Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

At this time, Xie Yuchen, who thought Wu Yu would wake up soon, was carrying the food he bought for everyone and renewed the hospital fees for two more days at the cashier. Then, he hurriedly got on the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor.

After the elevator door opened, Xie Yuchen went to the door of Wu Yu's ward, but before he got close, he found that the fat man was talking to Song Ming, the attending physician who had been tied up by him at a high price.

Xie Yuchen looked at the fat man's madness but didn't find it scary. It might be because everyone had gone through life and death together underground, which made them more tacitly understand each other's emotions. So he understood the fat man's confusion, worry and panic, and knew the feeling of being able to hold Wu Yu's body tightly but not getting a definite answer from beginning to end.

So, Xie Yuchen clenched the plastic bag tightly, but he was worried that the fat man, who had not eaten or drunk anything, would fall down next.

"Fatty, I bought some midnight snacks. Eat first. We'll talk about Wu Yu's matter later." Xie Yuchen didn't observe for too long. He stepped forward quickly and increased the distance between the fat man and the doctor, causing the shaking plastic bag to make an ear-piercing sound.

This blocking action made Song Ming breathe a sigh of relief. He lowered his head and first glanced at the minute hand of the watch on his wrist, which was only half an hour away from the next morning. Then he looked up and nodded gratefully to Jie Yuchen, and then said a set of clichés that the elders had said thousands of times before he dared to really leave, "Health is the capital of revolution, Mr. Wang, eating is important, I'm leaving first!"

After saying that, Song Ming rolled up his white coat and left quickly. He rushed straight to the elevator and repeatedly pressed the down button with his hand. While waiting for the elevator to come, he paced back and forth without stopping. Chunchun was so scared that he was afraid that the fat man would stop him again.

Xie Yuchen stood there, still kindly, watching the doctor leave with a smile. Then he turned his gaze to the fat man. He knew that he had no reason and no qualifications to judge whether the fat man's behavior was right or wrong.

After all, ever since they sent Wu Di to the hospital, they have used money to dominate this doctor countless times. The doctor was not tired of doing this, and he could still maintain such a good attitude with only the coins in his pocket that were not enough to fill his teeth. It was purely because of his high quality.

The fat man stood there awkwardly without moving as he watched the doctor leave. When he came to his senses, he subconsciously reached out his hand to help Xie Yuchen share the burden.

But Xie Yuchen shook his head, smiled comfortingly, dodged his hand, and raised his chin, "Let's eat on the chair outside the ward. I'm afraid the smell will wake Wu Yu up."

The fat man's expression darkened, but then he quickly forced out his usual smile. Perhaps, at this moment he finally realized that he was also a patient who needed care.

"Uncle Hua, did you buy Buddha Jumps Over the Wall or shark fin? Could it be Australian lobster? What good thing can wake up that sleepyhead Tian Zhen?" The fat man didn't care about anything else. He suppressed all his negative emotions, sat down on the cool bench, and said jokingly.

Xie Yuchen put down the bag, but he didn't seem to want to be praised or let the fat man guess. He broke the suspense and opened it directly. "It's not that high-end, just beef bone soup and noodles with soybean paste."

"What's the big deal? Not everything edible is good. My teeth are hurting from chewing on compressed biscuits these days. Wait... Uncle Hua, why don't we ask Uncle Hei to come out and share? It's not good for the two of us to eat alone, right?!" Although the fat man said this, he didn't move his butt and had no intention of calling anyone to come and eat.

Xie Yuchen, who had already taken apart the disposable chopsticks and carefully roughened the edges, looked up at the fat man, then his brows relaxed and he laughed. This should be... one of the few good moods he had in the past two days. "It's exciting to eat alone, isn't it? Besides, that person knows when he's hungry or full, and he won't starve to death because of skipping a meal."

