Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Under the gaze of everyone, the fat man's expression suddenly changed. He looked as dull as a puppet whose control strings were suddenly pulled apart. In full view of everyone, the skin on his face drooped like flowing water. To be more precise, it looked more like a burning candle that was melting.

"No! He just disappeared like that. How can we find Fatty and Qi Ling!" Wu Yu's eyes widened as he and Hei Xia Zi used their guns to shoot at the surrounding snakes and the corpses that were rushing towards them. Zhang Qiling started swinging his knife and wanted to shed blood when he saw there were too many of them, but was stopped by Wu Yu. "Your blood is useless against snakes. Qilin blood is only useful for those things below."

In the end, they could only watch the fat man's clone turn into a pool of black water on the ground.

Hei Xiazi knew that Wu Xie still lacked experience. As he fired, he took out the red crayon from his pocket and shook it, "I left a mark on Dumb 2.0, so I can see it, you blind man."

Dumb 2.0, this was the first time Wu Xie heard this name from Hei Xia Zi's mouth.

Yan Bucun's vision was blurred. He didn't know whose clothes he was holding. He only felt his footsteps, dodging and hiding with the person in front of him. He listened to Hei Xiazi talking and thought of the pattern painted on Zhang Qiling's coat at that time:

"Little red flower? What's the use of that?"

He had no idea how that thing could be called a mark.

"I already said I can see, so don't ask any more questions." Hei Xiazi became irritable for a rare time and ordered them again: "Close your eyes, don't look at anything, don't think about anything."

He glanced at Zhang Qiling, and after they made eye contact, Zhang Qiling immediately took the lead in covering Wu Yu's eyes.

In an instant, everything around became silent because of this silence. All the snakes and writhing corpses disappeared in an instant, as if they were facing something they feared very much.

Hei Xia Zi took off his sunglasses, leaving his back to everyone. No one knew what he was doing. His eyes swept around and finally stopped at the gate of Golmud Sanatorium. At this time, there was no bronze door and the dead Zhang Qiling there. Instead, there was an iron door that was wide open and creaking in the wind.

His eyes were rarely focused, and he discovered the truth through the invisible darkness.

Hei Xiazi immediately put on his sunglasses. He felt a dull pain in his eyes and rubbed them subconsciously. "Found it. Follow me."

They opened their eyes and saw Hei Xia Zi rubbing his eyes covered by lenses, and it was obvious that he was uncomfortable.

"Blind." Zhang Qiling rarely spoke. He pressed down Hei Xiazi's hand that was constantly rubbing his eyes. The eyes hidden behind the mirror closed and did not look at him.

Hei Xia Zi shook off his hand and stiffly blocked the other party's question: "At this level, you are still not blind. You are still standing here, are you trying to see who can cosplay the wooden stake more realistically?"

Wu Yu, who was being held by Yan Bucun's clothes, took the lead and walked, "Brother, go find Fatty and the others first."

Zhang Qiling knew what Wu Yu meant. If he cared about these things now, Fatty and Zhang Qiling would be in more danger later. He pushed Wu Yu behind him and led the way.

Wu Yu moved more slowly than the Nan Xia Bei Ya duo, and he also knew that he couldn't get a word in about the current situation. After all, Hei Xia Zi was no less mysterious than anyone else.

The wind blew the leaves, making rustling sounds like the sound of a sword cutting a human body. The moment they stepped out of the door, everything here changed.

Everyone was lying on the branches of the bronze tree. There was no road under their feet, just a bunch of sticky tentacles wriggling and entangled in the tree.

The tomb was brightly lit, as brilliant as if it had never been abandoned. When they got up, they found Zhang Qiling on the opposite side, who was entangled by layers of tentacles, and a white figure, blocking half of the fat man's body.

"Fatty! Qi Ling! Are you okay?!" Wu Yu shouted.

The young man in white, who was about to kill the fat man, had already pinched the fat man's neck. The fat man's face turned red and he obviously couldn't breathe. The young man heard Wu Yu's call, withdrew his hand, and chose to quickly flash in front of Zhang Qiling, as if he was protecting his treasure.

"Rats, so many of them." The young man said this, as if he did not take mortals like Wu Yu seriously.

Hei Xia Zi was rarely treated well by Zhang Qiling and was helped up.

Yan Bucun's eyesight slowly recovered at this time. Although he could not see the young man completely, he chose to shoot directly.

Even though his eyes had not recovered yet, his shooting skills were still top-notch. The opponent did not dodge, allowing the bullet to penetrate his forehead and pierce his head. He then touched the bloody hole on his forehead dully, as if he did not feel any pain.

"How dare you take Qi Ling away, how dare you!" The muzzle of Yan Bushun's gun was now terribly hot after each bullet was fired, but he continued to fire continuously.

Countless blood holes appeared on the boy's body. His scarlet vertical pupils were wide open, but he didn't move. Perhaps he was too disdainful to fight with Yan Bucun. He just needed to prevent Zhang Qiling from being snatched away by others. As for everything else, it didn't matter.

