Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

"He fainted and needs to rest." Yan Bucun replied indifferently, but when Wu Yu opened his mouth again to argue with him, he said again, "If you can hold him, I will put him down."

This blatant provocation made Wu Yu, who knew his own abilities well, blush and blue with anger, but in the end, he just looked at Zhang Qiling's pale face and compromised, "Then you take good care of Qiling."

But Wu Yu's eyes were full of scrutiny and assessment, as if he would fight to the death with Fan Yanbusun if he treated Zhang Qiling badly. However, he seemed to have forgotten that he was the one who hurt Zhang Qiling the most, and he even ignored the smell of blood in his mouth.

"I would have done it even if you didn't tell me." Yan Bucun was infected by Xiaocun's childishness, and it seemed that he was just expressing his dislike for Wu Yu, and he refuted him without any mercy.

Seeing the tense atmosphere, the fat man hurried over, but he couldn't squeeze in between them due to his size. However, this did not affect his anxious voice, "Friends, brothers, relatives and sisters... Ugh! Can we move on? The steps behind me have collapsed."

The fat man's miserable appearance softened Wu Yu's heart, so he leaned close to Xie Yuchen's ear and said, "Xiaohua, put me down, I will walk by myself, and we will evacuate as soon as possible."

Just as he finished speaking, a piece of the step behind the fat man's heel broke and almost made the fat man stumble backward. Fortunately, Xie Yuchen pulled him up and carried Wu Di on his back to the next step, leaving more space for both of them. Then he put Wu Di down and loosened his grip on the fat man's hand.

There was a rumbling sound overhead and the ground was collapsing below, and everything indicated that it was not advisable to stay here for long.

"Okay." Xie Yuchen replied quickly.

Then he looked in front of him and saw Yan Bucun, who was hugging Zhang Qiling tightly. He turned around and walked steadily step by step, leaving only his back.

Everyone followed Xie Yuchen's gaze and discovered that Yan Guifu, who was originally a hunchbacked man, had such strength when he hugged Zhang Qiling.

As they walked, the ground behind them collapsed until it almost reached the fat man at the end of the team. Only then did everyone finally escape from this corridor that seemed to be rising infinitely.

At this moment, Yan Bucun felt his body temperature was so hot that his head almost melted into a ball of paste. He could only continue walking numbly, but when he hugged Zhang Qiling, he would be awakened by the other's breathing and the weak movement of his soul.

But this time, there was nothing in the tomb. There were no murals that symbolized the life experience of the tomb owner, no terrifying monsters with bared fangs and claws, and no buildings that were beyond the scope of human beings...

Just like the infinite stairs, there is no end.

Wu Yu and the fat man were protected by Xie Yuchen and walked forward, keeping a half-step distance from Yan Bucun, but the other party suddenly stopped and looked upwards in confusion.

The dome was pointed and coated with a certain black glaze. Its shape looked like an inverted funnel, but those delicate mechanisms were all aimed at the people below.

Xie Yuchen had good eyesight, but the holes were so densely packed together that it looked like a whole black mass. No matter how carefully he looked, he could not find anything. He could only look upwards with Yan Bucun because of this strange feeling.

"What did you find?" Xie Yuchen asked.

Instead of wasting time trying to figure out an invisible answer yourself, it’s better to have someone more mysterious answer it.

Yan Bucun had seen this device before, behind a door. It was usually used to test members of the Yan family who possessed special abilities.

This special ability is red line manipulation. The Yan family members who possess this power are placed in a closed space, and then holes are smashed in the walls on all sides. Yan Guangshan then stands outside to allow the red line to drill in and carry out uninterrupted attacks.

If you can understand the trick, you can use your own red line to survive the dense red lines of Yan Guangshan, but if not, what awaits you will be the most inhumane cutting here, piece by piece, very slowly, starting with your skin, then your muscles, bones and internal organs...

Yan Bucun hugged Zhang Qiling tightly, and did not answer Xie Yuchen's question. He just said to everyone, "Come to me!"

His urgent tone made Xie Yuchen realize the crisis, so he pulled Wu Yu and the fat man over.

"Xiao Fuzi, there's no need to stick so close to me." The fat man's face was forced to squeeze against Yan Bushun's back. The distance between them being so close was really uncomfortable. Moreover, it was quiet all around and he didn't notice anything unusual.

Yan Bucun used a red thread to pull everyone together like small shrimps, and said, "You must stick close to me and never leave my side."

