Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Zhang Qiling climbed onto the coffin and chiseled a hole in the bronze on the coffin lid with a knife. Only then did he discover that what was sealed inside was actually a large mass of black gas.

He thrust the tip of the knife directly in, hitting the bottom with one strike, confirming that there was no other entity in the coffin.

But in a flash, the red jade beads worn by Zhang Qiling began to emit light suddenly. The dazzling red color overshadowed the brilliance of all the gold and silver jewels. He wanted to stick his head out again, or open up more space for observation, but was stopped by Jie Yuchen.

The coffin was about half a meter high, and Xie Yuchen could only grab Zhang Qiling's ankles. The reason he rushed up was not because he wanted to help like the fat man, but because he suddenly had a strange feeling in his heart, constantly reminding himself that this coffin was a Pandora's box that could not be opened.

This finally interrupted Zhang Qiling's desire to explore. He first turned his head and looked at Wu Yu, who was spreading his arms and fluttering like a chicken, trying to stop the fat man. After confirming their safety, he quickly glanced at Yan Bucun, who was helping Wu Yu but was pushed away by disgust.

Then, his attention fell on Xie Yuchen.

Zhang Qiling tilted his head slightly, trying to guess what the other party's behavior meant, but he couldn't figure it out for a long time, so he raised his chin, probably asking Jie Yuchen: Why don't you stay with them?

And his behavior also made Xie Yuchen understand.

Xie Yuchen quickly let go of his hand, first signaling that they were safe for the time being, and then gestured towards the coffin, probably asking what was inside. As a businessman who liked to be in control of the overall situation, he always had a certain degree of curiosity about unknown things.

Zhang Qiling guessed what Xie Yuchen meant, so he turned sideways, revealing the black air that was beginning to overflow. Xie Yuchen was obviously stunned for a moment, his eyes drifted to one place, and then he wandered away.

Zhang Qiling could see more clearly that the people who were pulling behind seemed to have stopped moving, and were all looking towards a part of the tomb in confusion. He followed their gaze and found that a group of black gas that was about to dissipate was running around, as if it was rushing to find an exit, or to return to the coffin.

So, Zhang Qiling quickly turned his head and looked inside the coffin again. The black gas inside did not seem to decrease. The diffusion and reorganization of the gas was faster than any other substance. He gripped the handle of the double-edged sword tightly in his hand. Although he did not know whether the floating black gas could be dispersed or eliminated, he would never allow it. This thing might hurt Wu Yu and the fat man.

The movement of the black gas was like a roll of remnant clouds, changing its shape in a tortuous and soft manner, floating bit by bit, and Yan Bugun also noticed this situation. He could not go forward to observe all the gas in the coffin, but he could see the floating substance clearly.

It was a ball of weak soul that had materialized for unknown reasons. Yan Bushun stared at it closely, also curious about where it would go, until... the broken string in his head suddenly reconnected. His expression suddenly became stern, and he glanced in the direction it came from almost instantly.

Chen Shisan and Yan Yi still felt strange. Yan Bucun didn't know how to call it, but he knew that if it wanted to live, it had only one way to escape, that was to use the advantage of having lived here before to lay out a way to survive early.

Now that its body is dead, it can just escape with its soul.

But did it know it was going to die? Yan Bucun watched as the black gas had already entered the water and was desperately trying to squeeze out through the cracks.

Yan Bucun couldn't help but feel a little scared. If its prediction was made by Yan Xiaonan, then all the things that happened could be answered with a definite answer. Yan Xiaonan didn't want it to die. In fact, Yan Xiaonan wanted it to kill its own son and himself...

Over thousands of years, it naturally became his subordinate, gained his trust, and used the group of privately hidden stones, which aroused his curiosity. At the same time, it was because of the appearance of Qi Ling with the red jade beads that he discovered that he had lost such an important soul. Then, because of Yan Xiaonan's prophecy that Zhang Qi Ling would help his brother, he followed curiously and even tried to change all the trajectories predicted by Yan Xiaonan.

But step by step, he followed his wishes, fell into his trap, and was quickly beheaded and put on the gallows.

