Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Hei Xia Zi, the old man and other guys were chased by corpse-bugs. He scratched his head but couldn't figure out why Zhang Qiling didn't catch up. He looked back from time to time, trying to see Zhang Qiling, but unfortunately there was a long team behind him, including the old man who was more nimble than himself, making a total of eight people excluding himself.

The shells of the corpse-bugs collided with each other, and the sound of clattering gave people a headache. Hei Xia Zi did not have Zhang Qiling's Qilin blood, and the corpse-bugs were densely packed, so no matter how accurate his shooting was, it was no match for a Gatling gun.

His fingertips kept sliding across the wall, confirming the overall thickness of the wall as he ran.

Damn, those are all load-bearing walls.

Blowing up the wall was not practical, so he could only push the mirror frame to make the environment in the tomb even darker. However, this situation made his eyes see more clearly. The red lines appeared again, and there was only one thick line in the mess. It was too inconspicuous. Even a blind man would have to observe for a long time to see it in this environment.

He pulled the slightly thicker red line tightly and ran towards the end. The line became more and more complicated and the closer he got to the center, the heavier the mist became.

"Traveling in secret while traveling by boat." Hei Xia Zi was speaking the jargon of the tomb-robbing industry, which roughly meant that those who travel in secret while traveling in public are good sailors. If one wants to find a way to survive, one must find the water route.

In fact, tomb robbers prefer tombs with water sources, because dry tombs without water sources, or treasure caves that have decayed into ashes, are not what they want to see. First, there must be an ecosystem that can sustain life there, and second, most of the treasures will not be damaged too seriously.

By the time the black bear ran to the place, all the corpse-bugs seemed to be afraid of something and retreated away, or they found a more delicious target.

Only when everyone stopped did they truly marvel at the size of this tomb. Endless vitality was spread throughout every corner. The small waterfalls, clear flowing water, wet moss, and even the skulls soaked in the water all looked lovely at this moment.

There are also some fish that eat plankton swimming inside. They crawl out of the skeleton's eye sockets and swim into Mr. Skeleton's mouth. The long-term darkness has caused their eyes to degenerate and be covered with a thick membrane.

Hei Xiazi's throat was smoking and even his breathing was hoarse. The puddle covered with vines was carefully built with a circle of stone bricks, probably to prevent the water from overflowing. He didn't care and just scooped the water with his hands and poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth. There was a sweet taste in his throat, not sure if it was because of the water or the fishy smell coming up from his stomach and throat, but Hei Xiazi finally found the substantial feeling of being alive.

But the others looked at the water that had obviously soaked a corpse, but they did not dare to follow Hei Xia Zi's example and could only endure their thirst.

The reason was simple: the corpse-eating bugs were moving too fast, and it was inevitably a burden for them to carry the supplies. Many people had already thrown away a lot of equipment in order to survive.

Although Hei Xia Zi did not throw away the bag due to his extraordinary physical fitness, he still chose to drink water of unknown origin. This was all because it was winter in Changbai Mountain where Zhang Qiling was originally staying.

And Hei Xia Zi used some tricks, adding ingredients to the aromatherapy in the car to prolong Zhang Qiling's sleep time in order to cover up the long journey, just to prevent Zhang Qiling's appearance from affecting the current situation. One Zhang family head is already chaotic enough, let alone another one that looks exactly like him? !

The place where he brought Zhang Qiling was the place with the most abundant tropical rainfall.

But...Hei Xiazi refreshed himself in the cool water, relieved the sweet and fishy taste in his mouth, and wiped the water from the corner of his lips.

The reason why he drank the water used to soak the corpse to replenish his body with water without any disgust was because he had calculated the time of the local rainy days and was certain that there was a drainage and water storage system in the tomb, otherwise it would have been flooded over the years.

This water comes in from outside, and no one knows when the next supply will come. Every time we drink it, it’s less. Moreover, this tomb is more complicated than we imagined.

Maybe it would take him a long time to get out, a few days, a few weeks? A month was possible. This place was more complicated than any other tomb he had encountered, so he didn't want to use up all the water and food in his backpack.

Moreover, they took the initiative to throw away the burden, which was not the brothers who abandoned their employers! If these people really died, it was definitely not because of him. Hei Xiazi gave himself a good rest, and the few feelings of guilt completely disappeared.