As he said this, he bit his lip, pulled out one hand and wiped the blood, then wiped it onto his red line. In an instant, countless threads above fell down and rushed towards everyone like sharp arrows.

But except for Yan Bucun, we are all ordinary people. How can we see the dangers lurking in the darkness?

Xie Yuchen's ears moved slightly. He knew that the mechanism was activated, but he couldn't see anything coming out. However, he still had to be cautious in his heart, so he tapped Wu Yu and the fat man's shoulders and covered his mouth and nose with his hands, fearing that it was some colorless and odorless poisonous gas.

But obviously, this time his guess was more than a little wrong.

Because like the sound of swords clashing, a powerful clanging sound came from above his head. Everyone stared at it in confusion, but saw that the space seemed to be cut apart, causing some invisible turbulence, but then, a spark suddenly appeared.

The red line of Yan Bu Cun gathered everyone and formed a flawless protective shield, while the remaining small part confronted the red line above.

"What on earth is this thing? Why can't we see it? Xiaohua, Fatty, can you see it?" Wu Xie exclaimed. He couldn't hold his breath in the end, but he didn't faint for a long time, so he loosened his hands that were covering his mouth and nose.

The fat man also stared at the sparks above his head in confusion, as if observing what was happening in this silent battle. "I didn't see it. Oh my god, is this a superpower? Is this still one of those regular tombs I explored before?!"

"Ever since that octopus-like monster appeared, this place has become unconventional." Xie Yuchen gave a decisive answer.

At this time, Zhang Qiling rubbed Yan Bucun's arm slightly because of the movement above his head, but there was still no sign of waking up.

However, his actions did attract Yan Bucun's attention, and when he lowered his head, he felt that he had also entered Zhang Qiling's consciousness.

Perhaps it was Xiaocun's soul that served as the hub, Yan Buyun actually stopped moving his limbs and saw Zhang Qiling in the pitch-black environment.

Zhang Qiling was now kneeling in front of a stone platform made of meteorite jade, tightly holding a person's hand. When Yan Buchun approached, the jealousy that had just arisen in his mind disappeared when he saw the person in front of him with his own eyes. He could not have imagined that the person lying on the platform with a big hole in his heart and blood turning into beads that kept pouring out was actually his younger self!

After observing for a while, Yan Bucun was also thinking about what time period this was. He seemed to be more mature than when he was a child in the sect, but his physical age was not stagnant at all.

The body of a young man of thirteen or fourteen is somewhere in between.

This is the memory that Yan Bucun lost and also belongs to Xiaocun.

He was distracted and moved closer, trying to feel Zhang Qiling's reaction with his fingertips, but he felt a chill. But before he could smell it, he felt someone poking his back.

"Who?" Yan Bucun pulled back cautiously, only to see that the person coming was Zhang Qiling.

His eyes quickly swept across the two identical Zhang Qilings, and suddenly he realized that at this moment, he could see their appearances clearly and not just their souls!

Zhang Qiling tilted his head, and this action seemed to express all his doubts.

How did you get in?

Surprisingly easy to understand.

"Maybe, I was sucked in when I received Xiao Cun." Yan Bu Cun answered seriously, but he still looked around and understood something from Zhang Qiling's words, so he asked, "Have you been here before?"

"Yeah." Zhang Qiling answered without asking any further questions.

But Yan Buyun rushed to his side as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, "Aqi, do you know how to get out of here? Wu Yu and the others are still outside. If I'm not here, they may not be able to defeat them..."

Before he could finish his words, he was frightened by Zhang Qiling's anxious gaze.

"Finish it." Zhang Qiling's voice was muffled. His eagerness was reflected in his clenched fists, and the pain of his nails digging into his flesh and blood. When he spoke again, there was some barely perceptible anger, "You must finish it."

Yan Bucun knew what he meant, so he turned his gaze to the memories of the past, where Zhang Qiling was peeled off by the red line and thrown aside, his life or death unknown, and Yan Guangshan appeared anxiously at this moment.

Perhaps some plan failed, so Yan Guangshan could only vent his anger on the stone platform. He punched hard but did not dare to hit Xiao Cun. However, the vibration also caused the beads that did not fall off the stone platform to roll down.

Yan Guangxian moved his gaze towards the red jade bead vigilantly, but saw that a few seconds after the bead fell to the ground, it was suddenly grasped by something, and then turned into a pool of water and melted into the ground.

