Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Before being captured by the Wang family, Zhang Qiling's red jade beads were given to Wu Yu for safekeeping. Now, looking at the fat man chopping stuffing in the kitchen, Zhang Qiling feeding the chickens, and Yan Bucun accompanying Zhang Qiling.

He did not want to disrupt the harmony and tranquility here, so he held the box containing the red jade beads tightly in his hands, sliding it open and closed repeatedly.

Wu Yu was thinking whether he should spend his whole life hiding this thing so that Zhang Qiling could have peace for the rest of his life.

With this in mind, he hid the box in the secret compartment he had prepared under the bed. At this time, Zhang Qiling, who had just finished feeding the chickens, walked into the room and saw Wu Mi lying under the bed. He squatted down and tapped Wu Mi's back with his hand.

After Wu Yu felt the touch, he hurriedly stood up and pretended not to care and asked, "Brother, have you finished feeding the chickens?"

Zhang Qiling nodded and pointed to his stomach, indicating that he was hungry. As a man with powerful skills, his appetite was bigger than that of ordinary people. Especially since he and Zhang Qiling took shifts to patrol the mountains, they didn't know the method of distinguishing days of the week like one, three, five, two, four, and six.

So basically, Zhang Qiling would go today, and Zhang Qiling would take over the next day, and occasionally they would come back with some game from nowhere.

At first, Wu Di, who was in the deep mountains, still considered whether it was a protected animal and hurriedly checked on the Internet. However, by then, the two guys had already gutted the prey.

They were very skilled in dealing with fur and cleaning internal organs. Zhang Qiling was responsible for cutting the throat and plucking the hair, and Zhang Qiling was responsible for dealing with the internal organs. Wu Yu could not have imagined that the hands that had killed the blood corpse and unlocked countless mechanisms were now skinning a pheasant here.

"Brother, Qi Ling, where do your chickens come from?" Wu Yu squatted there and saw that the chickens were fat and delicious. They were definitely not the good stuff that could be caught in the wild.

Zhang Qiling was plucking the feathers, and Zhang Qiling's hands were digging back and forth in the chicken's stomach, pulling out the scarlet intestines, stomach and liver.

"Caught." Zhang Qiling said.

The fat man wiped his wet hands on his apron casually, walked into the yard and watched them process the chicken. As he watched, he felt something was more and more wrong, "This is a stupid chicken... Where did you get it from, guys?" This chicken had obvious signs of being raised, and there was even a label on its ankle.

Wu Yu and the fat man moved closer and saw that there was blood mixed on it but they could still make out a few large characters clearly.

"Yucun Ecological Breeding Farm..." Yan Bucun squatted down and read it out loud.

Everyone finally understood where the two guys got these stupid chickens from. Wu Yu quickly patted the fat man on the back and said, "It's over, Fatty. Hurry up and pay the money."

The fat man's face was distorted, but he still pretended to be calm. The two young men processed the chicken calmly, as if they were waiting for everyone's praise, but they didn't get it for a long time.

Because the fat man had already torn off his apron and rushed out, running straight to the chicken farm, Wu Yi was a step slower and tore off the chicken number tag and ran out, following closely behind the fat man who was going away.

The guys were still wondering whether the chicken scratched this time was not to Wu Yi's and Fatty's taste, but at the same time, Yan Bucun rubbed their heads lovingly. Both of them felt good, and he rubbed for longer than usual. After all, double happiness is better than wasted.

"My two little ancestors, the chickens you caught are raised by local farmers. If you want to catch chickens, you can only catch them in the mountains, not in the village." Yan Bucun spent a long time explaining to them the connection between stupid chickens, pheasants, number tags and breeding farms. Although I don't know if the two of them understood...

The fat man who arrived at the farm was still out of breath, but he was obviously arguing with the aunt, "Auntie, you can't do this. Selling a chicken for 1,200 yuan is too much!"

"Auntie, we just moved to Yu Village and don't know the prices here. We will definitely compensate you! Just take it as a lesson!" Wu Yu took the number sign and apologized immediately. "But we are unfamiliar with the place, there are five people in the family, and there are five mouths waiting for us to feed..."

