had been here before.

And the next moment, Hei Xiazi's skillful leading the way proved this point.

Zhang Qiling followed behind him and stared at him. This man who used to joke with him tirelessly had become so silent at this moment. Such silence made his broad back look somewhat lonely and desolate.

When did this person become so persistent?

"What are you daydreaming about?" Hei Xia Zi asked without turning back.

Zhang Qiling looked at his back, then turned his attention to the knife marks he had left here, "Wrong."

"What's wrong? I didn't lead you the wrong way!" Hei Xiazi took two steps back and stopped beside Zhang Qiling, staring at the mark, but he couldn't see anything special for a long time. "This is obviously your work, what's wrong with it?"

Zhang Qiling pressed the mark with his fingertips and lightly swept from left to right, "Two layers."

"Two layers... Did someone imitate your traces and carve it a second time?" Hei Xiazi pushed the frame of the glasses and moved closer. After careful examination, he could not tell any difference at all.

Zhang Qiling pulled his hand away without commenting, and then said something inexplicable, "Too quiet."

"Dumb, you change the subject too quickly." Hei Xia Zi was speechless, but he could only follow this man's unconventional thoughts.

But this word "quiet" is just like what the night shift staff in the hospital say when they are not busy. The more important the occasion is, the more light-hearted the words are, and it proves that the corresponding event will definitely happen in the next moment.

An old man limped out from the corridor in front of them. Hei Xiazi recognized him at a glance as Yan Xiaonan.

"Boss, what are you doing here?" Hei Xia Zi asked with a smile, but subconsciously reached for the handle of the gun at his waist, ready to attack at any time. At the same time, he protected Zhang Qiling behind him.

Zhang Qiling glanced at the two people in a stalemate, but he did not move out. He was obviously very well-behaved, because he felt that the old man opposite him did not seem to have any obvious hostility.

"I'm here to help you." Yan Xiaonan's slightly pale eye actually glowed an unusually bright red in the darkness.

Hei Xia Zi seemed to have glimpsed Zhang Qiling who was controlled by Xiao Cun from Yan Xiaonan's eyes. His hand holding the gun felt a sudden sense of crisis because of the familiar feeling.

He had heard some fragments of Yan Bucun's words before. Hei Xiazi knew that Yan Xiaonan seemed to be surprisingly good at some predictions. "How can I help you? Do you know what we are going to do?"

Yan Xiaonan's eyeballs now seemed to be only the size of rice grains, and his intimidating gaze went straight behind Hei Xia Zi.

"I know. To be more precise, I am helping him." Yan Xiaonan pointed accurately behind Hei Xia Zi with his withered finger.

Obviously, Zhang Qiling didn't know when he had seen Yan Xiaonan before, but he felt vaguely that the other person's figure was somewhat familiar, just like the person who was hidden in the thick fog during the funeral of the coffin bearers in Laoai Village.

Hei Xiazi took a step forward, blocking Yan Xiaonan's sight. "Boss, our deal should be over. Do you brothers need to get more outsiders involved?"

"Our deal may not be concluded yet. He didn't go, but someone went in his place. Besides, Zhang Qiling is not an outsider." Yan Xiaonan withdrew his hand and said the name accurately.

Hei Xia Zi's heart was filled with alarm. He knew that the Chen family had brought people from the Nine Gates before, and some of them wanted to pass them off as Yan Guangxian's men, but Yan Xiaonan later said Zhang Qiling's name so directly... Moreover, the other party even said that Zhang Qiling was not an outsider. Wouldn't this involve more obscure things?

Although he didn't express this, Yan Xiaonan probably saw through Hei Xia Zi. "Zhang Qiling is an outsider and a person who has a connection with God. Of course, you don't have to worry that Zhang Qiling will become Yan Guangshan's blood-drawing tool, because he is actually different from Zhang Qiling in some ways."

Zhang Qiling, who had been silent all the time, finally reacted when he heard the name uttered by the old man. He took the initiative to walk out from behind Hei Xia Zi, and shone the flashlight directly on Yan Xiaonan's face without any emotion.

"No, it's different." Zhang Qiling said in a calm tone, doing something immoral that he himself was not even aware of.

Yan Xiaonan moved half a step, trying to avoid the light, but Zhang Qiling's flashlight seemed to be tracking him and kept shining on his face. His already small pupils had shrunk even more due to fear of the light and were even less visible.

