Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Yan Bucun's questioning obviously could not get an answer from Wu Yu. After all, judging from Wu Yu's expression, he was even more confused than himself.

But Yan Bucun felt that the other party's confusion was reasonable. After all, even he himself didn't know when he had exchanged it for extraordinary perception, and for this, he lost all five senses in an instant.

But in a flash, Yan Bucun saw the confusion in Wu Yu's eyes gradually evolved into clear vigilance. Obviously, his surprise of alerting the enemy had aroused the other party's disgust.

After a long time, Yan Bucun held the back of the wooden chair, trying his best to calm his nervous emotions. He knew that Wu Yu's physical condition was more serious than he thought.

There was a mass of black smoke gathering in Wu Yu's lungs, which was corroding and polluting his pure soul bit by bit. This scene suddenly turned on Yan Bushun's intuitive radar.

His eyes and experience told him that, at Wu Xie's current rate of deterioration, he might not survive until next winter.

Yan Bucun didn't know how to remind him, nor did he know if his guess was right. He was so nervous that the strength in his hands suddenly increased, causing the failed Fa Qiu finger to crack under the heavy burden. Having lost his five senses, he obviously wouldn't feel pain anymore, but the pain of broken bones that he had once gotten rid of now came back uncontrollably because of his psychological shadow.

And the thoughts that popped up in his mind one after another were bombarding him violently.

Yan Bucun knew that this was the person that Aqi cared about, the person that the gods cherished. He didn’t dare to think that if Wu Yu really died, then to what extent would the man he loved… go crazy!!!

How to save Wu Yu, how the hell should he save him?! Yan Bucun opened his eyes, which could not see the world unless he used his ability, and suddenly understood something. In his head, an extremely bad idea about himself popped up.

"Is this chair bothering you? You've almost crushed it, Yan Bucun, why don't you let go of your dog claws!" Hei Xiazi tried to pry Yan Bucun's hands away, but the moment he looked at him, there was a strange bright color in his usually indifferent eyes.

Yan Bucun's eyes were red and wet. He wiped away his tears with his left hand, then obeyed Hei Xia Zi's words and let go of the chair back that he was holding with his right hand. However, the chair suddenly fell to the ground and then broke into pieces unexpectedly...

It may not be just the chair that is broken.

The fat man cried out in surprise when he saw this, and regardless of his wounds not being healed yet, he hurried to pick up the pile of broken wood, "Damn it! I bought this chair from the second-hand scrap yard in the village! It's worth ten dollars, little brother Bu Cun, how could you do this!"

"Fatty! Fatty, don't pick it up. I'll do the job!" Wang Meng quickly helped. While he felt sorry for his boss's empty wallet, he also felt even more sorry for his own low salary which was being delayed indefinitely.

Yan Bucun sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, I will compensate you for this, I'm really sorry."

He was just halfway down and ready to help when he was helped up by Wang Meng.

"It's okay, boss, don't touch these groceries, be careful not to hurt your hands!" Wang Meng said as he pulled the fat man who was picking up the sticks to his feet and advised, "Fatty, your injury hasn't healed yet, so don't pick them up. What you guys are stealing is my work!"

Yan Bucun blinked innocently at the advice of Wang Meng. He really didn't expect that under Wu Yu's leadership, Shanju Qiuming would be so poor that they would start to count even ten dollars...

"I broke this chair. I'll put it back later. Mr. Wang, you'd better let it go." Yan Bucun squatted down, picked up a few chair frames and tried to put them back together.

But when he was about to touch the second wooden leg, Yan Bucun's hand was grabbed by someone in an instant. The force applied by the other party was very light, and the other party even considerately avoided his own injuries.

After Zhang Qiling grabbed Yan Bucun's wrist, his expression was a little turbulent, but it was hard to tell what kind of storm was brewing inside.

He stroked, he observed, he uttered only two words, so soft that it was impossible to catch them, "Broken."

Without further ado, Yan Bucun knew that the other party must be wondering: Your hand is broken, why didn't you tell me?

Facing such a cold questioning, Yan Bucun actually chuckled. He even ignored the gazes of everyone present, exerted force on his wrist, and grabbed the back of Zhang Qiling's hand.

At this moment, Yan Bucun's courage had reached its peak. He even used his broken and collapsed fingertips to rub the wrist bone belonging to Zhang Qiling, which he had never dared to touch in the past.

But the more he touched it, the colder he felt in his heart. The bulge made Yan Bucun realize that his spirit was still too thin, really too thin.

If he knew that his life of more than a thousand years would end after meeting Zhang Qiling, he would definitely meet him earlier, get rid of these outsiders, and race against time with God. He would also cook a few more meals for him, and exchange a magic that would prevent him from getting cavities forever, so that little Qiling could eat all the chocolates at once, even if he was stuffed into a round fat ball, he would be very happy.

