Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Fu Fu watched as Zhang Qiling took a ball of air from his fingers and threw it into the eternal lamp. Suddenly, the lamp changed from a cluster of flickering green flames to a normal red flame.

The dim light was flowing, and the light from the eternal lamp shone delicately on everyone's faces. Hei Xia Zi had a smile on his face and was rarely quiet.

The Chen family's team stood there in a daze, unable to see anything, as the firelight flickered. They looked like a group of fools.

Chen Minghui coughed lightly a few times and stomped on his crutches to draw everyone's attention back. Judging from his appearance, he was about sixty years old and obviously did not understand the budding relationship between boys.

He just squinted at the only ever-burning lamp that changed color, with his drooping wrinkles covering most of his eyes. If someone got closer, they would definitely find that Chen Minghui revealed an incomprehensible emotion at this time.

"Master Hei, let's go." Although Chen Minghui said this, his eyes kept wandering between Zhang Qiling and the lamp with an imperceptible scrutiny.

Zhang Qiling, who was extremely sensitive to such scrutiny, already felt uncomfortable. Unfortunately, Fu Fu was completely unaware of this. Instead, he hugged his arms tighter, showing an innocent smile, and scolded, "Grandpa, even if you didn't tell me, Brother Hei would have taken us away!"

Hei Xia Zi raised his eyebrows. He always kept a low profile when taking on a job. This was a rare guy who would praise Hei Xia Zi so highly.

"Yes, Brother Hei will take you away, but kids have to help me take care of Brother Zhang, okay?" Hei Xia Zi was not coaxing him. He just wanted Fu Fu to restrain Zhang Qiling to prevent the elusive Brother Zhang 2.0 from suddenly disappearing again.

Fu Fu accepted the task well and even smiled with a dimple, "I promise to complete the task!"

Zhang Qiling was held in the arms and couldn't use force against a child. A rare look of real stubbornness appeared on his face. It was different from the expressionless face he had before. Now he was truly helpless.

Everyone was walking in a bright place. The eternal lights here, because of the oxygen injection, illuminated a long corridor that seemed to have no end in sight.

"Sister Yao, how long will it take?" Chen Pingyang observed his surroundings and asked Chen Yunyao, who might have a closer relationship with him.

Unfortunately, Chen Yunyao did not reply to him at this time. He stopped for a while, but found that the team did not stop because of his slowed down pace.

Have you ever seen corpse-carrying in Xiangxi?

At this moment, all the people in front of him were lined up one by one, with their hands on each other's shoulders, and were jumping forward.

A foul smell in the air instantly penetrated his nostrils. He had never smelled the smell of a corpse of his own kind. If he knew, he would definitely scream out loud right now.

Chen Pingyang covered his mouth, suppressing the urge to vomit, but the next moment, a bone-cold skeleton hand placed his hand on his shoulder. He endured the soreness in his eyes from the smoke and turned his head with a fearless look, but warm liquid was touched on his forehead!

"Ayang! Let me go! I am Yunyao!!" Chen Yunyao's neck was tightly clamped by his hands. At this time, Chen Pingyang was on top of her, and the person under him could only kick her legs continuously.

After the contact of the blood, Chen Pingyang regained consciousness instantly and let go of his hand. There were already two black handprints on Chen Yunyao's neck, and he fell to the ground.

Chen Yunyao, who survived the disaster, was gasping for breath, her chest heaving violently, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to breathe oxygen for the rest of her life in the next second.

Now Chen Pingyang was rubbing his dizzy head. What was in front of him was not a skeleton, but a figure dressed in white that Zhang Qiling was holding in his right hand. A human figure's outline could be vaguely seen. Fu Fu was protected behind him, with a look of horror on his face.

Zhang Qiling looked at Chen Pingyang and wondered why he hadn't stood up yet. Thinking that the blood he had just given was not enough, he used his left hand to throw another drop of Qilin blood onto his forehead.

It was warm, just like the drop just now.

Only after a good rest did Chen Yunyao have the opportunity to talk about what had just happened. Generally speaking, the current situation is that the entire team has been broken up, and the huge swarm of corpse-bugs seemed to have chased away most of the guys as well as Hei Xia Zi and Chen Minghui with a purpose.

However, Hei Xia Zi sent a signal to Zhang Qiling, asking him not to follow.

"That old guy's legs and feet move faster than a pair of Hot Wheels and he doesn't even care about his grandson! I'm his niece after all!" Chen Yunyao covered her aching neck but couldn't help gritting her teeth.

