Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

The two bells in the Corpse-Eating King's stomach started to jump due to the scorching heat, as if they were doing a chemical experiment, and became somewhat out of control.

"Hei Xia Zi, come and help!!!" Seeing that the power of the Corpse-Eating King could not be suppressed, Yan Bugun wrapped the red line around his arm and tightened it. When Hei Xia Zi walked over slowly and took his red line, he did not just sit there and do nothing.

Because Yan Bucun was grabbing the Corpse-Eating King with his bare hands and trying to spit out the bell, and his mouth was constantly opening, he closed his two fangs, as if he was not afraid of pinching his hand at all, causing the blood on his palm to overflow and fall on the Corpse-Eating King's body, making this big guy even more impatient and constantly agitating his body.

Its carapace legs collided with each other, trying to push itself backwards, but Zhang Qiling, who was above its head, noticed that it was preparing to escape, so he could only move the hanging knife away. Then, in order to make it give up struggling, Zhang Qiling nailed the front end of the black gold ancient knife into it without hesitation. However, this oblique angle would not hurt its life.

The Corpse-Eating King felt a foreign object invade the gap between its spines, causing unbearable pain. At first, it would vent its anger and kick Hodolf's gun away with its legs, but this resistance would stop here.

Yan Bugun waited for the bell to be completely integrated, then he broke off its fangs and used a red thread to directly penetrate into its dark throat. He took out the bell, but it was a little hot when he first took it. He gasped in surprise several times, and only after the temperature dropped did he hold it safely in his arms.

The Corpse-Eating King, who lost the bell, fell to the ground weakly. It was under the pressure of its gravity that Zhang Qiling's blade, which had been carefully angled, entered its spine and pierced its heart. Blood surged from its body. It took a long time for the dark blood to come out of the Corpse-Eating King's mouth. However, the smelly blood unexpectedly melted the sand in an instant. Everyone realized that this guy's blood was highly corrosive!!!

"Retreat!" Xie Yuchen shouted, and hurriedly grabbed Huo Daofu who was still looking for a gun. Wu Yu, the little brother, and the sensible Hei Xia Zi and Chao Xu were also moving away from the Corpse-Eating King.

At this moment, the only ones standing there were Yan Bucun and the fat man. After Zhang Qiling flipped down from the head of the Corpse-Eating King and threw the black gold ancient knife back to the young man, he immediately supported Yan Bucun and then signaled to the fat man with his eyes, wanting the fat man to help him carry Yan Bucun, who had lost most of his strength, onto his back.

But the fat man didn't intend to let Zhang Qiling get hurt, so he shook his head, stretched out his hand and lifted Yan Bucun up, and then he carried him up smoothly. Then, he lifted his legs and began to retreat to the place where the Corpse-Eating King had just entered. He took a break from his busy schedule and explained while running and panting, "Brother Qiling, you are also a patient. I can't just watch two patients helping each other! What do you think of me, a guy who is unharmed?!"

But Zhang Qiling could not accept this. He was at the end of the team, following as the tail, but he still stubbornly stretched out his hand, trying to pull Yan Bucun off the fat man's back to share the pressure. The fat man felt that he was looked down upon. Without even turning back, he just felt and quickly grabbed Zhang Qiling's wrist, then pulled him to the front, patted Zhang Qiling on the back, and shouted without question, "Your fat uncle has plenty of strength! Just run for yourself!"

Yan Bushun, who was on his back, could feel that the fat man meant what he said. Now, he held the bell in his arms, because the fat man's backpack was in the middle, and although it was bumpy, it didn't ring. This should be the only good situation at the moment.

But the blood vomited by the Corpse-Eating King began to spread throughout the entire room like poison gas. The soil was instantly corroded, revealing the black shells of its kind it had devoured underground, as well as the hard floor tiles. The blood of the Corpse-Eating King flowed along the cracks, quickly making a big hole in the ground. It only took a moment for its sulfuric acid blood to corrode the surrounding area.

The loud bang made Fatty and the others run as fast as they could, even faster than before. They were probably afraid that it was an explosion caused by some gas.