He is Zhang Qiling, the only Zhang Qiling he has ever met and who exists in his memory.

And precisely because he is Zhang Qiling,

That's why he is unique and no one can match him.

Zhang Qiling's expression did not change at all, as if this kind of intimate contact was no different to him than a bunch of chickens pecking at people.

"Xiaohua...can you help me kick him out?" Wu Yu forced himself to stand up and pointed tremblingly at Yan Bucun.

Xie Yuchen quickly put a relatively soft pillow under him and said, "You shouldn't ask me to do this kind of work. There are plenty of opportunities for people to make money, right?"

As he was talking, he turned his gaze to Hei Xia Zi. Of course, Hei Xia Zi, who was suddenly chosen, let out a slight click of the tongue.

"Kicking people is not a nice thing to do. I'll tell him about it later." Hei Xia Zi agreed and reached a consensus with Wu Yu.

But before anyone could make a move, someone immediately made Yan Bucun stop his hand. It was the young man who had been silent the whole time.

The young man did not use any weapons, he just pulled Zhang Qiling up first, and with one move, Yan Bucun would follow. In a flash, the young man suddenly pried Yan Bucun's hands open.

He separated Yan Bucun's palm from Zhang Qiling's hand, and was particularly considerate. He applied force along the skin little by little on Yan Bucun's broken finger bones and rubbed them all back to the correct position.

Then, the young man casually snatched the fragments from Yan Bucun's arms, sharpened them on the ground, and then used nearby materials, tearing a piece of cloth from his clothes to fix it for Yan Bucun.

And in these few short seconds, Yan Bucun did not make any sound because of the pain. After all, he had long lost the right to feel pain.

"The farce is over. You continue reading the notes. As for the rest, we'll talk outside." When Hei Xia Zi saw that the young man had finished dealing with the matter, he really responded to the previous sentence. He returned the notes to Wu Yu, then grabbed Yan Bucun's collar and dragged him to the door before letting him go.

During this period, Yan Bucun did not resist at all, but the smart people in the room had already anticipated something. Yan Bucun's explanation of the exchange and side effects and his question to Wu Yu, everything reflected Wu Yu's condition, which was not just a cold and fever.

That could very well be the price.

The two young men and Jie Yuchen also followed Hei Xiazi and Yan Bucun out. The only ones still in the house were Fatty and Wang Meng.

The fat man's hands were shaking as he grasped the broken pieces of the chair. After he calmed down, he smiled and rushed to Wu Yu's bed. "Wang Meng, get a basin of water. I'll wipe Tian Zhen's body to dissipate heat faster."

"Okay, boss, I'll go out to get some water first. You take a good rest!" Wang Meng responded cleverly, then took a washbasin from the bathroom and walked towards the stove in the kitchen. When he got there, he sat on a small stool and began to break some dry branches for kindling.

But everyone in this world is smart, and no one is a fool. Wang Meng's hands became more and more skilled in folding things, but his thoughts drifted far away. When the fire started to burn, he seemed to be able to see the boss who was now having a fever through the smoke and the water in the pot.

Wang Meng thought that the so-called price was what Hei Xiazi wrote and Yan Xiaonan said:

Whatever you gain, you will lose something of equal value, or suffer physical disability, sacrifice of soul, deprivation of consciousness... If someone has ever used this ability to create something that is beyond the value he can exchange, you should be careful.

Even Yan Bucun asked:

Wu Di, what exactly did you exchange for it?

Wang Meng scooped out some steaming hot water, then held the basin and poured some cool water from the water valve in the yard. As he watched the fat man wiping Wu Yu's body bit by bit, he was still wondering what his boss would change.

The boss couldn't even take out his own salary. Maybe it was wealth, but if the boss really had so much money at once, how could he live in this moist hill and plan to spend the rest of his life? Like the boss, as long as the fat man and the silent guy stayed by his side, he would be happy and not want to leave. Obviously, this person has no regrets...

"Boss, is there anything you want? Or, is there anything you particularly want in the past?" Wang Meng asked casually while thinking about it.

The fat man quickly turned around and gave him a warning look. He had tried his best to avoid this sensitive topic, so why did Wang Meng bring it up so poorly? !

People in the world are smart. Wu Yu wanted to pretend to be stupid, but how could he not know that Yan Bucun must have seen something just now, which is why he asked like that.

But Wu Yu pondered for a long time. When he was young, he wanted too much. At the beginning, in order to be able to fight with his third uncle, he asked for it every day. Then, when his third uncle left behind the mystery, he tried hard to pursue it, and he was restless every night. Finally, when he got rid of all the difficulties, he won abundant happiness.