Fu Fu, who was standing by, also felt a lump in his throat. He didn't understand why his grandfather would just abandon him.

Zhang Qiling followed Hei Xia Zi's command and could only lead Chen Pingyang, Chen Yunyao and Fu Fu, who were less physically fit, into another more complicated corridor. Then Chen Pingyang went crazy and almost strangled Chen Yunyao to death... Of course, he was finally saved by Zhang Qiling's "Menbao Blood".

"Um, Brother Zhang, what is this?" Chen Pingyang didn't dare to ask why Zhang Qiling's blood was so useful. He just avoided the main point and chose to ask about the thing in the other party's hand. Moreover, looking at Zhang Qiling in front of him who seemed younger than himself, he couldn't call him "Master" because he always felt something was weird.

Zhang Qiling's skin is paler than that of ordinary people, and he has a handsome face with very clear facial features. Now he is sitting on the ground, holding the thing with long hair and white clothes in his right hand, which is very weird.

Although they had heard rumors about the Blind Man in the South and the Mute Man in the North on the street, no one told them that the Mute Zhang was such a good person, so good that he was now engaged in the tomb-robbing business, which was a pity no matter how they looked at it.

After hearing Chen Pingyang's question, Zhang Qiling thought for a while, as if he was thinking about how to explain the situation of this thing in a more understandable way.

"Puppet." Zhang Qiling said briefly, his eyes fixed on Chen Pingyang. His cold expression frightened Chen Pingyang. He naturally did not think that the other party was frightened by him, but he explained more.

"It possesses a human body in order to leave."

This kind of thing originally had no substance. The reason why Zhang Qiling was able to catch it and present it completely in soul-like form was because he tied the puppet with dense red strings in the air, while other people could not see it and only thought that the thing was caught by his own hands.

The puppet in his hand let out a cry to break the silence. Zhang Qiling looked at it and pressed his palm on its face without a trace of pity. The skin of that thing was originally as pale as paper, but it cracked after coming into contact with the blood of the Qilin. It was unknown whether it was real flesh and blood, or a constructed soul, but it actually made a sound like glass shattering.

It stopped moving. Zhang Qiling loosened his hand. Among the falling fragments, he stretched out his right hand and accurately picked up a round mirror without any cracks. Only this one exuded a bewitching scarlet color.

At this time, Fu Fu also tied his left hand with gauze. The playful bow was a little inconsistent with Zhang Qiling's personality, but Zhang Qiling didn't care, because at this time, his attention was all attracted by the thickest red line in his sight.

No, it was not just a red line, it was more like a twisted rope that was constantly shaking, almost pulling the jade beads in Zhang Qiling's pocket to roll there. He could only hold down the red jade beads that wanted to escape, but even the lens in his hand was flashing.

Is it a black bear?

No, Zhang Qiling quickly denied it.

After all, didn’t Hei Xiazi forbid him to go with him?

No one could see the red line. They only saw Zhang Qiling with an expressionless face. He held the lens in his right hand and pressed his pocket with his left hand, but his eyes were looking at one of the narrow corridors. It looked like a pool of silent lake water.

This makes people wonder, is he thinking, or seeing something?

"Follow me." Zhang Qiling stood up. This was a decision made out of instinct. Since Hei Xia Zi just asked him not to follow him, how could he be completely sure that he was Hei Xia Zi at the end of the red line?

Zhang Qiling is already subconsciously playing word games.

The three of them immediately followed. After all, compared to surviving on their own, Zhang Qiling, as an experienced person, could increase their chances of survival. There was no eternal light here. The only darkness was the visible light from the flashlight and the lens in Zhang Qiling's hand.

But then, it was not just the corpse-eating bugs that were trying to surround them. Perhaps all the unknown creatures that sensed the light source were approaching, and the four of them ran as fast as they could for a long time.

Zhang Qiling's Qilin blood was not an endless tap. Although it was smeared on their bodies, it could not do anything against the large number of corpse-bugs. Moreover, the deeper they ran, the more moisture they felt in the air.

The moisture continued to dilute the scent of the Qilin's blood. There must be abundant vegetation near the center of the tunnel, which is why there is such a thick mist. If this continued, even Zhang Qiling himself knew that he would lose too much blood sooner or later.

The red string trembles, and the matchmaker is helping them.

blind……

Countless blood corpses opened their bloody mouths and attacked from the front and back to prevent them from getting close to the source of the red line!!!