Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

The bullet penetrated the incense burning in the air, but passed by Zhang Qiling's ear. From this angle, it seemed that it was intended to hit the young man in white.

But unfortunately, this guy covered Zhang Qiling's mouth tightly. He tried to struggle, but the boy's strength was amazing. He could only helplessly be dragged backwards by the boy and disappeared into the darkness.

Zhang Qiling followed him and disappeared without anyone noticing.

The shot was fired by Hei Xia Zi. Only he could do that in such a low visibility environment.

The fat man on the ground was pulled up by Wu Yu and swayed back and forth. Wu Yu asked Yan Bucun who was out of state:

"Where's Qi Ling?"

Yan Bucun's current state was similar to that of Wu Yu and the fat man before they entered the temple. His hand reached forward blankly, still without putting down the gun, and unknowingly the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Hei Xia Zi.

Facing the dark muzzle of the gun, there was no fear on Hei Xia Zi's face. Instead, he showed a habitual smile, which revealed confidence and calmness.

Hei Xiazi's hand pressed down the muzzle of the gun and felt the coldness and hardness of the metal.

"Speak." Hei Xia Zi's voice was low and calm, without any displeasure. His eyes fell on Yan Bucun, waiting for his answer.

Yan Bucun subconsciously put the gun back to his waist and tried to explain what had happened:

"While the fat man was still talking, an incense burner appeared in front of us. The incense was not right. By the time I reacted, I couldn't see the spirit of the prayer anymore...

Then… I was entangled by the white snake. I don’t know if Qi Ling pulled the trigger for me, but I, I still can’t see him. ” When he tried to speak, his voice trembled.

Wu Yu patted his shoulder soothingly, signaling him not to be too nervous, and turned to ask Hei Xia Zi: "Black Glasses, did you see the situation clearly just now?"

Hei Xia Zi stood there with his hands on his hips, standing like a statue where Zhang Qiling had just stood.

Behind him is an incense burner. The remaining cigarette smoke in the burner still emits a faint sandalwood scent. From this angle, Hei Xia Zi's figure appears particularly tall, as if he is a worshipped god.

Hei Xiazi stared at the ground with concentration and determination.

"Look carefully, Qi Ling was taken away by it." Hei Xia Zi's boots kicked the ground, which had remnants of smoke on it.

Wu Yu subconsciously asked, "It?" His voice was full of confusion and shock, and he shook his head, "The foundation of the Wang family has been destroyed by us ourselves. You can't be talking about..." His voice became lower and lower, as if he was afraid to say the terrible answer.

Wu Yu's heart was filled with fear and anxiety. He knew what that "it" was. It was their nightmare, the fear they had been avoiding. They had thought they had gotten rid of that nightmare forever, but now it was back.

The force that pursues immortality.

Who else could it be except the Wang family? Wu Yu's eyes fell on Yan Bucun. He stared at Yan Bucun intently, his eyes full of suspicion and confusion. However, Yan Bucun knew nothing. His eyes were blind, just like the fat man and Wu Yu in front of the temple. Now Yan Bucun could not see Wu Yu's gaze, nor could he feel the other's inner fluctuations.

Hei Xia Zi stretched out his fist and hit Wu Xie hard on the head.

"You're overthinking. I just said there is some connection." Hei Xia Zi said unhappily.

He was also feeling a little irritated. There were too many things happening right now, and he was a little overwhelmed. He knew Wu Xie was a smart person, but sometimes being too smart was not a good thing, especially at a time like this. What was needed was calmness and rationality, not endless fantasies.

Wu Xie was a little dazed after being punched by Hei Xia Zi.

Zhang Qiling didn't understand the two people's riddle, he just pushed the fat man's body, and subconsciously activated the warning radar. He always felt something was wrong. There was still red oil from the canned beef on the fat man's mouth, and Zhang Qiling wiped it off without disgust.

"Let's go first." Zhang Qiling said.

At this time, the fat man also woke up, and quickly stood up and asked, "Where is Brother Qi Ling? I just closed my eyes and opened them again, and it felt like half of my life had passed. You don't know what I saw after I fainted, a revolving lantern! That revolving lantern..."