Now that the little brother and Qi Ling live with him in Yu Village, the fat man can cook food in different ways, and he enjoys his free time by occasionally waiting for Xiaohua's help and Hei Xiazi's harassment.

Wu Yu felt that the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to smoke. However, his throat, which was already smoking, was even more eager for a glass of water. His voice became hoarse. "I used to want to smoke, but I wanted too much... too much to remember. Now I want too little. I just want a glass of hot water..."

"Boss, why didn't you say so earlier!" Wang Meng was very considerate. He poured a thermos cup over when he just boiled water.

The fat man took it, took some water from the thermos, rinsed the small bowl containing melon seeds, and after it was clean, he began to pour new hot water and was particularly considerate to blow on it to cool Wu Yu down.

After Wu Yu drank the warm water, the group of people who had gone out finally came back, but it was obvious that everyone looked unhappy.

The changes of two of the guys were the smallest. Wu Yi thought that it might be because they didn't change their expressions often. But he always felt a little scared when they stared at him.

It was hard to say whether Xie Yuchen's reaction was good or bad. He had always been good at controlling his expression. During the stage plays, even the simplest movement of his eyes could be expressed with nine out of ten different expressions. He picked up the notes spread out on Wu Mi's quilt and started reading without giving Wu Mi any chance.

He continued to tell the story from Hei Xia Zi's perspective and tone.

"I asked Old Man Yan questions, but he didn't answer any of them. The path he took was different from the one I had walked before. This place was like another space, without the flourishing gold embellishments. It was as plain as a mouse hole, and that bronze door stood at the end...

Finally, Old Man Yan said that the door in front of us is the real bronze door, and the one that the mute entered before is a fake one, and it is also the door guarded by the Yan family, the one that can be traded. "

I pulled the mute to stop him from entering the room. I asked Old Man Yan, "Once upon a time, what was once upon a time? When was once upon a time?"

But Old Man Yan still didn't answer, he just kept talking to himself,

"The time has come. Take out your Ghost Seal and let me see it. I want to know the difference between the real one and the fake one."

But when the mute took out the ghost seal that he, Fatty and Wu Yu had obtained in September when they smashed the Crescent Hotel, Old Man Yan suddenly laughed. I don't know if this laugh was because he felt that the real thing could not compare to the fake one, or because the fake one seemed so real.

"Sure enough, there is really no difference..." Old Man Yan said this at last, and he and I watched with our own eyes as the mute entered the bronze door.

In fact, I was not sure whether the bronze door was real or fake, but the mute and I made preparations in advance. I wrapped the red thread around the mute's body. Although the other party could not see it, the red thread should be stuck in the gap and would not break. The mute and I were betting.

If this door is fake, and if there is even the slightest thing wrong with the mute's movements, I will rescue him even if I have to smash the door.

If this door is real, the mute only needs to turn around three times, and I will know that it is safe when I see the rope is tightened.

Old Man Yan did not lie. All I felt outside was the mute's regular rotation every few minutes. I also knew that there might be two lunatics suddenly appearing in the other side of the earth.

No, maybe three.

"He will be driven crazy. Don't doubt it. He is the third person you are thinking of." Old Man Yan said this and quickly left.

He's the monster, right? I didn't stand a chance against him!

I was alone in front of the empty bronze door, and I checked the mute's safety more than once before finally leaving with peace of mind, because I still had to confirm who the third person was. It couldn't be... it couldn't be...

But when I stood in the cold wind and put my arms around his shoulders, I knew that I was right and Old Man Yan was right too.

Zhang Qiling was kneeling, large flakes of snow were almost covering his figure. He inserted two blades into his abdomen fiercely, and even stirred desperately. He looked like a madman.

He shed tears hotter than blood and told me that the fake can never replace the real.

I asked him, why did you come up with such an idea? What did you see after you went down to the tomb with them? But Zhang Qiling seemed to be completely unable to listen. He just stared blankly into the distance, looking at the footprints that had been hidden by the new snow. I couldn't tell how many people left them in this environment because my attention was all on him.

Zhang Qiling finally pulled out the two soft blades. Without any obstruction, my hands couldn't even hold back the blood that was just flowing out of him.

He recited a name word by word, frantically:

Wu Di...Wu Di...Wu Di...

Finally, he reached his limit, and after I wrapped him tightly in my down jacket, he could still keep murmuring in a coma.

At that moment, I had the thought of killing Wu Di, and when I wrote this text, I was not worried that he who hired me would see it. After all, Wu Di, I know you can't help but read this.

You are waiting for me to record Zhang Qiling's words, and I am also waiting for your answer.

An answer you pushed him to the edge of his seat.