Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Yan Bucun nodded, acknowledging Xiaocun's words, and then turned his gaze to the fat man, "Come and help me? Use your real skills as a Northern School tomb-robbing lieutenant."

The fat man, who was locked in such a wolf-like gaze, was obviously a little confused. He even pointed at himself in disbelief and asked with a puzzled look on his face:

"What? Your soul fusion technique can still allow me to show off my abilities?" He obviously didn't know his own importance.

However, Yan Bucun smiled slightly and answered patiently, "The magnetic field here is not stable. In the process of fusing the split souls, it may fall into chaos, causing the split souls to leave the body and fly uncontrollably away from the original orbit. And your Northern School of Kung Fu happens to have something that can test whether the soul exists in the surroundings..."

“Candles!” The fat man reacted instantly and took out all the candles in his bag. He praised Yan Bucun in a rude manner, “You are a cultured person. You speak in such a flowery way that I couldn’t understand what you said just now. However, Comrade Bucun, your jargon is really not good enough. After all, it can be summed up in three words… Ghost Blowing Out the Light!”

The fat man's behavior of praising the other party and boasting about his own abilities quickly livened up the tense atmosphere.

Under Yan Bucun's command, he arranged three candles into a regular triangle. The white wax had not yet been lit, but stood upright on the ground. It looked like a funeral and seemed even more eerie in this dark corridor.

"What I just said is just one situation that may occur halfway. Although the candle can determine the location of the soul, if the soul really cannot be brought together due to magnetic field problems, we will need someone to help return the overflowing soul to the body. At least we have to ensure that the three of us are safe." Yan Bucun looked at Hei Xia Zi and said this about the second situation.

Black Blind Man obviously knew better than Fatty why he was chosen. His eyes hidden behind his sunglasses narrowed cunningly, "Do you want me, the blind man, to catch him with my bare hands? I don't seem to have that kind of superpower, right?"

After saying this, Hei Xia Zi looked at the red line that Yan Bucun had already stretched out. The reason why the other party chose him was because he could see things that others could not see, but it was obvious that he also needed certain assistance.

Hei Xia Zi raised his right hand, and his fingertips touched the red line. In the blink of an eye, the red line quickly wrapped around his entire palm like a snake and covered it with a layer similar to a cotton glove.

Hei Xia Zi clenched his fists. Unexpectedly, he did not feel any strong restraint or control. When such a wonderful thing fell into his hands, he only felt like a thin layer of gauze, or just the soft light of the moon. He could actually feel this existence with his eyes and touch, but he could not really describe it.

"So handsome." Hei Xia Zi sighed sincerely, looking at the palms and backs of his hands repeatedly. He always had a feeling that he was chosen by heaven to be the protagonist. Perhaps it was because the lives of the three of them were now tied to his hands.

Then, Yan Bucun watched Hei Xiazi admire the red gloves before cutting off the source of the red thread. Hei Xiazi smiled, wrapped the tail of the thread around his wrist, and tied a twisted bow with one hand, "I'm ready, let's start now."

Yan Bucun looked at the other party's confident expression, then turned to look at Zhang Qiling and Guaiguai, nodded reassuringly, indicating that they should believe in himself, and then began to instruct everyone on the final matters.

“When the candle flame begins to flicker, it means the soul has left the body and the breath is most unstable. Once the soul is pulled away from the center of the candle due to the magnetic field, you, Hei Xiazi, must pull it back. Because if it is a little late, it is very likely that one of us, or all of us, will become the living dead.” Yan Bucun's words really broke the joyful atmosphere that the fat man had just created. The final result was chilling, because everyone knew that they could not take this responsibility.

At this time, Wu Yu squeezed Zhang Qiling's hand nervously, but didn't know what to say to comfort him. In fact, he really wanted to believe Yan Bucun's words about soul fusion, but the degree of danger was absolutely immeasurable. Although only half of the soul was attached to Zhang Qiling, who could know whether it would affect Zhang Qiling himself when the soul was torn apart?

They have lived together for a long time. If you force two different stones together under a hydraulic press or in a high temperature environment, it will be difficult to separate them.

Wu Xi took a deep breath, and was worried about the extreme outcome he had imagined. Fortunately, Zhang Qiling held his hand, and his hair-raising fingers carefully explored his palm. He was worried and looked at the other person. He really didn't expect that Zhang Qiling, who was in the center of the storm and about to face great danger, was comforting him...

"You must be safe. If you can't get away, just give me instructions. I will let Hei Xiazi pull you back by any means necessary." Wu Yu didn't know what confidence he had in saying this, but he was absolutely clear about one thing, that is, no one wanted his brothers to fall into great danger.

Hei Xia Zi attached so much importance to Zhang Qiling, and he couldn't let Zhang Qiling go. Even the fat man who was concerned about Zhang Qiling's daily food and drink, the young man who fought side by side with Zhang Qiling, Xie Yuchen who invested money and contributed his efforts, and even Xie Yuchen who came later, all liked this person sincerely.

They would not let him die, not even Yan Bucun, who came only for Zhang Qiling and was absolutely loyal to him.

As for Guaiguai who sacrificed all his time and life, they really could do nothing to help him. He and Xiaocun were of the same nature. Once they were taken away, they would completely disappear from this world.

However, Wu Yu felt that if Yan Bucun could really succeed, the memories and existence of these two people would continue in his body.

Finally, the three of them sat facing the candle in the center. Yan Busun's lighter emitted a shimmering flame. When he lit the first white wax in front of him, he suddenly raised his head as if he had thought of something, and gave the last words to Huo Daofu and Zhang Qiling:

"Wu Yu may have another attack. Huo Daofu, remember to give him medicine. But if the sound of the bronze bell still cannot be suppressed, Zhang Qiling, please knock him out. Thank you."

Such a rude and rogue way of solving the problem made the person involved, Wu Di, feel like he was being treated as a mental patient in a lunatic asylum. Although he knew that he was an uncontrollable element, it was really embarrassing that the other party ruthlessly exposed him.

But Huo Daof and the young man really listened to Yan Bucun's words. The former immediately showed his loyalty by taking out the extremely bitter Chinese medicine bag and arrogantly shook it in front of himself, as if reminding himself, "Be prepared, I'm going to control you now!"

The young man also grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and took me to a corner like a kitten.

Wu Yu, who was forced to stay in an obscure place, could only force a smile. Then, from the siege of Huo Daof and the little brother, he saw through the gap that Yan Bucun lit the second candle.

The firelight reflected on Zhang Qiling's face red, swaying a little bit, and dyeing the ink-black eyes, as if it had the same red as the other eye. Wu Yu was stunned for a moment, because it looked like a dark colored glass bead mixed with a little exploding starlight, or like fireworks blooming in the dark night sky, making that cold and indifferent expression reveal a hint of softness.

And the next moment, the person opposite seemed to feel his burning and relentless pursuit, and just raised his head, meeting Wu Yu's gaze.

But this time, even if Wu Yu didn't hold hands, he could be sure that the person looking at him was not Xiao Cun, because Zhang Qiling, who was not good at speaking, was trying hard to smile faintly, as if to comfort himself and feel at ease.