This made Yan Bucun not know whether to cry or laugh. The man who had never fulfilled his fatherly duties actually had such thoughts and the desire to kill his own flesh and blood. No, maybe that was not the case. After all, Yan Bucun could not tell whether he was a human or a monster.

Zhang Qiling jumped out of the coffin and didn't know how to deal with the black air, but he clearly saw that Yan Bucun's condition was not right after the small black air left.

But he didn't know whether he should go forward to chase the gas or guard the coffin. He was in a dilemma. Then, he saw Wu Yu and the fat man could no longer hold their breath and took a deep breath.

This time, Zhang Qiling ran up without any hesitation.

"Yes... I'm sorry... I couldn't help it." Wu Yu found that he was not choked by the black air, but there was a tremor in his voice as if he was begging for Zhang Qiling's forgiveness. He immediately covered his mouth in embarrassment.

The fat man looked at Zhang Qiling who was getting closer and closer to him, and suddenly he let go of all his urge to help. When he saw Wu Yu talking, he also spoke, "Wait... Brother Qiling, this thing has no smell?"

But Zhang Qiling wrapped a blade around his waist, and with quick eyes and hands, he pressed his faqiu finger against the open lips of the talkative fat man.

The whereabouts of the black gas was clear to Yan Bucun, who possessed superhuman perception. The weak spirit was like a key ingredient in the medicine. Only after finding the lesion would other filling herbs be added.

The soul slowly sank into its body submerged in the water, causing its hands, which had delicate nerve endings, to begin twitching uncontrollably first.

He didn't even give up his body. This was another situation that made Yan Bushun grit his teeth and feel disgusted.

At this moment, the air behind everyone suddenly became bone-chillingly cold. Zhang Qiling turned around and found that the black air began to gush out uncontrollably, like a coiled snake starting to fly and try to pounce on its prey, or like the unyielding tentacles of a Heluo fish, swinging wildly.

But when it finally gathers together, it looks like an overwhelming wave that is likely to kill people.

Zhang Qiling pulled his hand away and smeared the blood on the blade in his hand. Compared with the huge black gas, the instantly steaming Qilin blood was like a small witch meeting a big witch. But the moment it pounced down, it clearly took the coolness away from him. The fire was extinguished, and it... was like the coldest wind on the snowy mountain. It disappeared without a trace, but left behind an indelible and memorable temperature.

"The scent of flowers..." Yan Bucun clearly had no sense of smell, but he suddenly felt the breath of this soul.

Zhang Qiling looked at him calmly, asked nothing, said nothing, but realized and understood what the situation might be. Then, he gently patted Yan Bucun's shoulder to bring him back to his senses.

"There's no flower scent at all. Xiao Fuzi, your nose isn't very sensitive..." The fat man shivered from the cold, and even teased with his teeth chattering.

After the fat man said this, the rest of Wu Yu and Jie Yuchen also shifted their attention to Yan Bucun.

Yan Bucun turned his head slowly, smiled and shook his head, "Nothing, I just miss the local specialties."

In this atmosphere, the fat man didn't know what to say when he was talking about the local specialties. He could only laugh dryly, "You're from the south? Flowers are good as a local specialty. They smell so good in the summer..."

Wu Yu did not interrupt the awkward conversation between Fatty and Yan Bucun, but took the initiative to pull Zhang Qiling and asked, "Qiling, what on earth is that?"

But Zhang Qiling did not say anything, but just stared at Wu Yu silently. After all, it was rather troublesome to explain this matter. He could not just say that I killed someone and then he resurrected on his own. Even if he could tell this kind of thing into Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, probably not many people would believe it.

In the midst of this awkward conversation and stalemate, suddenly a red line was accurately drawn on the square brick in front of the coffin, and with a click, a door appeared.

This time, Zhang Qiling looked at Yan Bucun meaningfully, but the other party forced a not-so-nice smile, as if he was not just embarrassed that he had discovered the trap.

Zhang Qiling felt that Yan Bucun was hiding some emotions that he could not understand.