Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Facing Zhang Qiling's slightly shocked eyes, Hei Xia Zi shook the red line he had just hooked.

At this time, the broken red thread was wrapped around the little finger of Hei Xia Zi's right hand. The finger bones were beautiful and the red thread was very long and draped over his arm.

His muscles are smooth, and the red lines make the hand look even better.

"How about a mute tie one for you?" Although Hei Xia Zi asked this, he had no intention of getting a reply from the other party. He had already wrapped the end of the red thread in his hand around the little finger of Zhang Qiling's right hand.

Zhang Qiling watched it again and again. Although it looked a little strange, in his understanding, there was obviously no such mythological story as Yue Lao matchmaking. He was just simply amazed that Hei Xia Zi could see those things.

The others repeatedly passed by the red line at the entrance of the cave, moving back and forth freely without any impact. They could not see or feel it.

Zhang Qiling didn't expect that the red line in Hei Xiazi's hand turned into something tangible that could be touched.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and he couldn't lie. He was like a child whose little secret was discovered and he had no way to explain or refute it. However, Hei Xia Zi had no intention of making things difficult for him.

"How come you are even more susceptible to teasing than a mute?" Hei Xia Zi was probably not satisfied with his reaction, so he peeled off the red thread wrapped around his right little finger with his left hand, and one end hung down. Naturally, the red thread on Zhang Qiling's side also drooped down instantly.

After all, the two of them have only spent a short time together and it is difficult to build trust. It is too difficult to expect Zhang Qiling to speak out obediently.

Zhang Qiling blinked a few times, thinking about whether to remove the red string, but the red string was too thin to make any difference.

Thinking of this, the old man touched his long beard and walked over nervously. Fu Fu followed beside him, looking very well-behaved. "Gentlemen, my name is Chen Minghui." I don't know if it is a pseudonym.

"When are we..." Chen Minghui's arm was held by Fu Fu, probably wanting to ask about the time of the fight, but Fu Fu interrupted him and smiled happily at the two of them, naturally like a bright little golden retriever, "Are you blind and dumb? I've always heard grandpa say that, are you really that awesome?!"

Hei Xia Zi saw the look of Wu Xiu as a young wolf on Fu Fu's face. Although Hei Xia Zi was smiling, he actually did not have much patience to deal with a child who had just reached adulthood, so he only chose to reply to Chen Minghui's words, "At night, remind your guys not to fall asleep." Hei Xia Zi rarely met a boss like this who held his employees in high positions.

However, Hei Xia Zi probably likes the feeling of being able to control the pace of a fight. In the past, he would follow the bosses in the fight and have them protect him closely, but now that he is collecting the money, he feels more like a boss.

Zhang Qiling looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he wore sunglasses in broad daylight but also had the habit of fighting in the middle of the night.

When everyone was fully armed and fighting, Zhang Qiling subconsciously wanted to walk in front, but was driven to the back by Hei Xia Zi, "I trust you, you keep an eye on them for me, don't let them lose me."

Zhang Qiling could only walk at the end of the team, staring blankly at the red line that was becoming denser and denser as everyone went deeper. Fu Fu beside him was holding his arm, as if he felt uneasy. The corridor was dark, with only everyone's flashlights on.

He looked down at the child, who was a head shorter than him, with fluffy hair showing. Zhang Qiling wanted to pull his arm away, but failed the first time. The second time he tried to move, he was held very tightly by him.

“That brother in sunglasses looks very fierce, but I think you look quite kind. You must protect me, grandpa, and my brothers and sisters…” Fu Fu was forbidden to come down at first, but as the saying goes, ignorance is bliss, and the stubborn child could not be driven away.

Zhang Qiling is a man who keeps his promises, or maybe he just wants to save those who want to live, at least his instinct tells him so. When he met those clear eyes and bright smile, he nodded without anyone noticing and agreed to the other party.

The corridor being repaired here is very short. Everyone has reached the end. Hei Xiazi is knocking on the wall in front of him. This should be an ancient delay device. In order to allow the craftsmen to seal the tomb entrance and leave safely, grooves were dug above and below. The cement injected from above gradually solidified and became a dead wall. Attached to the outside are short square wood with anti-corrosion properties.

"It's not a load-bearing wall. Do you have enough explosives, old man?" Hei Xiazi turned around and Chen Minghui immediately asked one of his men to come out. The one carrying the explosives turned out to be a girl who was not even 30 years old, with neat short hair.

