Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

If the most terrifying thing in the world is to obey the trajectory set by the script and become a character with a name, what will that person become?

Zhang Qiling suddenly opened his eyes and subconsciously reached for his red jade bead, only to find that his wrist was empty.

It was pitch black in there and he couldn't see anything. He moved his hands and feet and confirmed that it was a wooden rectangular box, probably a coffin. He couldn't hear any sound from outside, as if this container containing him was isolated from everything.

He pushed the top cover hard, but it seemed as if someone was pushing it down. "Hey, what on earth is in here?!" It was Wu Yu's voice, very young and filled with fear.

The man's gaze fell on the coffin. Zhang Qiling's body could feel the scrutiny that was penetrating the space, so sharp that it seemed to want to kill him.

"Jinpo." The person who spoke was Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling felt that the coffin lid suddenly loosened after the other party finished speaking. He pushed it open and stood up, and saw the young Wu Yu. That young face was completely devoid of the shrewdness of later times, and was as pure as a white jade porcelain plate.

“…Hiss.” Zhang Qiling found that the sound he made when he opened his mouth turned into the whimpering and roaring of a wild beast. His originally long hair had become even longer, rubbing against his ankles and even blocking his vision.

After he said this, the two men became even more nervous. Zhang Qiling grabbed his neck and pushed his back against the wall. His spine felt intense pain when it hit the wall. In the next second, his abdomen was hit by Zhang Qiling's knee again. The double injury made him subconsciously hunch over and fall to the ground.

Zhang Qiling has always been a person who can tolerate pain very well, but Zhang Qiling's real full strength made it unbearable for someone with the same body as him.

Wu Yu looked at Zhang Qiling on the ground, covering his mouth with his hands and widening his eyes, "Huo Ling?! He is the Huo Ling in the video!"

What's the name? Zhang Qiling had no recollection of it. Something was wrong here. He struggled to speak, but the blood that flowed out of his mouth blocked his throat.

Something is wrong here, is this an illusion?

However, this pain was too real. He couldn't stop vomiting dark red blood, so he could only cover his mouth with his hands. Seeing the man in front of him holding a knife, he raised his head and the cold light illuminated his eyes.

The next second, Zhang Qiling saw Zhang Qiling, who was about to behead him, was suddenly kicked away by a huge force. Zhang Qiling was completely embedded in the wall. Wu Yi seemed to have just reacted and shouted in surprise to grab the young man.

"Found it." Yan Bucun helped Zhang Qiling up.

He felt his hair instantly shorten to a normal waist size, and the pain disappeared. It was Hei Xia Zi who created Zhang Qiling.

Hei Xia Zi looked at the dusty room and said, "We are controlled by it. We can only find a way out from here."

Then Zhang Qiling, who was embedded in the wall, suddenly stood up. His twisted body, which was kicked into a twist, was shaking his limp arms with the sound of squirming and friction.

"He is not." Zhang Qiling discovered that he was not the young man.

Zhang Qiling's bone shrinking technique is self-contraction, which can restore twisted bones to their original shape, just like a mollusk without bones.

Hei Xia Zi pushed up his sunglasses and said, "You guessed right. I'll give little Qi Ling a little red flower." As he said that, he really took out a red crayon and drew a flower on Zhang Qi Ling's clothes, but because the fabric was too dark, it was not very noticeable.

I don't know if that thing could understand human language or simply didn't want to pretend anymore. Its head exploded and turned into countless tentacles. Wu Xie next to it rolled his eyes, as if looking down on him. There was a crackling sound of burning flames, until the flesh body was burned and turned into a skeleton with blue flames coming out of its mouth.

Yan Bucun obviously didn't want to fight, he just pushed Zhang Qiling and tried to explain, "Even if we kill them, they will be resurrected soon. Let's go find Wu Yu and the others first."

When the three people walked out of the room in Golmud sanatorium, they found the iron triangle in another room. They were facing the identical Fatty, Black Blind and Yan Bucun.

It’s just that the style of painting is perhaps… a little… different from what they just faced?

“I am Fatty, the world’s leading expert in blasting. How can you not watch my performance? Is it because I don’t have a wife? Wuuuu…” Although the fat man opposite was about to cry, he continued to be extremely arrogant and bombarded indiscriminately, as if he had endless detonators in his bag.

Hei Xia Zi was holding a bowl of fried rice with shredded pork and green peppers, and was chasing the Iron Triangle with explosions following behind him.

"Hey! Why are you running? Is my green pepper and shredded pork fried rice too expensive? You get what you pay for. Even if you die, the green pepper fried rice will not expire! What else do you want!!!" He looked crazy, as if he was determined to feed the food into the three people's mouths.

Yan Bucun, who was always aloof, hung on Zhang Qiling's legs, restricting his movements, "Baby, love me once, okay? Am I not better than Wu Xun? I have money, a pretty face, and a good figure, what else do you want!" He even wanted to tear off his clothes to show Zhang Qiling his figure.

The three people at the door looked away at the same time, "Do you like green pepper and shredded pork fried rice so much? Why are you forcing it on me?" Yan Bucun's mouth twitched and he asked stiffly.

Hei Xiazi was so angry when he saw this scene that seriously damaged his image that he laughed, "It's the same for both of us. The guy over there almost took off his pants and showed them to others. In comparison, I am relatively good."

The taciturn Zhang Qiling chose to lower his head.

"Save?" He looked reluctant to go in.

But the iron triangle that ran in front of them burst into tears as if they had seen their family members.

"How can you just stand here and not move? Are we still good brothers?!" The fat man was panting. Facing the continuous bombardment from his own 2.0, he had already exhausted all his strength.

When Zhang Qiling made eye contact with Yan Bucun, his face turned pale, and he chose to pat Wu Yu's back to calm him down.

"There was also a disciple and a mute in the room we were in just now, but..." Hei Xia Zi opened his mouth to explain, but found that the style of painting on his side was too normal, and it didn't seem fair to say this.

Then, facing everyone's pale faces, he spoke seriously, "The mute and his apprentice were chasing and biting me. They were so passionate and affectionate, and they were not afraid of the world..."

Zhang Qiling punched Heixiazi in the face and almost knocked his glasses crooked. Fortunately, Heixiazi was quick to hold the frame.

"Illusion." Zhang Qiling said seriously.

They gradually found the pattern. The space here was not real, and those monsters could only exist in specific rooms. As for why it was like that, no one could figure it out at the moment.

However, Hei Xia Zi should have thought of something. It should be the human subconscious that constructed this place. He was actually the first to appear in that room, but he went to Golmud with the mute that year, so in terms of role distribution, he was himself, and the illusory clone was naturally squeezed into the room of Wu Yu and others.

Yan Bucun was a person who did not exist in the Golmud time, so his clone appeared on the side of the Iron Triangle.

However, the only thing that has not been found now is Zhang Qiling’s clone, and his role turned out to be Huo Ling, the forbidden woman in Golmud Sanatorium?

It really took Hei Xia Zi by surprise.