He wanted to talk about his glorious video before his death, but Zhang Qiling covered his mouth.

The scene changed suddenly, just like a revolving lantern. What appeared in front of everyone was the Seven-Star Palace of King Lu. Hei Xia Zi turned into Da Kui, Yan Bu Cun turned into Wu San Sheng, and the others were still themselves.

Wu Mi was about to speak when he found that the scene in front of him was distorted again and turned into an underwater tomb. The identities were still randomly assigned without any pattern. Even Yan Bucun changed from Wu Sanxing to Aning in front of everyone.

This scene is constructed entirely based on their past.

"Disciple, use your subconscious imagination. What is in front of you now will be the thing you fear the most..." Hei Xia Zi's tone was so serious that Wu Yu doubted whether this was his real self.

Wu Yu frowned and shook his head, "No, how can I imagine it subconsciously? It's said to be subconscious, how can I possibly think of it..."

Before he could finish his words, a half-open bronze door appeared in front of him. The door emitted a mysterious light, as if hiding countless secrets.

And in the gap, everyone could clearly see that there was a skeleton wearing a dark blue hoodie that was about to rot. This scene stunned Zhang Qiling. Even he could see that it was his dead self.

"Materialization." Zhang Qiling guessed.

Hei Xia Zi turned his head and gave Zhang Qiling a crooked smile that looked very evil, "Wow, the mute child got the answer right, but no red flower will be given as a reward now." He licked his lips, as if he had some sinister idea hidden.

"Let's go in quickly, what if Brother Qi Ling is inside?" The fat man was very worried about Zhang Qi Ling who was captured.

Everyone's eyes fell on the fat man and finally noticed something was wrong. "Fatty, do you remember what you said before we set off separately?" Wu Yu asked.

The fat man was obviously stunned after hearing this, and after a while he replied: "Be careful, there might be a trap, we can't all follow in."

"Puchi...So?" Hei Xiazi narrowed his eyes cunningly under his sunglasses, as if he had found his long-awaited prey.

"Why are you rushing in now? Little brother?"

Before they could throw the fat man out of the team and beat him up, a tide of zombies and snakes suddenly appeared and surrounded everyone.

On the other side, Zhang Qiling was tied up by tentacles. To be more precise, the young man in white was completely wrapped around him.

The greed and desire in his pupils could hardly be hidden. He seemed to want to eat Zhang Qiling up completely, but he still spoke like a child with grievance.

"You went out through the bronze door, is it because I hurt you so much last time..." He lowered his eyes, like a child about to be scolded.

Zhang Qiling couldn't remember what he said. He only reacted subconsciously when he heard the bronze door. He saw the other party grinding his teeth, approaching his neck, and sending out a cold air.

"This time I will be gentle...gently...hiss..." The sound at the end turned into the tone of a snake spitting out its tongue.

His fangs pierced into Zhang Qiling's neck, "You..." Zhang Qiling's words were blocked by something that suddenly attacked him. The feeling was like that of a tranquilizer injection, and his consciousness was gradually smoothed out, with only a tingling sensation.

Zhang Qiling's eyes finally fixed on the fat man in the corner. When the fat man crawled over, it was really too fast. He couldn't believe that it was a poisoned person who was resisting with his will.

The fat man's neck was bitten by a snake, and now the poison has spread to his blood, crawling all over half of his body like tree roots, but he is still crawling. The fat man's sweaty face began to look hideous because of the pain.

But he did not stop, and even forcibly pulled the tentacles of the young man in white and waved a dagger. He did not dare to use a gun. In his poisoned state, the fat man was afraid of accidentally hurting Zhang Qiling.

The fat man was repeatedly bounced back by the exploding scales and thrown out by the tentacles, only to crawl over again and again.

"Don't save..." I

Zhang Qiling's consciousness was almost dispersed, and the last sound had been swallowed up.

The young man in white moved his mouth away contentedly and licked his bloodstained lips. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. "Why isn't the little mouse obedient?"