Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi were in the tomb and had no idea of ​​the time outside. More than three days had passed since Zhang Qiling left Changbai Mountain.

When the iron triangle learned that Zhang Qiling might be killed, they had already made a joint decision.

The fat man took off the backpack from the frame above his head and handed it to Zhang Qiling. Wu Yu had already taken the lead and rushed to the driver's side with the bag on his back. "Hey, big brother, we have something very urgent to do! Can you stop by the roadside?"

The car was driving on a country road. Wu Yu chose a good time to speak so that it would not cause the car to feel awkward entering the highway, nor would it make the driver feel particularly embarrassed. Although the place here is remote, it is much better than getting off at a transfer station. He will try to stop a car on the road, even if he has to walk, Wu Yu will walk over!

The driver in the driver's seat turned the steering wheel and looked sideways at the dark scenery outside. Only the car lights illuminated the dirt road ahead. The driver spoke fluent Northeastern dialect and warned: "Hey, little brother, you are from the south! You don't know how cold it is in the Northeast. What can you do when you go out in such darkness! What if something happens when you go out?!"

He frightened the young man Wu Yi, and was particularly responsible. He used vivid and descriptive language to describe the ferocity of the country bear, and even described the bear as a monster that could swallow seven heads in one bite.

Wu Yu's expression twisted for a moment, and he wanted to say something more in rebuttal, but his talking skills were not good enough, and he was choked by the other party and his face was pulled down.

He still wanted to say something, but he couldn't do something ridiculous like grabbing the steering wheel. He was getting more and more anxious, and his hands and feet seemed to be sweating. At this moment, something grabbed his shoulder. He turned around and found that it was Zhang Qiling. The other party was carrying a single-shoulder bag, and the black gold ancient sword was afraid that it would be confiscated by the driver, so he wrapped it with layers of cloth strips and tied it around the bag, overlapping them.

When Zhang Qiling was unhappy, he always felt a little depressed. Wu Yu saw the "dangerous tool" on his back again. Now it was a dark and windy night, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

It seemed right for the driver not to let me get off the car.

No matter how you look at it, Zhang Qiling doesn't look like a simple traveler, right? Wu Yu controlled his divergent thoughts and turned around to continue talking to the driver, "Brother, we really have to get off! I just received news that my brother might be missing! I have to get off the bus and go back, really, I mean it...!"

He spoke excitedly, his eyes red with nervousness. At this time, the fat man came over with a bag on his back and put a stack of red bills into the driver's arms.

Seeing Qian Jinhuai, the driver immediately braked and leaned forward. Wu Xie almost fell headfirst, but fortunately Zhang Qiling grabbed him.

"No, brother, no! How can I accept your money? Besides, why didn't you tell me earlier? Saving a brother is such a big deal! Why do you tell me now?!" The driver was indeed a kind-hearted man. He immediately called another bus that was returning with the same group, indicating that there were three people on the bus who wanted to return to Changbai Mountain. After all, he would not really delay others for them.

As the driver dropped the three of them off, he was still mumbling, "It's cold in the Northeast at night, you better wrap up your coats tightly! There are a lot of wild animals outside these days, and many have frozen to death!"

Wu Yu showed his fair little face from the bulky down jacket covered by the quilt. He sniffed and nodded. The air that came out was so cold that it stung his nose. It was obvious that the driver was right about the coldness.

The three of them set off quickly and squatted at a fork in the road, waiting for the return bus that the driver mentioned. During this time, the fat man kept wrapping Wu Yu and Zhang Qiling tightly with various scarves and coats bought on the road, even to the point where they were so tightly wrapped that you couldn't tell there were two people inside the pile of clothes.

These clothes were originally prepared for Zhang Qiling. Because they didn't know what he liked, they bought many kinds of styles, sizes, and fabrics. However, they borrowed Xiaohua's money to buy the clothes. When Wu Yi thought about it now, he blushed in embarrassment.

Although they didn't expect Zhang Qiling to leave quietly without disturbing them, fortunately, these coats came in handy now.

Zhang Qiling couldn't stretch his limbs and was wrapped up like a dumpling. He used his extremely bloated arms to sweep away the snow covering the stone piles under the road sign, and motioned the fat man and Wu Yu who were pacing in the cold to sit down.

The three of them sat together in a daze, like sparrows watching the wind on a wire, but there was no chirping of joyful birds, only the sound of constant nasal sniffing and trembling grinding of teeth.

“Little... little brother... are you sure... that you haven’t seen... those things again...?” Wu Yu was shaking violently. He was sandwiched between Zhang Qiling and the fat man, and his tongue was so frozen that he couldn’t even straighten it out.

