Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Zhang Qiling tightly grasped the handle of his soft blade with one hand and kept shaking the bell with the other. The corpse-bugs, because of the tendency of the mother bell to summon them, came quickly in response to the sound, but when they rushed in front of Zhang Qiling, they began to make clicking sounds with their mouths and shrank back continuously because they were afraid of the powerful force of the mother bell.

But because of their huge numbers, the corpse-bugs were constantly pushing each other forward, and no matter how much they wanted to escape, they could only gather densely above and around the crowd like bats huddled together.

However, due to the vibration of the mother bell, their ability to move was severely damaged. Their legs and feet could not withstand the pressure of the mother bell, so they loosened their strength and began to fall down in a series. But before most of the corpse-bugs fell down, Zhang Qiling immediately picked up Wu Di's backpack, and then put it on Wu Di's head, letting him hold the bag, and nodded to signal him to follow him.

Seeing what Zhang Qiling and Wu Yu did, everyone started to follow suit, raising their backpacks above their heads and running forward against the corpse-bugs that were crackling down like meteorites.

Even if the corpse-bugs' shells scratched exposed parts of his face such as his cheeks and neck, he couldn't stop grimacing in pain.

Among them, the fat man who was carrying food and a bag of detonators was really like an experienced donkey pulling goods. Although he was carrying a bag and his body was a little fat, his flexibility was really extraordinary. Perhaps it was the experience of these years that allowed him to run with the bag on his head without any chance to draw his weapon, and he could deal with the group of corpse-bugs effortlessly.

The fat man's kicking and kicking seemed to be very skillful. He even had time to give a naive wink to the guy who was finishing up at the back.

But the sweat on his face soon slipped into his eye sockets because of the winking action, and it suddenly wet his eyelashes, blurring his vision uncontrollably. The fat man blinked unbearably, and it was during this gap that a corpse-bug with a mucus thread hanging on its butt, like a spider hanging upside down, started with a spring and gave the fat man who was still trying to keep his eyes open a face-to-face intimate kiss.

It's a cold and sticky feeling!

The fat man felt something touching his lips and just wanted to step back, but was pulled back a big step by the kind-hearted young man. After he digested the fact that he had just kissed a corpse-bug, he rubbed his lips several times and made a series of "Pooh" sounds.

But he quickly ran forward again, not daring to stop at all, and even took harder and harder steps with each step, until he crushed the corpse-bugs into pieces. His feet felt sticky, but the fat man was just afraid of falling, because the corpse-bugs were now like migrating ants, so densely packed together that one could easily fall into them and be unable to get up if one was not careful.

"Let's go down." Zhang Qiling finally reached the end of the corridor. He reminded the people behind him that he was about to go down.

Zhang Qiling was at the entrance of a spiral staircase. He kicked away the shivering corpse-bugs that had formed a circle around him, then ignored the sticky liquid on the wall and began to light the candles hanging on the wall with Yan Bucun's lighter.

When everyone huddled together, pressing their chests against each other's backs, the group of corpse-bugs that were bumping into each other had already started killing each other because of the power of the mother bell.

As a result, the unpleasant and scalp-numbing chewing sound became more and more intense because of the clanging sound of the bell in Zhang Qiling's hand.

Wu Yu listened to such a tooth-grinding noise, rubbed his arms with disgust, and threw the bag that was held above his head back on his back, but he didn't know who was catching up with him. The man was still breathing heavily and put his hands on his shoulders. A burst of cold air blew on the back of his neck, coupled with the irresistible force, made him turn around suddenly, only to find that it was the fat man with a dark brown face. The other person's mouth was rubbed red, a bit like a sausage.

But the cultural figure Wu Yu, who thought of this, did not say it directly. After all, he knew that in this environment, it was impossible for anyone to give the fat man a French kiss.

Therefore, his clear eyes only flashed a hint of cunning, and then he started to tease, trying to imitate the fat man's past behavior, trying to arch up the atmosphere where everyone was exhausted, and pretended to know nothing, "Fatty, what's wrong with your mouth?"

"Nothing, I was bitten by a dog!" The fat man really didn't want to recall the past. He just clung to Wu Xie and didn't consider Wu Xie's unlucky physique at all. After all, he loved his little innocence the most!

Then, he immediately changed the subject, "Why did Brother Qi Ling stop? Is there something wrong?"

Zhang Qiling came back to his senses, and in the flickering candlelight, he looked at the broken staircase, as if he would die if he stepped into empty space, "No..."