"Zhang Qiling, you really have a good plan..." Yan Guangxian said abruptly, his whole body filled with murderous intent. He walked a few steps to Zhang Qiling and picked him up.

His hands were twisted beyond recognition from the beating just now, with bones dislocated and bursting out of the flesh. Blood flowed from Zhang Qiling's lifted wrist and slowly slid to other parts.

But Yan Guangshan was completely unaware of this. He just vented his anger on Zhang Qiling, wishing he could tear him apart and eat him. "Do you think I can give up just by dispersing his soul? His body, everything about him, is a tool for me to revive. Who are you? Everyone calls you a god, so do you really think you are a god?!"

Yan Bucun's heart trembled violently because of Yan Guangshan's words, and then he covered Zhang Qiling's ears with his hands.

"Don't listen." Yan Bucun softened his voice. Although it was not as passionate as whispering in the ears, the concern in it was obvious.

Zhang Qiling felt that his ears were touched by the scorching hands, and inevitably turned red due to the heat, but his heart was much tougher than Yan Bucun had imagined.

Zhang Qiling's clear voice was in sharp contrast to Yan Bucun's tenderness and Yan Guangshan's curses. He replied, "I want to listen."

At this time, Yan Bugun was stunned for only a moment, then he put his hand down. Then, he could only watch Yan Guangxin continue to abuse Zhang Qiling.

First there was the verbal attack, then the cutting of the red line, flesh and blood flying, and the person he was reluctant to part with became Yan Guangxian's sacrifice, plaything, and object of his anger at will!

But every drop of Zhang Qiling's blood was properly stored by Yan Guangshan in a white jade coffin. He hated Zhang Qiling, but he had to need Zhang Qiling, because Qilin blood was the only way to slow down his physical decline.

Yan Bucun was so angry that he almost went up to mess up the illusion of Yan Guangshan in the past. Fortunately, Zhang Qiling pulled him back so that the final scene could continue. Yan Guangshan, who looked like a monster, suddenly knelt down. He didn't know where the Heluo fish crawled out from, which made his angry eyes flash with a gleam of light.

He used one of the tentacle of the Heluo fish to wrap around his arm, and then he pulled out another tentacle and sucked the Qilin blood in the white jade coffin.

Zhang Qiling just half-opened his eyes, silently, looking down at Yan Guangshan's crazy expression and his skillful movements as if he had done it thousands of times.

Tick…tick…

Zhang Qiling's wound was still dripping with blood. At the same time, the tentacles that served as blood transfusion tubes were constantly wriggling. Yan Guangxian suppressed the pain until it became unbearable. He staggered from his kneeling position to the ground. His constant struggle and pain made the Qilin blood shuttle through his blood vessels like a worm.

Veins bulged, muscles cramped, and bones seemed to be broken and reconnected. His brain, which had been trying hard to maintain clarity, became dull, until he absorbed half of the coffin's blood and completely fainted on the ground.

Zhang Qiling, who was tied up with a red thread, just watched his blood being taken away by the monstrous Yan Guangshan. His blood did not stop, but dripped down the wound drop by drop like water formed in a cave.

tick...

The last drops of tears were Yan Bucun's tears of pity for Zhang Qiling.

"It's over." Zhang Qiling had no interest in helping Yan Bucun wipe his face. He just watched the constantly twisting space and let the strange force pull him towards the light.

The Zhang Qiling of the past retreated into the darkness, allowing the pain to be erased by time.

Yan Bucun took a last look at Zhang Qiling, but the other party slowly raised his head and looked at him as if they were separated by countless light years, "You..."

He didn't finish his words, and it seemed to be just an illusion. Zhang Qiling there finally moved his gaze away from Yan Bucun, and then fixed his gaze on Xiaocun. Suddenly, he pursed his lips slightly, with a smile that was too light.

Yan Bucun was pulled out, and when he opened his eyes, he was faced with Xie Yuchen's wild swing of the dragon-patterned stick after his protective shield had faded, and Wu Yu and the fat man's guns firing bullets indiscriminately.

They are still alive.

Zhang Qiling stood up from Yan Bucun's arms, drew his sword, and joined the task of fighting against Hong Xian. He had a smile on his face that needed to be savored and observed repeatedly to be discovered from the smallest details. It was an overlap with his past self, an expression of joy that he was glad that the person he cherished was still alive.