Although Xie Yuchen said so, the fat man clearly saw that the man prepared four servings. But when the other party finished mixing the noodles and then covered his mouth, the fat man could not say anything, but Xie Yuchen still explained.

"After I went downstairs just now, Hei Xia Zi called me and told me not to let anyone else into the ward for the time being." Xie Yuchen replied.

His words were vague and unclear, and the fat man blinked his eyes. Why didn't he let others in, including himself? Aren't we brothers who share weal and woe?

But the next second, the fat man was stuffed with another big mouthful of soup. He could only gulp it down, and swallowed the remaining noodles in his mouth.

"I can see it doesn't taste good. It's true that the food you buy nearby is not good. When Wu Yu wakes up, I'll have time to go farther away and bring you better ones." Xie Yuchen said this, but despite the fat man's resisting eyes, he still fed him a big mouthful of new noodles with soybean sauce, as lovingly as a grandmother feeding her own child.

Hei Xia Zi, who was only separated from them by a wall, was leaning against the window, sneering as he watched Yan Xiaonan trying hard to roll up the red thread and use it as a spear.

"Old man, you are not as capable as your son." Hei Xiazi looked at Yan Xiaonan standing under the street light, carefully weaving a pure handicraft. He felt like he was watching a fool performing, so he continued to taunt, "If you were Yan Buyun, you would have flown up to me in a few seconds."

"You said it was a hypothesis! This hypothesis is true for you but not for me. It is my right to give you things however I want!" Yan Xiaonan raised his head in anger, but this look made Hei Xiazi laugh even more happily in his eyes.

Because Yan Xiaonan's appearance was really too funny. The warm light sprinkled on his body but did not bring any warmth. It was almost dawn in the northeast, and it was so cold that people's teeth were chattering. The wind was howling, and the telephone poles were shaking. Moreover, Hei Xiazi could clearly see that the mist exhaled by Yan Xiaonan had formed a layer of ice on the half of his beard that he had plucked off.

But Hei Xiazi lazily propped his hand on his chin and continued to look at him with interest. If it was Yan Bucun standing here and giving him a gift instead of this weird old man, it would probably be much more pleasing to the eye...

The ultimate beauty brought by the red lines flying and whipping in the snow was different from the dark red and mottled lines like Yan Xiaonan's. Hei Xia Zi did not want to emit the idea of ​​praising Yan Bu Cun from his mind. Finally, he shifted his gaze and looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance. He dispelled those wonderful thoughts in an unknown number of minutes before turning his head to continue staring at Yan Xiaonan.

Yan Xiaonan did not realize that Hei Xia Zi was distracted. After all, he was shivering from the cold wind, but he had to use his hands, which were as swollen as radishes, to weave a flower basket. He was exhausted both physically and mentally, and he was asking for trouble. I wonder what kind of green tea behavior he was doing to make people feel sorry for him.

Hei Xia Zi looked for a long time and became so sleepy that he began to yawn, but he never asked Yan Xiaonan what he was going to give him. Maybe he had lived long enough, so he felt that sometimes, leaving some suspense for each other would at least make certain opportunities seem more unexpected.

It was not until Yan Xiaonan tied the twisted spear tightly to the flower basket and inserted the tail end into the ground that Hei Xia Zi realized how long the old man had rubbed it. It was like a mutated carnivorous plant, rushing straight to the fourth floor of the hospital. In fact, Yan Xiaonan calculated more than just this, he even took into account the height of the foundation.

Hei Xiazi raised his eyebrows. He could take the thing down with just a stretch of his hand. He lowered his head and looked at the thing in his arms. It was not heavy to pick up. It was rectangular and tightly wrapped with red thread, like something that must be cherished.

"Classic of Mountains and Seas?" After opening it, Hei Xia Zi was stunned. He quickly stuck his head out of the window, and his sunglasses were almost blown away by the wind. But he couldn't stop the scolding. "Fuck, are you kidding me? Why give me this? Let me know which monster in it you are!"