But some smart people with strong five senses can tell that it is the sound of the Corpse-Eating King falling just by moving their ears.

Yan Bucun was about to fly off the fat man's back. The fat man could bear running with this burden on his back, but Yan Bucun couldn't accept it, because he was tired, but the fat man didn't deserve to bear this burden.

Moreover, he, Fatty and Zhang Qiling were at the end of the team, but it was best for the bronze mother bell to be in the front. This would protect everyone around him from being disturbed by corpse-bugs, and it would have a range effect. It was also because Yan Bucun knew how to shake the bell to prevent them from recognizing their master and to find the door.

So he patted the fat man on the shoulder and said:

"Put me down." He finally said this in a weak voice, but it was obvious that he was not in a good condition.

After hearing this, the fat man shook his head firmly, as if Yan Buyun was lying to him. "How can I abandon my brother? How can you run away now? You were exhausted when you were holding off the teeth of the corpse-eating bugs just now. And I, a fat guy, didn't do anything, but I have all the strength to carry you!"

Yan Bucun, who was lying on his back, sighed. He finally understood what Chaoxu meant by 'Now is not the time to talk about the deep brotherly love'. So he explained the principle of the mother bell in a few words, which won the fat man's nod of agreement. However, there was still a certain delay for the fat man to realize his idea. Even at the moment when the fat man set off, Yan Bucun, who had lived for more than a thousand years and was not afraid of anything, suddenly felt ashamed of being called "the eldest princess".

Because the fat man was shouting "make way", the subtext should be "get out of the way, everyone?" Yan Bucun blinked in confusion and found that he knew this line even though he didn't play the game.

Wait, this isn't important!!!

Only after the fat man ran to the head of the team did he finally let go of his "precious" self and "reluctantly" let it go.

Yan Bucun: Fatty, what are you thinking about when you look at your hands?!

Meanwhile, Zhang Qiling, who was at the end of the team, was choosing to close the open stone door alone. Therefore, his finger was struggling against the mechanism on the wall. However, his persistence paid off, as he finally blocked the entrance for the corpse-eating bugs to rush in and eat everyone at the last moment before the poisonous gas spread to the door.

Yan Bucun coughed twice, stood firm, and tilted his head to look at Wu Yu, who had also jumped off someone else's back. The other party had now regained all his consciousness and was pressing his throat with his hand. After feeling the foreign body sensation that had been blocking his throat for many years finally disappear, he squeezed out a dry and hoarse voice, "Thank you."

"I came here to help you, so you're welcome." Yan Bucun took out the bronze bell in his arms and said, "When I shake the bell, the stone door behind us and the corridor in front of us will be opened by the corpse-bugs. Everyone, be prepared."

Yan Bucun was about to ring the bell, but someone grabbed his wrist just as he started. He looked up and found it was Hei Xiazi. The other party had a sullen face, as if expressing dissatisfaction with his decision. "I know you have to do this, but your body is really not suitable for it now. Why don't you let me, the blind man, do it."

Yan Bugun stared at Hei Xia Zi and narrowed his eyes, as if his gaze was sharp enough to break through his sunglasses, revealing his cloudy eyes. He had thought about not mentioning the matter of his physical condition, but it was obvious that Hei Xia Zi was not a good candidate either.

He wanted to die, to be the charging warrior and the sacrifice,

But Yan Bucun won't let him have his wish.

"You can take a rest. You accepted the money from Li Yuchen, which means you have to obey his orders. I called you just now, which is a betrayal of your principle and bottom line of doing things only when you are paid. So let's end this matter here. I won't order you around a second time." Yan Bucun did not let go of the hand that was holding the bronze bell, but pulled it back, struggled out of Hei Xiazi's palm, and then spread out his hands, as if to say that he was incorruptible and would not give a penny.

Hei Xia Zi was so angry that he laughed. Other people had mortal eyes and didn't know how bad Yan Bucun's body would be due to excessive exposure, but he could see it with his almost blind eyes.