Before he could finish, Yan Bucun patted him on the shoulder. The warm palm made him concentrate. Zhang Qiling blinked and found that the broken stairs were smooth and complete again, like piano keys arranged in order.

Another hallucination...

Zhang Qiling thought so and replied to the fat man again.

"No problem." He had been keeping his mind highly tense, exhausted by the repeated hallucinations induced by the bell, as if every step of that substantial existence would be magnified into an abyss countless times in his eyes.

Without even any fixed point, he had already stood on the tilted scale, as if he had been moved by fate long ago, and could roll down at any time without any effort.

Seeing that Zhang Qiling was not in good condition, Yan Bucun pinched his shoulder again, as if adding a stabilizing weight to him, and finally made his precarious light weight sink a little.

The corpse-bugs above his head were still fighting. Zhang Qiling did not have time to think too much. He could only nod and thank Yan Bucun. Then, he inserted his Fa Qiu finger into the gap of the stone door in front of him. After he easily opened it, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Because of the friction of the stone door, the white phosphorus in the mechanism inside was quickly ignited, and quickly and unstoppably illuminated the entire space.

The four golden dragon pillars, carved so vividly, open up the sky in the tomb. They are also the most expensive things one can see today. However, what is placed in the center of this room is not gold or silver jewelry, or dense corpse-eating bugs.

But human bones!

They overlapped each other in the shape of a pyramid and were piled extremely high, as if they were performing a terrible sacrificial ritual.

Zhang Qiling approached and did not stop ringing the bell for fear that the corpse-bugs would follow him. However, in order to prevent what he saw before his eyes from being an illusion, he bit the flesh in his mouth again. After the pain, he realized that the pile of bones was real.

A group of people hurriedly followed Zhang Qiling. When Wu Yu stood in front of the group of human bones, he accurately spit out the method of making this thing, "Their bodies can be so tightly bonded together because someone poured refined corpse wax on them several times."

Wu Yu used a dagger to scrape off a bit of yellowish-brown liquid from the bone and handed it to everyone to look at.

"Is this thing poisonous?" Although the fat man asked this, his eyes kept drifting to the four dragon pillars. Although he knew he couldn't dig it out and might not be able to take it out, he just wanted to feast his eyes on it.

Wu Yu could tell that the fat man's mind was not here, but he still answered patiently, "After a person dies, toxic gases will be produced in the body, and those bacteria will break through the white blood cell defenses and enter the body. At this time, the person is a large petri dish. Even if you sterilize them at high temperatures and refine their flesh and blood, after so many years, their wax oil has probably been crawled over by corpse-bugs several times. Anyway, it's not clean."

The fat man was concentrating on his work, listening to Wu Mi's rambling answers, but he still couldn't help but move closer to the dragon-patterned pillar. He really wanted to dig a piece of it, its attraction was simply too great!

"Don't move." Yan Bucun said, and Zhang Qiling immediately stopped the fat man.

At this time, the fat man's eyes were still fixed on the dragon-patterned pillar. Qingru and Chaoxu, who were not interested, also glanced at it, but it didn't matter, but it made people feel inexplicably creepy.

Hei Xia Zi was listening to the sound of their footsteps, but he sensed something different. He quickly grabbed the person closest to him, almost causing Xie Yuchen to stumble, "Don't move!"

"What's wrong?" Xie Yuchen didn't ask those meaningless questions, he just asked, "Is there any problem?"

Hei Xia Zi's ears moved, and everyone stopped moving until the white phosphorus in the entire space suddenly burned out and fell into darkness. Zhang Qiling lit Yan Bucun's lighter, but the guy behind Hei Xia Zi grabbed his eyes and scratched them even harder.

"Eyes...eyes..." Hei Xia Zi kept repeating, but Xie Yuchen thought that his eyes were hurting, so he groped in the dark and tried to pull the other person's hand off his face, but Hei Xia Zi seemed to be possessed by a ghost and kept repeating those two words.

Zhang Qiling put out the fire. He suddenly realized what Hei Xiazi meant by his screams. Something was about to open its eyes!

So, Zhang Qiling just grabbed the fat man's shoulder in the dark and began to back away little by little.

Until the guy on the dragon-patterned pillar suddenly opened his eight eyes wide, and used the faint light emitted from his own eyes to scan the area below continuously, seemingly looking for the unlucky guy to be hunted.

Seeing this, the fat man, who was just planning to dig a piece of gold and sell it at his own market, swallowed hard and complicatedly.

Why on earth did he want to shovel this horrible thing? Damn, can he take this thing away with him? !