Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

"Tian Zhen, stop touching it. You've almost rolled the bones into a shiny surface. I'm getting goose bumps!!!" the fat man shouted.

Only after he stared at Wu Yu and stopped exploring the mysteries of the human skeleton did he put down his hands that were constantly rubbing his arms.

As for Chao Xu, Wu Mi was like being possessed by a ghost. He sighed, stood up in confusion, and muttered something to himself. The fat man could only hear his lips moving, followed by a clicking sound similar to that of beetles colliding, and his teeth rubbing against each other, which made people's ears itchy and their scalp numb.

"Tian Zhen...are you okay?" The fat man had thought that this might be a sign that Wu Yu was about to get sick.

His innocence in the past was expressed in such a strange posture, as he vomited and spit out blood, shaking and supporting his body which was already fragile enough to be vulnerable, begging that his only goal in this life was to find his brother.

His repeated madness and obsession are still engraved in his mind. What's more, the fat man could not ignore the fact that Tiannai touched the mechanism before. However, his good intention of thinking that if he did not touch the critical point of Tiannai, other irreversible things would not happen seemed to be wrong after all.

The fat man stepped forward quickly, opened his arms, and prepared to hug Wu Yu to comfort him, but who knew that the other party pushed him away with such great force that it was as perverted as when he broke the little finger of a bronze statue with his bare hands before.

The fat man stood still, and the next moment, he hurriedly shone the flashlight on Wu Yu's profile. He narrowed his eyes into slits, trying to see the expression of the person opposite him at this moment.

But Wu Yu's expression was not dull as imagined. Instead, he had a bright smile on his face. The curve of his lips and the meaning revealed in his eyes made it seem as if he was at the top of the predator chain, looking down on all the lower creatures below him. There was a different kind of evil in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and he was shrewd and arrogant.

This made the fat man almost think that he had fallen into the other party's trap, but Wu Yu's face was too pale, as if all the blood had been drained away in an instant, making him look as cold and weak as a paper ghost.

The fat man rubbed his sore shoulder from being pushed, and approached him again in a friendly manner, but he did not walk very slowly, probably to give Wu Yu some time to see through him or react, "Naive, naive? Can you hear me?"

His tone was like coaxing a child, and there was a smile on his face that said, "You won't be able to do that again, will you?" It seemed like it would be easy for them to get closer to each other.

The moment the fat man took a step, Wu Yu's muttering finally became much slower, but it seemed as if the ground began to resonate with him, and it actually emitted an immortal bell sound that had lasted for thousands of years.

They began to sway in a unified rhythm, like the clashing of swords and the buzzing of weapons. It was of no use for the fat man to cover his ears tightly. So he threw away the flashlight, gritted his teeth, and began to walk firmly in the direction of Wu Yu.

While groping in the dark, the fat man walked forward, but found something cold sticking to his arms repeatedly, as if trying to stop him from getting close to Wu Yu. But the fat man was not a fool. He cursed the ancestors of these skeletons that gathered towards him in his heart for eighteen generations. Relying on such anger, he endured the congestion in his ears and kept moving forward.

Witnessing his stubbornness, Wu Yu, in the darkness, actually let his left eye, which was stained with a little scarlet, shed tears of his own clarity.

Wu Yu knew what was going on. From the moment he destroyed the mechanism, everything was out of control. He could hear the wailing of those beings underground who thought he was a monster. The bells kept vibrating, as if they were celebrating the return of their lost mother.

However, with such brainwashed thoughts in mind, I was unable to make my consciousness resist the oppression of the mysterious power. I even acted according to what it told me, thus putting everyone in danger.

Wu Yi's fingertips now rested on his Adam's apple with difficulty, trying to control the sound coming from his throat that was constantly coming out of his lips and tongue. The skeletons leaning on the wall beside him were pulled up one after another by invisible things. Thousands of bones gathered together, and they grabbed his wrist with their coldness that was enough to pierce his bones.

He was like an evil wizard who was set up on a pedestal, being attacked by the dark power he had unexpectedly gained, and became a sacrificed guy. However, they did not really hurt Wu Yu. He was just crowded to the highest peak, causing the fat man who had just crawled over to miss his pounce.

But fortunately, the ringing of the bell did a good thing after all. After Yan Bucun saw the strange man off, the rest of the people woke up from the shock of the monkey's wailing.

Hei Xia Zi jumped up with a somersault, horrified by the nightmare of blindness he had just had. But when he touched his sunglasses, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Yan Bucun.

The other person's white collar was a little dirty and his hair was burnt, as if it had been burned by something.

However, he had no time to joke at this time. Hei Xiazi could only pull up Zhang Qiling, who had regained consciousness but was pale. Then, he tightened his usually smiling face and asked Yan Bucun, "They are probably on the upper level of the Demon City. Do you know where we are now?"