"Hei..." Chen Minghui sipped the water handed to him by his subordinate. There were so many things he wanted to ask, such as how he found the way, where to find his lost nephew and grandson... His hands were skinny and he tightly grasped the clothes. He looked really worried, but Hei Xia Zi had no intention of paying any attention to him.

Hei Xia Zi saw through the old man's tricks. If he was really worried about his children, he would never let those kids escape from his sight. The old man lowered his posture at first, but maintained a scrutinizing gaze from beginning to end.

Even Hei Xia Zi was not very confident, so how could he hand the child over to Zhang Qiling, whom he met for the first time?

Of course, even if Chen Minghui didn't say anything, Hei Xia Zi thought that the most important thing now was to let Zhang Qiling bring those kids to this place. Thinking of this, he began to rub the red line at the entrance of the corridor. This behavior was really artistic in the eyes of others. Who would understand that Hei Ye, who was smiling and drinking corpse water in the previous second, would be rubbing the air like a child rubbing a mud ball at the door in the next second.

Of course, knowing that these Muggles couldn't see the red line, the black blind man also thought they were ignorant until he twisted the originally slightly thick line into a rope.

He kept shaking the rope with one hand at an extremely regular frequency until he felt as if someone pulled it. Hei Xia Zi's eyes hidden behind his sunglasses suddenly lit up. He pulled it towards him, and the other side also pulled it. This strength was definitely a signal from Zhang Qiling, and he was not too far away from him.

However, the red rope that Zhang Qiling held tightly as he ran seemed to have become his death warrant.

“Sister Yao, Brother Yang… I can’t run… anymore… really…” Fu Fu was panting, his face flushed red. Zhang Qiling could only carry him on his back and run.

He was bleeding all the way, but it was of no use. Moreover, when he wanted to use the Qilin Fire, he felt that his body was suppressed by an invisible force. The humidity increased and even his eyelashes were wet.

Apart from running instinctively, Zhang Qiling didn't even have the strength to lift his sword.

He also confirmed the wall, but was unable to blow it up. When he stepped on the ground, he felt like there were weights on it, and now a blood corpse was pressing against his face.

Generally speaking, this bloody corpse was very similar to the terracotta warrior in Changbai Mountain, with a white cloth and a rosy face. He didn't have time to think about it, and used his last bit of strength to kick it hard. After the violent collision, the bloody corpse was directly embedded in the side wall. He grabbed the bloody corpse's head with his left hand and smashed it into the wall again and again, leaving it no chance to survive, and then continued to wash other things in front of it with blood.

This method of attacking based on instinct consumed even more of his energy, and even the faces of Zhang Qiling and Fu Fu on his back were splattered with blood, looking extremely miserable.

There were too many of them. Even if Chen Pingyang and Chen Yunyao were firing guns, they couldn't stop the corpse-eating bugs in this area. The next second, they would be at their necks ready to bite.

Zhang Qiling tore off the bloody corpse's head with his left hand. He didn't know whether it was his blood or its, but the blood kept dripping down the head, dripping like a faucet with a broken valve making its final protest. He thought a lot, and he was not willing to give up his life here.

Chen Pingyang and Chen Yunyao had also reached their limit. There were no bullets in their guns. They wanted to swallow the nausea, but it was completely useless. They almost vomited while chopping with knives. Zhang Qiling could only deal with the blood corpse in front of him with one hand, and deal with the corpse-bugs behind him.

There was only one voice in his head, telling him that he had promised Fu Fu that he would protect them. But when he tore the blood corpse apart again, he didn't care about the pain on his scratched arm and could only lead them to continue moving towards the center.

Zhang Qiling felt a dull pain in his head as he walked, and the red rope in his hand also trembled. Zhang Qiling, who was on the bus preparing to return to Wushanju with Fatty Wu Yu, suddenly saw something in front of him.

Wu Yu immediately noticed Zhang Qiling's stunned look. This was not the usual daze of thinking. He sat there and almost leaned forward, wanting to draw his sword, but felt something was wrong and stretched out his hand. It was not until he touched Wu Yu's face that he came to his senses.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Wu Yu felt something was wrong with him when he was touched by his cold hand.

The fat man also looked at Zhang Qiling with a worried look on his face, "Yes, brother, only if you tell us can we solve it. Has your memory been restored?"

Zhang Qiling noticed the memory and thought it was an illusion, but this was Wu Yu and Fatty, so he didn't mind saying it out loud, "Red rope, bloody corpse, carrying someone, running..."