Wu Yu's face was a perfect expression of sincerity. With his clear eyes, he looked so innocent. He winked at the fat man, who immediately responded.

"Yes, Auntie, you have also seen the two young men in our family! They are so thin. We come here to recuperate our family. They vomit everything they eat, so we want to replenish their bodies. I didn't expect that the chickens we caught were chickens that escaped from the farm!" The fat man complained, mixed his words with half truth and half lies, which really stunned the auntie.

The old lady was so moved by their filial piety that she almost cried, "What's the big deal about that chicken?! If the kids need anything, just tell them!"

Then Wu Yu and the fat man returned to the yard carrying a pot of wine brewed by the old lady.

The yard was quiet at this time, with only the rustling sound of the wind in the middle of the night. Wu Yu and the fat man put the wine jar on the ground and immediately became alert, but saw Zhang Qiling asleep on a recliner under a tree in the yard. Yan Bucun was also sitting on a stool next to him with his eyes closed, his hands still entangled in Zhang Qiling's hair.

The two men walked into the room with light steps. Zhang Qiling was squatting by Wu Yu's bed, seemingly looking at the secret compartment where Wu Yu hid the red jade beads. He sensed someone coming and turned around to look at the fat man holding a knife and Wu Yu.

Wu Yu was shocked and suppressed his nervousness, only to find that Zhang Qiling was just looking at it and had no intention of opening the secret compartment.

"Brother, are you looking for something to eat?" The fat man found an excuse for Zhang Qiling at the right time.

Apparently Zhang Qiling also thought this explanation was reasonable. He neither admitted nor denied it, but got up and petted the puppy that was sleeping soundly on Wu Mi's bed.

Today, everyone ate dumplings in the middle of the night, and also had some chicken soup as a side dish. It was very delicious, and even Yan Bucun, who didn't like chicken very much, ate quite a bit, but he stuck to his guns and refused to dip it in vinegar!

By the next day, everyone had obviously noticed something unusual. Zhang Qiling was pushing Zhang Qiling's shoulders. It was his turn to go up the mountain today, but Zhang Qiling fell into a deep sleep, with his whole body sunk into the pillow, wrapped in a navy blue quilt, revealing his face with a frown on his face, which looked uneasy as he slept.

Yan Bugun touched his forehead and found that he obviously didn't have a fever. "Qi Ling, Qi Ling?" He called out several times, but couldn't wake Zhang Qi Ling up.

Wu Yi, who was leaning against the door frame, vaguely sensed what the problem was, but he was still waiting for Zhang Qiling to wake up on his own initiative. He slept longer and longer. At seven o'clock, he followed Zhang Qiling up the mountain after feeding the chickens, and was still drowsy at noon. He slept for a whole day and forced himself to patrol the mountain in the evening.

"Do you need my help?" Yan Bucun looked at Zhang Qiling who entered the bathroom, fearing that he would fall asleep in the bathtub without knowing it.

Zhang Qiling did not answer. He was soaking in the bathtub, his long hair floating on the water and his arms had fresh cuts. It looked like he had committed suicide by cutting his wrists, but the wounds were not deep. He was just using the pain to keep himself awake and not continue to fall asleep.

But the pain from the wound being soaked in water could not arouse his consciousness, and finally he closed his eyes and let half of his face soak in.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer for a long time, Yan Bucun rushed in without caring about any privacy.

The water in the bathtub was dyed red by Zhang Qiling's blood. He was pale as a ghost, and he just soaked in it, spitting out bubbles. He seemed to be asleep as usual. Yan Bucun wrapped him in a bath towel and carried him out, and immediately took out the medicine box to disinfect and bandage him.

Zhang Qiling, who was feeding the chickens, had just scattered corn kernels when he apparently realized something and rushed into the house. Wu Yi was petting the dog and the fat man was hanging a gong at the door. Seeing this, he followed in and saw Zhang Qiling's miserable condition.

He was sleeping so soundly that if they hadn't felt his breathing and the rise and fall of his chest, everyone would have thought that Zhang Qiling was dead. Wu Yu knew that he couldn't wait any longer.