"Go upstairs." Yan Bucun replied and extended his hand to Chaoxu, but it was obvious that the other party had no intention of reconciliation.

Chaoxu just hugged Xiangyang, who no longer looked like a human being, tightly, as if he had cherished the treasure again after the panic of its disappearance.

Yan Bucun's eyes narrowed slightly,

He knew that Chaoxu was no longer susceptible to any stimulation.

"Go down." Zhang Qiling didn't have time to take care of what was going on between them. He just stood beside Hei Xia Zi. Moreover, he had already drawn out the black gold ancient sword, ready to deal with danger. However, his condition did not look very good.

Yan Bugun could roughly guess that something must have happened to Wu Xiu in the illusion, which made him so frightened.

Afterwards, Yan Bucun twisted the ends of his burnt hair and walked towards the dark corridor. He did not blew on the hair in his hand until he broke it easily.

Only his illusions were mixed with reality, only his pain and burning were real. Was this a revelation from Guai Guai? Yan Bucun put his hand on the open chest again. The blood seemed to have dried up, and the wound was scabbing at an unimaginable speed. He could feel that it was Guai Guai's saliva that was helping him heal, or to put it more simply, Guai Guai didn't want him to die.

Was it for the purpose of fusion? Or was it just to possess Zhang Qiling?

These doubts are important, but more importantly, he needs to reunite with others. He has not found Qi yet, and Wu Yu's illness also needs treatment.

At this moment, Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling were walking side by side, while Chao Xu followed slowly behind them holding Xiang Yang. The air was filled with a strong smell similar to that of burning marine life, but everyone just sniffed as if nothing had happened. After all, Xiang Yang was already smelly enough.

The brisk black bear said that the smell of the same kind would eventually cause physiological nausea, and only if one had enough love for the dead guy could one ignore the unpleasant smell that made one vomit.

The breeze brings endless restlessness.

"Did you hear anything?" Yan Xiaonan asked, then frowned and reached out to hold his long hair.

While the other person was pulling his hair, Huo Daof grabbed the man's crutch, and then used the crutch to push aside the vines and the eggs of the Heluo fish hanging above his head. Perhaps he had been with Jie Yuchen for too long that he became such a germaphobe.

When Yan Xiaonan turned around and saw Huo Daofu waving his cane, he replied slowly, "I heard it. The sound of the bell hurt my ears."

"In fact, we are lucky." Yan Xiaonan turned his head after getting the response, but he seemed to be smiling when he said this. However, he assured that Huo Daofu behind him would probably never see his true expression. He continued, "Although we are going down, we are the farthest away from it."

"What is it? Is it the thing we are looking for during this trip to capture the Lama?" Huo Daof asked Yan Xiaonan's point and analyzed it very thoroughly.

Yan Xiaonan neither denied nor admitted it, but simply replied, "Sure enough, taking you away was the best decision I ever made. You are smart, smarter than I thought."

Huo Dafu did not acknowledge this unreserved praise. Anyway, he thought that being acknowledged as intelligent now was not something to be happy about, because walking towards an unknown place with this stranger was the biggest gamble, but he could not stop, nor could he retreat.

Because the dealer has already taken all his weights.

His life is tied to this man, and they rise and fall together. He can only work here as an illegal worker with no daylight.

Huo Daof sighed. He now began to miss the time when Yan Bucun and Jie Yuchen gave him a lot of money and he only had to take care of Wu Yu. He didn't have to pretend to agree with them, nor did he have to live in fear. He didn't have to go to a place with this old man where he had no idea the end.

"Will you be angry if I ask you something more?" Huo Dafu asked tentatively. After all, the guy didn't say a word when he tried to snatch his cane.

Yan Xiaonan didn't look back. "Yes, if you can only open your mouth and ask irrelevant questions, then I will take back my previous praise for you, because I think you are really stupid now."

Huo Dafu clenched his crutch, and with some annoyance, he poked it into the wet and sticky eggs. He only dared to hum softly through his nose to express his displeasure. This was also a test. He wanted to see this man's tolerance for him and where his so-called bottom line was.

But after a while, Yan Xiaonan still did not explode, but seemed to have recalled something.

"Actually, you and my brother have very similar personalities."

Seeing that he was so easy to talk to, Huo Dafu asked, "How is he like him?"

"Tsundere." Yan Xiaonan suddenly turned around, took back the cane, and knocked it on the ground twice, "Besides, you are also very good at reading people's minds."

"I'm not your brother." Huo Dafu retorted.

The other party was not angry at being bumped into like this, and his tone was surprisingly softer, "I know, I just missed him."

Huo Daof thought that this was the only true words that Yan Xiaonan had ever spoken, and they came from the bottom of his heart.