The little girl was very skilled in setting up the explosives, at least more skilled than any tomb robber Hei Xia Zi had ever seen, and he couldn't help but take a second look at her.

"Do you mind if I ask your name?" Hei Xia Zi wanted to remember this young skilled blaster. He seldom asked other people's names. Usually, the people he was curious about were either alive or dying.

The places where she installed them were all the weak spots on the wall. There were three places in total, and they were exactly the same as what Hei Xiazi had estimated. She stood up and looked at Hei Xiazi, who was much taller than her, without fear, "Chen Yunyao." The name sounded nice, but it was a bit difficult to pronounce.

Hei Xia Zi was thinking so, and he didn't know whether he remembered that nonchalant look or not. Anyway, he took a few steps back, waiting for the other party to detonate the explosives.

The wall was blown up, and Zhang Qiling swept the ceiling with his flashlight. The tomb chamber had a dome ceiling, with the rise gradually increasing and its appearance close to a steep spire.

There are two types of tomb structures in the Western Han Dynasty: one is to use wooden beams to form a box-shaped outer coffin chamber with one to several layers, with the coffin inside; the other is a "huangchangtichou" tomb built with square wood, with the coffin and burial objects inside. As wood became increasingly scarce and wooden outer coffins were not conducive to long-term preservation, stone and brick tomb chambers were gradually developed.

But the walls and floors here are still made of wood, which shows that the workload at that time was quite large.

The most troublesome thing about the box-type coffin chamber is that it is like playing Tetris, with one layer stacked on top of another. Although the danger level is not high, it is troublesome to explore.

The burial objects here obviously did not attract the couple Chen Pingyang, who were fanatical lovers of cultural relics. Although Zhang Qiling knew nothing now, Hei Xiazi was obviously aware that all of them used pseudonyms.

"This is the slave area. It was the place for slaves to rest when the large mausoleum was being built." Chen Pingyang spat. There were some worthless clay bowls on the ground.

Zhang Qiling was held in Fu Fu's arms and his movements were restricted. Hei Xia Zi glanced at him and ignored the rebellious child. This place was more like a prison than a place to rest. The iron bars enclosed the slaves like livestock. Inside there was only some coarse dust and a quilt that had decayed into threads.

Only by walking further forward can you see some valuable things. People who know the value of things have already rushed over to observe. Two rows of eternally burning lanterns that have been burning for thousands of years are hung on the side of the wall every one meter. The dim green lights are a bit eerie.

But Chen Pingyang drained his kettle and filled it with some wax oil. "The reason why the eternal lamp can burn for a thousand years is because it uses the corpse oil refined by the mermaids!"

Fu Fu felt a little dizzy when listening to him. He rubbed Zhang Qiling's arm. Soon Chen Pingyang explained, "But the combustion conditions of the eternal lamp are very harsh. The combustion chamber needs to be highly airtight to prevent unnecessary loss of oxygen."

There were no living people here before, so naturally there was not enough oxygen. Zhang Qiling had controlled his breathing to be extremely light, fearing that the thin oxygen would not be enough to keep him awake.

But Fu Fu's condition was obviously not good. His face had turned purple, a sign of suffocation. However, Hei Xia Zi unexpectedly did not show any reaction. Instead, he turned around to face everyone, leaning against the wall, and did not move forward.

Hei Xia Zi was waiting for Zhang Qiling to make a move, and was also testing himself. What was he testing? Zhang Qiling couldn't figure it out, so he just carefully looked for the mechanism on the wall until he felt a bulge on a brick, and then he poked his finger into it instantly. This brick was very tight, and it had been hundreds of years, or maybe even longer, and it couldn't have been opened. He turned his hand over and used his thumb to help him take the brick out.

This brick is connected to the vent, and now some fresh air is coming out of it. It is the mechanism that keeps the oxygen in the corridor constant and keeps the lights on.

Hei Xia Zi clapped his hands and cheered, turning into a member of the praise group, "You are so good to me, Dumb. You didn't even want to take off the red string that I tied for you with my own hands. Are you really in love with me, the blind man?" He completely diverted the topic, and everyone's eyes were focused on the two of them, as if they had discovered some shocking news.

Zhang Qiling remained expressionless despite being teased. He tore off the red string on his finger and threw it directly into the eternal lamp. The red string burned and melted, and the evidence was destroyed. As for what others thought, it was not within Zhang Qiling's scope of thought.