The other party's situation has reached a point on the verge of collapse, and it is only supported by willpower, but how long can it last? Relying on his stubbornness to do things, even if he has made a series of plans, this also makes Hei Xiazi feel that the first outcome of Yan Buyun's rebelliousness is that he will be the first to die.

However, the dispute between the two was soon interrupted by someone outside their plan who did not hesitate to break the deadlock.

After Zhang Qiling nailed the stone door, he went straight to Yan Bucun's side and rang the bell at lightning speed. Yan Bucun was shocked, looking at this guy who could drive the mother bell to sound the correct melody, and suddenly felt that he did not recognize the god in front of him.

"What are you still standing there for?" Huo Dafu had already made all the preparations to run. He looked at Zhang Qiling ringing the bell and everyone else who seemed to have their feet glued to the ground, and hurriedly urged them before they moved forward and backward, "Run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qiling had already shaken the bell for the second time. He was holding the mother bell at the moment, but he had already seen the words on the scroll from Xiaocun's past memories, and this method seemed to have been mastered by him the first time he flipped through the book.

The riot finally began.

Countless corpse beetles rushed towards this side frantically from the end of the pitch-black corridor. Behind them should be the corpse-bugs hiding in the bronze bells. Because of the amplification of the mother bell, they broke out of the cage that had shackled them for many years. When they ran to the stone gate, they used their hard feet to try to pry open a gap. Such intensive attacks made them all emit unpleasant, grinding-like creaking sounds at the same time.

The spirits of the crowd were finally aroused by the sound, and even their feet stuck to the ground took quick steps at this moment.

In order to make everyone follow him, Zhang Qiling controlled his speed within a good range. He kept ringing the bell, and from the energy dissipated after the bell was rang, he vaguely felt the location of the real bronze door that Yan Bucun mentioned.

Until this illusory, elusive intuition finally became real when Zhang Qiling stepped on the first corpse-bug. He didn't know which condition was triggered, and those invisible red lines seemed to cross the eyes of his mortal body and pass by his side.

Zhang Qiling looked around and found that it was Yan Bushun who gave everyone additional protection because he was worried, and his red line was beating up the group of corpse-bugs that were trying to kill people.

After he turned around and confirmed that the source of the red line really came from Yan Bucun, Zhang Qiling warned him for the first time, "Put it away."

The voice was neither light nor heavy, just like the clear and bright sound that had touched Yan Bucun's heart countless times in the past. But Yan Bucun was not really stupid. He immediately retracted his red line, pretending nothing had happened, and under Zhang Qiling's spurring and angry eyes, he quickly approached the other party step by step, trying to please him.

"I'm sorry." Yan Bucun said this, and his body was almost moving at the same level as Zhang Qiling. By the way, he also helped his god to get rid of a corpse-bug that jumped up and was about to have a close contact with Mu Ling. However, his smiling request for credit only made Zhang Qiling turn his head and shift his gaze.

Zhang Qiling had no intention of dealing with Yan Bushun's emotions, or perhaps he simply didn't know how to respond to such enthusiasm, so he simply used the dim lights in the corridor to divert his attention, and through this he saw the group of corpse turtles that had already filled the end.

He knew that this was a big trouble, and the bronze bell now weighed three kilograms. Although it was not much heavier than the black gold ancient sword, it was obviously beyond the weight of a bell. Moreover, he was at the control center of the mother bell, so it was inevitable that he would be affected.

For example, now, Zhang Qiling seemed to see his own and everyone else's faces through the shells of the group of corpse turtles. Everyone's facial features were distorted and struggling, trying to escape the pain of being nailed to the monsters. He looked for a few seconds, then bit the soft flesh in the cavity, using the pain to calm himself down. Facts proved that what he did was indeed right.

Because he discovered that pain can make people clear-headed, and the group of corpse-bugs returned to their normal appearance in his eyes. Their dark bodies were blending into the darkness, like flying dart fish, crowded together and no one would give way to each other. They came like a tsunami, even rolling in to overturn everything, ruthlessly taking revenge on everyone.