Zhang Qiling and Wu Yu had already jumped down when he fired the first shot. There were many snakes and insects in the mountains, and they all had five bottles of serum in their bags. While Yan Bucun was fighting the young man, they had already pulled the fat man away from the battlefield and quickly injected him with serum.

The fat man's arms were covered with purple bruises and impact injuries. The toxins in his neck had seeped in, but they stopped as the serum was injected. "I knew that Tian Zhen... Brother would definitely come..." The fat man spoke weakly, but he still pulled himself together and looked towards Zhang Qiling, "We still have to...save Brother Qiling... He was bitten too..."

When he mentioned Zhang Qiling's name, the young man in white immediately turned his head and looked at the fat man.

"Qi Ling is mine!" The young man hugged Zhang Qi Ling as if declaring his sovereignty. His tentacles wrapped around him tighter, and even Zhang Qi Ling, who was in a coma, frowned in pain.

Hei Xia Zi also recovered at this time, jumped down grabbing Yan Bucun's collar, "Let me guess, are you it, or the thing itself?" He said jokingly, and threw the person in his hand down roughly, without any pity for Yan Bucun because he was the sponsor.

But Yan Buchun actually took Hei Xiazi's gun when he came down. Hei Xiazi couldn't help but turn his head to look at him.

The two guns fired one after another, fast and dense, bullets like raindrops. Zhang Qiling was also swinging his knife quickly. Hei Xia Zi had no choice but to go to Wu Yu, take away Wu Yu and Fatty's guns and start fighting.

This time, the attack was completely blocked by the tentacles under the boy.

"Why are you helping outsiders?" The young man had a puzzled expression, not knowing who he was talking to.

The next second, Yan Bucun, who was preparing to get close, brushed past the young man in white and ran straight towards Zhang Qiling. He shouted, "Brother, use your blood!"

Yan Bucun's speed was extremely fast, as if he passed by like a flash of lightning. His eyes were firm and resolute, and there was only Zhang Qiling in his eyes.

Zhang Qiling heard Yan Bugun's cry and cut his palm with a knife. Blood splashed from his hand onto the boy's forehead. After coming into contact with such a high concentration of Qilin blood, it finally felt the pain and began to howl. Its tentacles swung more irregularly, slapping the ground and chasing everyone, causing the ground to shake.

Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qi Ling were fighting against the crazy boy, Wu Yu was carrying the fat man on his back and trying to find a way out, Yan Bu Cun had already held Zhang Qi Ling's face, "Qi Ling! Wake up!!"

The unconscious Zhang Qiling's face was as pale as paper, his lips were tightly closed, as if he had lost all vitality. The huge noises around him echoed in his ears, but he was not disturbed at all.

His breathing was shallow and weak, as if it would stop at any moment.

"I found the exit!!!" Wu Yu saw an escape passage that should have been left for the craftsmen when they were building this temple and ancient tomb.

The current situation has become even more difficult to communicate.

The tentacles in the sky were swaying densely, chasing Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling like whack-a-mole. Even though Zhang Qiling was bleeding and the Qilin blood was burning violently with a brilliant flame, burning it, it did not let go of the tentacles wrapped around Zhang Qiling.

Yan Bu Cun couldn't figure out Zhang Qiling, so he could only explain first, "It is for the purpose of nourishing its offspring. Zhang Qiling has accepted its incense, and will become a sacrifice to nourish it! It will absorb some nutrients from the Qilin blood, but it cannot directly come into contact with the high-purity Qilin blood!" He saw all this from his own ancient books.

The white-clothed young man who was fighting with Nan Xia and Bei Ya suddenly saw his abdomen become thinner, and six beads were flashing under the pale and transparent skin. Although Yan Bucun could not explain it clearly in a short time, Zhang Qiling obviously understood it and gave Hei Xia Zi a look. As Hei Xia Zi reloaded the bullets, the denser and suffocating rain of bullets fell faster.

Zhang Qiling dodged the countless tentacles rushing towards him, his eyes determined. These tentacles were so strange that every time he dodged it was like playing a cat and mouse game with them.

He moved forward at a rapid speed and with steady steps, until his finger had already stabbed hard into the boy's abdomen.

The boy's face had been corroded by the Qilin's blood, and the upper half of his face gradually turned into black water that kept dripping down. He strangely twisted his head 180 degrees, with half of his head facing Yan Bucun behind him, leaving only his mouth still speaking:

"You are my descendant...How could you..."

Before he could finish, Zhang Qiling dug out the six beads from it. Its skin instantly became shriveled, as if all the moisture and vitality had been sucked away.

"What descendants? You monster." Yan Bugun's cold eyes revealed his disgust and contempt for it, and he responded without any emotion.

As the tentacles that bound Zhang Qiling fell, Yan Bucun caught him steadily, and this time Zhang Qiling was buried deep in his arms again.

Zhang Qiling was its sacrifice.

And Zhang Qiling is his god.