Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

In order to prevent the snakes from attacking again, Yan Bugun used his last bit of willpower to cover himself and Zhang Qiling with red lines, apparently to block the strange sight. After all, they had just fought each other a few months ago, and they would not let down their guard just because of this trip.

After doing all this, Yan Bucun spoke, "Aqi."

His brain seemed to be burning into paste, and even his whispered voice sounded low and hoarse, as if all the moisture in his throat had been dried up.

Zhang Qiling, who was facing him, closed his eyes. After realizing that the heat from his body had been successfully drawn away, he scratched the other person's palm with trembling fingertips, which was considered a conscious response.

Yan Bucun tightly grasped Zhang Qiling's hand, then loosened it slightly.

Zhang Qiling didn't open his eyes until he felt that he had completely cooled down. He looked around and saw the dense red lines surrounding him. So, just as he was about to draw his sword and chop him, he saw Yan Bucun's head lowered a little more, and then all the red lines faded away on their own.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Qiling knew that this was a way for the people in front of him to protect each other. Then, he swiftly carried Yan Bucun, who was still enduring the agony, on his back and stood up.

"You woke up early!" Guaiguai said jokingly, with a high-pitched ending.

He had obviously been squatting in the corner for a long time, but he showed no signs of impatience. Instead, he was eating the tomatoes in revenge like a child.

After he had eaten his fill, he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, but in fact he was observing whether Yan Bucun showed any signs of waking up. When he saw that the other party was still unconscious, he once again plotted to steal his soul in his heart.

However, he quickly dismissed this bad idea because Zhang Qiling was looking at him, making him not know where to put his hands. He himself was puzzled as to why he was always worried about doing this or that wrong only when facing this person. It was obviously Zhang Qiling who stabbed him last time, but he didn't care at all.

On the contrary, he was more afraid that he would do something to anger the other party and make their already dull relationship even more strained. After all, the importance of Yan Bucun to Zhang Qiling was impossible to assess, and bringing bad luck to others was not something Guaiguai wanted.

Unfortunately, Guaiguai's presence was not strong, so several minutes had passed since he asked the question, and Zhang Qiling on the other end had no intention of responding. It was only after he saw Guaiguai's tentacles had killed all the snakes that he suddenly came to his senses and replied in a calm and stingy voice, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. That's just the beginning." Guaiguai quickly followed the instructions in his words and admitted the credit to prove that he was also useful.

Then, Guaiguai put down the empty box, rolled his eyes, and felt that it was not good to litter here, so he picked up the box and stuffed it into Zhang Qiling's bag.

However, this behavior is not good either.

But Guaiguai obviously had no idea about this, and Zhang Qiling did not observe his thoughts.

After a while, Zhang Qiling moved, he walked past the monster and picked up the knife.

It was Guaiguai who broke the silence again, "Next, do you want to go out, or continue to go in?"

He asked simply, seemingly without any extra thoughts.

"He needs treatment." Zhang Qiling did not answer these two questions, but it was obvious from the man's words that he chose the former.

After all, compared to Yan Guangshan, whom he had never met before, he would of course make Yan Bucun's safety his first choice without hesitation.

Although Zhang Qiling couldn't express his gratitude to Yan Bucun for his help over the past few months with words, he would express his gratitude through actions.

After hearing this, Guaiguai nodded obediently, but still stared at Yan Bucun, who had not yet regained consciousness, with obvious hostility, and replied through gritted teeth, "Okay."

Zhang Qiling grasped the hilt of the knife, turned around and walked back the way he came, while Guaiguai followed slowly behind him. It was a rare moment of peace and quiet. The water from the Tianchi Lake mixed with the blood of the snakes receded little by little, and the rest of the mechanisms began to reset themselves.

Lian Yan Bucun's originally mentioned five main trunks and thirty-six branches began to close together, and finally overlapped, forming a long straight road.

The lights on the side wall were brightly lit, reflecting the countless knives that Yan Xiaonan had used, until Zhang Qiling came to the center of the well mouth, pried the rock, and asked Guaiguai to cooperate in applying mucus to seal the spring tightly, to ensure that the next time the groundwater swam away, no fish among the group of mimic snakes would be caught and crawl ashore.

Then, they swam up. Zhang Qiling knew that Yan Guangshan was inside at this moment, because when he turned around, he could clearly see that this small bronze city was being supported by countless red lines, straightening it. It was gradually recovering its former glory. All the water plants attached to it were peeled off, even revealing the real green copper skin...

Yan Guangshan preserved this piece of pure land.

After that, Guaiguai no longer ran around and traveled around. He suppressed his killing instinct and the desire to kill Yan Bucun, and as a monster, he wandered from one tomb to another with Zhang Qiling and Yan Bucun.

But his purpose was never the scattered red jade beads. Only he himself knew that the hatred that Zhang Qiling had once inflicted on him had now turned into a twisted and abnormal love like Stockholm.

With this love, he ignored all the pain, transformed himself into a real monster, and survived crisis after crisis with Zhang Qiling.

Until, with the cooperation of the three people, the final number of red jade beads had reached an astonishing ninety-four.

The following notes almost all recorded Zhang Qiling's solo story. One day, he proposed that he wanted to break away from Yan Bucun's care and practice life skills on his own. He survived in the wild and even explored a tomb alone to take out a new red jade bead. However, Yan Bucun and Guaiguai were completely forgotten in the ten years of his life.

