Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

"Okay." Wu Yu compromised. This was the result of him forcefully suppressing the changes in his heart.

Zhang Qiling quickly gave the young man a look, signaling him to be ready. Then, his figure flashed quickly, pulling the fat man who had not yet reacted and making him stagger. Then he nimbly grabbed the long rope on his waist and swung it, accurately embedding the grappling hook into the wall.

The broken shells were so slippery that the hook head slid down several centimeters unstable.

Obviously, it was difficult for this fragile support point to bear the weight of two people, so they descended very quickly.

And when the rustling of wind jumped past his ears, the fat man's heart couldn't help but retreat. He listened to the creaking sound of metal and copper-like teeth grinding above his head, and couldn't help but hugged Zhang Qiling's thin waist tightly, ready to use himself as a cushion.

As a result, the opponent quickly changed positions with him in mid-air, and Zhang Qiling undoubtedly put himself in a lower position!

Zhang Qiling really trusted Yan Bucun, and even the fat man could see that he was gambling with his life.

The bottomless darkness was like a hungry beast ready to devour everything. The fat man had no way of arguing with Zhang Qiling about this, nor did he have the time, so he shone his flashlight in front of him. But this glimpse against the wind made his heart pound with fear.

Countless mollusks are clinging to the rusty copper wall. They have camouflaged bodies that are about to blend in with the environment, with only their huge eyeballs like rugby balls staring at themselves. There are trillions of them, with their eyeballs densely clustered together, and their bodies shrink slightly like maggots due to fear of the light.

The fat man's stomach was churning and he couldn't help but dry heave. Zhang Qiling noticed his physiological reaction and grabbed the back of his head, burying his face in the crook of his neck.

Just as Zhang Qiling expected, before reaching bottom, the big net woven by Yan Bucun instantly caught himself and the fat man.

But Zhang Qiling did not have the red jade beads at this time, and could not see the red lines. Therefore, his vision was unobstructed. With the help of the fat man's flashlight beam, he looked down and found that there was surging blood under him.

"I didn't expect you to come so soon." Yan Xiaonan was lying comfortably on the Internet with his arms and legs spread out, holding a crutch, and teasing as if he had survived a disaster.

But when Zhang Qiling turned his gaze back, he clearly understood that Yan Xiaonan was not really happy.

Yan Bucun was slumped in the sitting position, and it seemed that his physical condition had become worse. Behind him was a wall filled with a fishy smell. He now looked like he was about to lose control again. His face was as pale as paper, and his lips had no color. He was pressing his chest tightly, as if something there was brewing and was about to break out of his body.

Zhang Qiling rubbed the back of the fat man who was suffering from trypophobia, and the man retched uncontrollably a few times, but didn't vomit anything. Before Zhang Qiling could ask about Yan Bucun's condition, he saw a new person jumping down from above.

Hei Xia Zi looked around carelessly, while Xie Yuchen followed behind the awkward Huo Daofu, and Wu Yu landed safely under the protection of the young man.

Yan Bucun endured the discomfort in his body and spoke with difficulty, "This is the trial ground created by Yan Guangshan, or it. The next mechanism requires two people to complete. I need you, Aqi, to cooperate with Zhang Qiling. There are four holes hidden behind these Heluo fish..."

He didn't say much in detail, but after Zhang Qiling and the young man looked at each other, they obviously understood what Yan Bucun meant.

So the young man said calmly, "Yeah."

"Once the mechanism is activated, the water below will stop temporarily, revealing the passage to the next level. We have to continue from there." Yan Bucun's face was extremely pale. He probably couldn't hold up this invisible giant net for too long.

The young man nodded, and then he approached those disgusting monsters. He held his breath and peeled off the little octopuses with red eyes one by one with his hands. Their soft and sticky bodies made people feel uncomfortable, just like reaching into a highly decayed corpse and digging continuously.

Zhang Qiling was also taking action at the same time. Since Yan Bucun proposed this method, there must be a mechanism at this height. However, Yan Bucun knew that his current condition was not good, so he forced himself to give the command.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone stared with bated breath.

Finally, the young man found a clue. After jumping over the group of red little creatures, he finally found the hole. The entrance of the hole was full of octopus mucus, so when he inserted his finger into it, it inevitably made some disgusting muddy sounds.

At the same time, Zhang Qiling also stretched out two fingers and slowly probed into the hole behind He Luoyu. The length of the hole was very fine. It was only after it was completely immersed that he could touch the special button that seemed to be born at the end.

