Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

"No, more than a thousand years old, are you kidding me?" Hei Xiazi thought he was an immortal, but Fu Fu told him that a human could actually live to 1,570 years old? !

Fu Fu ignored him this time. He just looked back at the original road that he had blocked. He seemed to have sensed something from the dense red lines and just murmured:

"here we go."

Hei Xia Zi followed his gaze and asked, "What started?" He had some vague guesses in his mind, fearing that something might have happened to that fool Zhang Qiling.

The result was as he expected. Fu Fu looked away with excitement in his eyes. "The prayer ceremony has begun! Master Yan can wake up now!!!"

Just now, Fatty gave the driver some of his wife's money from his own pocket and asked him to drive. Although in this world having no money means having no life, in his mind now, his money is far less important than Zhang Qiling's safety.

The fat guy was not actually the one who could keep calm the most. He just pretended to be cheerful and encouraging, but when the time came he was not ambiguous at all.

The fat man drove the bus at full speed along the dark wild road. He even filled the tank to the bottom in order to get back to the inn where they had stayed as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, there were no other passengers on this train because it was a late train.

Zhang Qiling suddenly stood up as if awakened from silence and said quickly: "I see."

The environment in front of him turned into a pitch-black darkness.

Wu Yu didn't care about his frostbitten hands, and immediately grabbed Zhang Qiling and asked, "Brother, what did you see?!"

"He is too quiet." Zhang Qiling said suddenly with a tense face.

In the pitch-dark environment, Zhang Qiling didn't want to utter even a groan or a breath. He bit his lower lip and used the blood that was gushing out to stay awake.

From his perspective, the thick darkness surrounding him turned in an instant into Wu Di who was looking at him with concern.

Zhang Qiling's gaze was fixed on Wu Yu's lips, which were opening and closing. However, he could not hear what the other party was saying. He only heard Zhang Qiling's "quiet".

The three of them must be together...

fortunately.

He wanted to think about something else, but was interrupted by pain again.

It hurts! It hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! ! ! !

I'm going to be torn to pieces! I'm going to be torn to pieces!!!

Zhang Qiling's mind was a mess. In his current state, he couldn't think about why Wu Yu appeared in front of him.

And Wu Yu naturally didn't understand what Zhang Qiling meant by "he's too quiet". Was Zhang Qiling still safe, or was he unable to say anything because of some critical situation?

Zhang Qiling spoke again, "He is too quiet."

It was so quiet that he couldn't tell what was going on with Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling was so able to endure the pain that he didn't utter a word even in this situation.

He clearly felt that the bones in his shoulder joint had been dislocated and his arm was being torn apart by that thing. Hot blood kept flowing down the opening. Zhang Qiling turned over in the narrow environment. Although his perspective was replaced, it did not affect his use of body instinct to reserve space to draw out the black gold ancient sword.

However, he was unable to pull out the handle of the knife. As the blade was too long, it was directly hit against the inner wall of the tree trunk and his knife was embedded in it.

Zhang Qiling no longer had the strength to pull out the knife again, because his body temperature was dropping rapidly, and the pain that followed was sweeping over and beating his extremely broken nerves.

Outside the tree, Chen Yunyao, Chen Pingyang and the rest of the gang had already gone deep into the area. Looking at the towering human-faced tree covered with fruits fed by Zhang Qiling's blood, they couldn't wait to climb up and start eating them.

They were like dominated beasts, without any psychological qualms towards the fruit with human faces. All they could see was the mouth-watering food.

Hei Xiazi ran quickly in the corridor with the map given by Chen Minghui. Fu Fu was entangled by the red line and fell on his face like a mop. He looked ahead and didn't have time to turn around and scold Fu Fu, "What kind of ritual is this?! If you fucking kill this idiot, I will never forgive you!!!"

Obviously, Hei Xia Zi and Fu Fu had just experienced a melee, and the two's retreat was now full of burning flames, and the red line had been burned to ashes. Hei Xia Zi's worry made him attack Fu Fu quickly and fiercely just now. Fu Fu did not have a physical plug-in this time, so in a pure fight of force, he was indeed no match for Hei Xia Zi.