Until the amnesiac Zhang Qiling was completely reborn. He used a completely different posture, the double soft blades that he had trained for many years, and reappeared in front of Wu Yu in a white suit as bright as the moon.

He lost all his memories, even Yan Bucun and Guai Guai who had fought side by side with him. He forgot the nightmare he once had of being afraid that Wu Yu would abandon him. He only remembered the name that lingered in his mind many years ago and even today.

With his persistence and sincerity, he told Wu Yu his extremely strong loyalty.

So, this is the truth about why Zhang Qiling joined the ten-year plan without hesitation for Wu Di. He not only protected the people he cherished, but also investigated his forgotten past.

Through clever judgment, relying only on the few painful red jade beads in his hand and all the available clues around him, he finally found out the relationship between the Wang family and the mysterious force, but obviously, that was not a completely correct answer.

He stopped at the Wang family and didn't even enter the operations department, and this was all he did in the past ten years.

Zhang Qiling has never come close to the truth itself, but he has always been stubborn and refused to give up these stupid things.

"But don't you think that, if we talk about the three souls and seven spirits, the number of red jade beads far exceeds the prescribed number?" Wu Yu asked this question after listening to Yan Bucun's self-narration.

Yan Bucun seemed to have heard it. He raised his eyes first, but glanced at Hei Xiazi before he began to speak, "I have discovered it a long time ago. From what Hei Ye has seen, even Chen Jinshui has the red jade bead in his hand...

But what is certain is that as long as Xiao Cun can absorb them, it can be proved that it is indeed my soul. But if I have to come up with a convincing answer, I think the most likely answer is that the soul has fissioned from the beginning. "

"Then how many beads are there? We haven't collected them all in so many years, and Xiao Cun is still in Brother Qi Ling's body. He won't run around for his whole life and never be able to collect them all, right?!" The fat man is not a pessimist.

But as he listened to Yan Bucun leading Zhang Qiling to travel all over the country, he still felt that the area was too large and it would take more than ten years to find everything. Would it take another twenty, thirty years... and then an unlimited number of years?

Hei Xiazi put the notebook back into his bag, and after turning his gaze to Yan Bu Cun, he began to answer Fatty's question with his own understanding, "Let's think in the simplest way. What if God just wants to round it up to a hundred?"

"Why do you think so?" Xie Yuchen didn't understand Hei Xiazi's joke.

Zhang Qiling, however, suddenly felt a dull pain in his head. He let go of Wu Xiaogou in his arms and was stunned for several seconds. His pupils seemed a little unfocused. Finally, he said inexplicably, "Twice."

"What do you mean?" Wu Yu looked at them as if they were playing a puzzle. Curiosity prompted him to quickly stand up and lean on the fat man's shoulder to stabilize his body. "How did you discover this pattern?"

"I saw it." Zhang Qiling pointed his head with his index finger, which was filled with a memory that had just been restored. That was the scene when Yan Bucun had his heart cut open by Yan Guangshan. The endless flow of red jade beads was due to fission, and the number of fission was twice as much.

Seven became fourteen, fourteen became twenty-eight... and they continued to accumulate until today. Together with the red jade beads that Zhang Qiling had collected alone, the number had reached an astonishing ninety-seven. Among the three that had not been found, one was in Chen Jinshui's hands, and the rest had never been discovered.

Zhang Qiling wanted to describe the appearance of the remaining red jade beads, but he couldn't say it clearly. He pressed his Adam's apple with one hand and felt a sharp pain even when rolling up and down.

"Is your throat uncomfortable?" Yan Bucun just stretched out his hand and wanted to pat Zhang Qiling's back, but was hit by Zhang Qiling.

This young man used a lot of strength when he pushed his hand away. If Yan Bucun hadn't pulled it away quickly, there would have been a sound of bone breaking.

Yan Bucun tried not to show his emotions. After confirming that Zhang Qiling had recovered, he seriously provided everyone with ideas, "Now we are not concerned about the beads, but the bronze bell that was still on Wu Yu's body."

"What do you have in mind?" The fat man was originally imagining wildly, but now when he heard the content involving his own innocent little boy, he became particularly persistent.

Yan Bucun's eyes turned accurately to the fat man. Although his eyes seemed a little hazy, he felt as if he was pierced through. "Go find a place where you can take it out."

"Where? Please speak clearly, Mr. Yan." Xie Yuchen maintained a kind attitude, but the hand holding the dragon-patterned stick showed that if this person kept silent, he would have plenty of ways to make him surrender.

But Yan Bucun was not in a hurry. Even though he sensed the murderous intent steaming around him, he still spoke gently and slowly, "The largest tomb under the Yan family's ancestral home."

"Still going to Laoai Village?" The fat man was the first to react.

Unexpectedly, Yan Bucun shook his head and said, "That is the base established by Yan Ran who changed his surname to Yan Guang to deal with the aftermath. We are going to the Qinling Mountains and Huaihe River area."

"Where exactly is it?" Hei Xia Zi's eyes hidden behind his sunglasses looked at Yan Bucun dangerously. He had been there before, but he didn't know if it was a place that could help Wu Yu.

But who knows, Yan Bucun seemed to be able to hear Hei Xiazi's inner thoughts. His scattered expression suddenly focused, as if he was admiring the other party's intelligence, or just because of interest, he became a little sharp. When he spoke, his voice was a little cunning, "The places you have been to."