Zhang Qiling pointed and there was a "click" sound. The mechanism was activated and the undercurrent accumulated underneath quickly receded. The blood in the sink had been diluted. The bricks on the ground in the middle below suddenly pulled away to both sides, revealing a narrow hole.

At this moment, everyone seemed to be in the throat of a dragon, being swallowed like food.

The fat man thought of this idea and spit out the acid in his mouth. He tried hard to suppress his nausea and said, "This broken place is too weird. Let's go down quickly."

The fat man felt that when he said this, the thousands and thousands of eyes attached to the inner wall were staring at his back unwaveringly, making his spine feel cold.

Zhang Qiling and the young man pulled their hands out at the same time. They were in two different positions, but their actions were the same.

Wu Yu tilted his head and saw this, vaguely feeling that their similarities made him curious again to find out where Zhang Qiling came from, but deep down, he clearly had a definite answer, but he didn't want to accept the materialization of Lao Yang.

In fact, he always felt that from the beginning to the end, he had always reserved a place for this person in the barren land of his heart.

But the joy that had just risen up seemed to be suppressed by something. Wu Xie touched his neck and wanted to resist. He even thought about digging out the stupid bell, but who knows, maybe it was revenge because it didn't want to leave him. He began to cough uncontrollably.

Huo Daof was still pondering the big eyes of the Heluo fish, but when he heard Wu Yu's series of coughs, he immediately turned around.

"Tian Zhen, are you okay?!" The fat man didn't care whether he could go down or not. He quickly gathered around Wu Yu.

But Huo Daofu took out a handkerchief from his pocket and threw it into Wu Yu's hand. He blocked all the sights that wanted to pry into the truth. Until he was stared at by everyone, he angrily cursed, "Didn't you say there is a way to help Wu Yu here? Go down, what are you waiting for here?!"

Acting in that kind of outdated idol drama now is simply an insult to one's IQ! Huo Dafu would not allow himself to be surrounded by such a plot that lowered his intelligence, and this angry shout also made the fat man quickly come back to his senses.

The fat man's hand, which was originally intended to support Wu Xie, began to tremble, and in the end, the young man and Zhang Qiling held his palm together to comfort him.

Everyone knew what Wu Di's choking cough meant. Huo Daof only added a fig leaf to cover up such embarrassment. No one wanted to uncover it, and no one dared to reveal such a sad fact.

Just as Hei Xiazi clearly knew what Yan Bucun wanted to do, he still just helped the man up, pretended to tap his shoulder in a relaxed manner, and sighed softly, "Open your fishing net, the fish want to go home, right?"

With his support, Yan Bucun even had time and patience to adjust the frame of his glasses. Although from beginning to end, the glasses were of no use to him at all, but they were like a piece of thing with the same nature as Huo Dafu's handkerchief. It could cover up the facts that he could not see, hide those moments of emotion and confusion, and erase all the sadness, making him a person who could have a little bit of decency like a normal person.

"Yes, the fish are going home." After Yan Bucun finished speaking, his thin lips curved into a slightly curved arc, but that was obviously not an emotion of joy. Hei Xiazi didn't know how much of the complexity in it was understood.

Only Yan Xiaonan, who was watching this scene, thought he was an outsider and spoke the truth, but his answer was also confusing, "We are not fish, and that is not home."

What he wanted to say was that we are human beings. Even if we have lived for a thousand years and have characteristics different from those of ordinary people, we are still living people. And that is not our home, not the general's mansion where he and his brother grew up, nor is it the family affection that Yan Bushun longed for.

It is a cage, a prison, a horrible nightmare that binds it and traps each other. Moreover, fish should not enter undercurrents, otherwise you will lose your bright life. You will become the first creature with degenerated eyes in the dark water, and your heart will die completely along with your eyes.

You, without life, are of no value to him. Yan Xiaonan has always wanted to say this, but Yan Bucun stubbornly refuses to listen. The person who lives towards death cannot be pulled up by his old hands. Only... the one who brings him all the vitality and hope can do it.

"Yan Bu Cun." After Zhang Qiling calmed the fat man, he walked towards the three people who were about to go down.

This made Yan Bucun come back to his senses suddenly. His mind was reciting his own name, but there was no charm or emotion in it. Aqi called him with such a cold voice, but it did not bring any coldness. However, he used such an ordinary tone to hook his heart, which began to beat rapidly and could not stop.

Yan Bucun knew that he had fallen into his hands, so he forced himself to smile even more, turned his head, and lied in the most sincere tone, "I'm here."

This time, I may not be able to be here all the time.

Sorry, my God,

I'm sorry, Aqi.