Zhang Qiling closed his eyes tightly, then opened them quickly and shook his head, still seeming blind.

Seeing that the two of them were gradually becoming depressed, the fat man hugged Wu Yu tightly, because he was wrapped up so tightly that he couldn't stretch his hands open, and it was difficult for him to reach Zhang Qiling over there.

But when Zhang Qiling saw the fat man trying hard to hook towards him, he very tactfully moved closer to the middle and finally let the fat man touch his back.

“No, no, no…it’s okay…Brother Qi Ling was taken away by Black Glasses…with the combined skills of the two of them…wouldn’t that mean Zongzi’s life would be in jeopardy in a matter of minutes?” What the fat man said made sense. No matter how injured he was, as long as Black Glasses was there, he would be able to get out alive.

At this time, the car finally arrived. The driver was much younger than the driver in front. At first, he almost didn't realize that there were three people sitting on the stone pillar. He thought it was a pile of unwanted clothes thrown away by others.

It was Zhang Qiling who suddenly jumped up, grabbed Wu Yu and the fat man, and the driver, seeing a pile of cotton jackets moving, realized that these things turned out to be people.

Entering the car and feeling the warmth, Wu Yu did not dare to delay for a moment. His red hands were still writing on the notebook. The handwriting at this time was not very beautiful, and the trembling handwriting was like Parkinson's disease in his later years.

Wu Yu wrote down the address of the hotel where they were staying in Changbai Mountain and came to the driver, "We are going to this place, thank you..."

His lips were pale from the cold. Zhang Qiling finally took off all his clothes, leaving only a down jacket, and saw Wu Yu standing there talking to the driver. Wu Yu was really anxious. If it wasn't for the fact that he would really freeze to death outside, even Zhang Qiling had to admit that if the bus didn't come, Wu Yu really wanted to walk there.

The fat man took out the frostbite ointment from his bag and applied it to Zhang Qiling first. After applying it to Zhang Qiling, the fat man pulled Wu Yu, who was chattering about the driver's progress, to his side and said, "Fatty, I haven't finished yet!"

"What should you do with your hands? Do you want them to be frozen and swollen so that you can't even lift anything?!" Although the fat man was scolding, his technique of applying the medicine was gentle. Only then did Wu Yu realize the dense tingling pain in his hands after his body became warm.

Wu Yu lowered his eyes, regretting his lack of impulse just now, "Sorry... Sorry Fatty..."

"Care makes you confused." Zhang Qiling interrupted Wu Yu who was about to continue apologizing. His eyes revealed an absolute certainty, as if he saw through Wu Yu.

At the same time, Fu Fu was being questioned by Hei Xia Zi, "Why am I here? I am Lord Yan's man in the Chen family. Who knew they were replacing the Chen family's team and insisted on digging Lord Yan's tomb? How could I let them do it!"

Hei Xia Zi has a strong ability to bewitch people. With just a few words, he made Fu Fu confess 100%. According to Fu Fu, he had lived here for a long time, until Lord Yin Yan told him to go out and lurk in the Chen family. In the end, he became a corpse fisherman, that is, a sacrifice who could be replaced at any time when exploring tombs.

Because Fu Fu did not do a good job but he did not die every time, he had no sense of existence in the Chen family. The only thing was that he had a godfather, Chen Minghui, who made his existence feel a little real.

Hei Xia Zi continued to seduce, "How old is your Lord Yan? How come he knows Grandpa Hai?"

Of course, he knew that the "Hai" mentioned by Fu Fu was most likely Wang Canghai's Hai. Although Fu Fu was ruthless in killing people, he was a complete blank slate when it came to the ways of the world. Even though the Chen family had taught him lessons for so many years, he still answered Hei Xiazi seriously, "You can't guess, can you? Lord Yan is already 1,570 years old! As for Lord Yan knowing Grandpa Hai, it's because Lord Yan was Grandpa Hai's teacher, and they have a very good relationship!"

When Zhang Qiling saw the name on the signature, he felt dizzy and everything here began to distort. He fell backwards, trying to touch the still smiling Xiao Cun, but in the end his eyes only stayed on the several broken arms on the dome, and then everything suddenly went dark the moment his body fell to the ground.

He felt around in confusion, only to find that he was wrapped in something with a very rough texture.

Like... bark?

Suddenly his right hand began to bleed inexplicably. No, something was trying to tear off his arm!

The boa constrictor blinked its scarlet vertical pupils and spit out its tongue, watching the gradually growing human-faced tree bear fruit. It quickly wrapped around the trunk and took a bite of the fullest fruit among the dense leaves.

And what that fruit grows out of,

It was Zhang Qiling’s face…