In the end, Yan Xiaonan couldn't get over the persistent Zhang Qiling and raised his hand to stop him. "Turn off the flashlight and I'll talk to you later."

Zhang Qiling closed it expressionlessly. There was no light between the three of them. Even the lights in the corridor were off. The only source of light was Yan Xiaonan's single eye that was glowing red.

"Soul, your souls are different." Yan Xiaonan said.

Hei Xia Zi then asked, still expectantly, "So, they are not the same person in essence?"

"They are the same person, but the difference in their souls lies in completeness and incompleteness," Yan Xiaonan replied.

His words immediately restored Zhang Qiling's ability to pick out key words, "Complete."

Yan Xiaonan explained more this time:

"Incompleteness is the condition for becoming a god. He needs to have the pure blood of the Zhang family, and his soul must be incomplete. For example, a person has three souls and seven spirits, and if he loses any of them, he will lose a part of his memory, seven emotions and six desires, perception, and other things...

In the end, if this person only has one soul left and can still encourage himself to not become a fool, then he is the best successor to the throne. Finally, if he wants to become a revered god, he needs to actively and unconditionally dedicate his soul to the thing behind the door before he can succeed. "

Hei Xia Zi didn't understand how this was connected to Zhang Qiling, but he could figure it out. It turned out that Zhang Qiling's childish state of mind was due to his own incomplete soul.

He took advantage of the victory and wanted to dig out something more from Yan Xiaonan, "So what is the connection between the current god and the mute?"

Hei Xia Zi knew that Yan Xiaonan could definitely guess who the mute he was talking about was.

"The bodies are the same, because the successors to the throne chosen by Yan Guangshan were, from the very beginning, the materialized heads of the Zhang family." Yan Xiaonan stared at him and continued, "Because their bloodline is the purest."

"He can create material people at will?" Hei Xia Zi couldn't believe how Yan Guangxian's abilities kept increasing.

Yan Xiaonan hesitated for a moment before answering, "I can't predict the secret that the door will give him, but what I can be sure of is that all creations and abilities have a price, and no one can get everything for nothing."

"Eyes." Zhang Qiling kept staring at Yan Xiaonan's eyes that were glowing in the dark.

Zhang Qiling's question made Yan Xiaonan smile bitterly and touch the eye with his hand. Light leaked out from between his fingers. "Whatever you gain, you will lose something of equal value, or the incompleteness of your body, the sacrifice of your soul, the deprivation of your consciousness... If someone has ever used this ability to create something that is beyond the value he can exchange, you should be careful."

"If there is really someone who can redeem or materialize something that he cannot afford, that person would be the one you mentioned?" Hei Xia Zi didn't know why he asked such a question when he knew the answer.

"I don't know." Yan Xiaonan put down his hand. His eyes proved the price he paid for becoming a monster. Then he said, "Who knows?"

Wu Yi, who saw the notes here, suddenly coughed twice. Zhang Qiling stood up and touched the other's forehead with the back of his cold hand.

"Hot." Zhang Qiling said, and glanced at the fat man.

The fat man gave an OK gesture to show his reassurance, and then went to rummage through the drawers to get some cold medicine.

"No, how come your physique is so strong..." Wu Mi complained, and under the gaze of everyone, he finished the medicine brought by the fat man and swallowed the water handed to him by Zhang Qiling.

Wu Xun cursed in his heart, why is it always him who gets hit! Obviously everyone is drowned together?! Damn it...

Seeing that his disciple was not feeling well, Hei Xiazi took away the notebook, but Wu Yu knew that he had not finished reading it, so he tried to snatch it back, "No, I haven't finished reading it yet, give it back to me..."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it if I read it again. How about you take it slowly?" It was rare for Hei Xia Zi not to have a wicked smile, nor did he call Wu Xu his disciple. His current state was consistent with his own silence in the book.

Quite handsome, Wu Yi thought.

But the next moment, he rolled his eyes and changed his obedient and compromising look, "I also know what happened later, but I have let it go now."

But Hei Xia Zi did not give him the chance to snatch the notebook. He stood up and held the notebook high.

"I don't believe it." Hei Xia Zi's words almost drove Wu Yu crazy.

Wu Yu coughed twice, stood up and prepared to grab it, but his shoulders were pressed down by two hands. He looked around and was frightened by the pressure, "Brother! Qi Ling! How come you have become bad guys? Do you know who you are in league with?!"