"You are indeed a cultured person." Yan Xiaonan felt that his mental state was not right when he talked with Hei Xia Zi. He pursed his lips and finally concluded that it was because he had been with young people for too long. Then, he said, "Brother Hei, you guessed right! I have highlighted the key points in it, but you can choose to know it alone or with others. But I remind you that there are some things that some people should know at this moment, while some people may not know it until many years later."

"Who is your brother? Don't try to make connections. Besides, old man, what kind of riddle are you trying to tell me by giving me this book?" Hei Xiazi was so angry that he broke the connection between the flower basket and the spear that were still stuck by the window. It was as crisp as breaking a long icicle. But who knew that before he could continue to go crazy, Yan Xiaonan below had already slipped away.

Hei Xia Zi could only turn around with a heart full of confusion and anger, and sit down on the chair beside Wu Mi's bed. He crossed his legs, took off his gloves and casually tucked them into his pocket.

The next second, he flipped through the folded pages. The fragile papers were as thin as a cicada's wing when he twisted them in his hands. Until Hei Xia Zi finished reading all the strokes written by Yan Xiaonan, he was shocked and almost overturned all his knowledge.

He trembled and pressed his fingertips hard on the paper, trying to prove that the words were just lies printed on it. However, Hei Xia Zi made a decision within a few minutes and finally chose to release his hand.

He must, must let Wu Yu know this, must...

"Have you heard of the story in the Classic of Mountains and Seas?" Hei Xia Zi flipped through the book that was so old that the pages had turned yellow and fallen off.

Then, he continued to read, seemingly not caring whether Wu Yu, who was in a coma, could hear him. "There are two cases of killing gods in it. I will explain to you the characters they correspond to.

The first one happened in Kunlun Mountain.

It’s for the immortality elixir…”

Wu Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, but there was no sign of waking up. However, it seemed that she could still vaguely hear Hei Xia Zi's voice.

"There is a mountain called Zhongshan, not far from Kunlun. There lives a candle dragon guarding the mountain. Throughout its life, it holds up a flame, illuminating the dark kingdom invisible to the world. You can think of it as the power behind the door. Of course, this is just my guess.

As for Zhulong, it also has a child named 'Gu', who has a human face and a dragon body."

Wu Yu's fingertips moved, probably subconsciously thinking about Hei Xia Zi's words, and Hei Xia Zi's movements of twisting the pages of the book were also very light, as if he was also recalling what he had seen.

"Gu was one of the participants in this plan to kill the gods, but there was another creature involved, that was Qin, a beast with a human face. Unfortunately, they succeeded in killing Baojiang, who was guarding the immortal medicine at the time.

However, these two strange species could not escape the punishment of the Emperor of Heaven. In the end, they died, but their evil spirits were still there, and they were protected by the Emperor's divine power. Therefore, they were only rarely reincarnated as evil birds that brought disease and war. "

Hei Xia Zi was flipping through the book. The story he told was not very appealing, but it was enough to make Wu Yu unconsciously integrate into the plot successfully even though he could not open his eyes.

"The disease disaster was caused by Yan Guangxin, and the war disaster was probably caused by Yan Xiaonan. As for Baojiang, I feel it might be Zhang Qiling from generation to generation... However, these are just my guesses, and I don't know if you know them." Hei Xiazi said to himself, but as if he didn't expect to get an answer from Wu Yu at all, he continued:

"Later, the second case of killing gods occurred. It was Erfu, a snake-like creature with a human face, and Wei, the fifth star in the north, which foretells disaster. The two of them, the ruler and his minister, worked together to kill the Emperor of Heaven's favorite god, Zuoyu."

It seems that the creatures in this story are too obscure to describe. Hei Xiazi reacted for a while before continuing, "Er Fu is the king, but the main villain of this god-killing is Wei. I prefer to introduce them simply as the former Jun, which means fierce tiger, and the latter Wei, which means sharp claws.