Fu Fu's hands and feet, who was being mopped on the ground, had been broken by Hei Xia Zi, but he did not feel any pain, nor did he show any displeasure. Even when he rubbed his face on the ground, not a drop of blood came out. If you look closely, you can see that his originally tender skin is now gradually turning into cracked bark that has not been moisturized by water.

The black bear running in front obviously had no energy to observe Fu Fu's changes, let alone pay attention to Fu Fu who was giggling even when he was treated like this.

His heart was on Zhang Qiling below, and he secretly cursed himself for not being faster!

When Hei Xia Zi, gasping for breath and trying hard to hold up his legs without falling, finally reached the bottom, the panic on his face suddenly disappeared when he saw the scene inside the tomb. The dome was the arms of the Zhang family, and on the ground, what caught his sight were corpses lying all over the place.

Their heads were eaten by the anaconda that was lurking on the ground with its eyes narrowed in satisfaction. Fresh blood flowed into the tree roots in a crisscross pattern until it reached the dense branches of the tree, where new heads began to grow one after another.

"Ah~ Brother Hei is late." Fu Fu's face was completely unrecognizable. His torn face looked like a torn rattle. He looked at Hei Xia Zi with only a pair of dark, empty eyes.

The black bear did not stand still, nor was he afraid of the anaconda, probably because he realized that the anaconda was full and satisfied.

He tried his best to find Zhang Qiling's figure, and kept rummaging through the pile of corpses. His leather jacket was rarely stained with blood, but now it was covered with mud due to his movements.

The pieces of flesh from the corpses were stuck to his body, but Hei Xia Zi ignored them and continued to turn the bodies over. After he had looked at every corpse, he knelt on the ground in disbelief.

That fool,

How dare he die?!

"Brother Hei, stop turning over. The gods absorbed by the human-faced tree and the monsters will eventually become the nourishment for resurrecting Lord Yan!" Fu Fu's limbs were strangely twisted. He lay on the ground, using his face that no longer looked like a human. He turned 180 degrees before facing Hei Xia Zi.

Hei Xiazi had empty eyes and muttered, "I brought him here, I brought him here..." He took a few steps and picked up the gun from the corpse on the ground.

The cold gun was pointed at Fu Fu's forehead, and the bullet passed through the other's body, leaving a hole, but still no blood flowed out.

"Hehe...Brother Hei, you are really late! If you were a little bit earlier...oh, why am I telling you this~" Fu Fu was not killed, and his laughter sounded particularly cheerful, but the brighter he laughed, the more Hei Xia Zi felt that he was being mocked by him.

With murderous intent in his eyes, he fired several shots, almost completely covering Fu Fu's eyes and even smashing his head. Hei Xia Zi suppressed his trembling voice and spoke word by word:

"I...want to take him home..."

When Wu Yu saw this page, he looked seriously at the still alive Zhang Qiling. The other party did not recover his memory. He just moved a small stool and sat obediently beside him, holding Wu Xiaogou in his arms.

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Yu with calm eyes, without any ripples.

It seemed as if what Hei Xia Zi recorded came from another story that had nothing to do with him.

The fat man lying on the bed had never thought that such a thing would happen to Zhang Qiling during that period. He sat up, leaned against the corner of the bed, took out a bar of chocolate from his bag, and handed it to Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling caught it with his hands and looked at the puppy in his arms again, "You can't eat with dirty hands..."

He spoke calmly. This was a rule set by Wu Yu. He was afraid that the two young men would go up the mountain to catch game or pet Wu's puppy, and then come back to eat with dirty hands. After all, Wu Yu had actually encountered this once before at the dinner table.

"Qi Ling, did you touch Wu Xiaogou without washing your hands?" Wu Yu put his hands on his hips. Although he was scolding, he was not arrogant at all.

Zhang Qiling sat at the dinner table and shook his head firmly, but he was not very good at lying. He twisted his hands under the table and made a lot of small movements.

Therefore, Zhang Qiling, who was determined not to lie and touch the dog, was caught by Wu Xie on the spot with a hand full of dog hair, because it happened to be the puppy's fur-changing period at that time.

Zhang Qiling now looks a little pitiful as he is holding the chocolate but cannot eat it.

Zhang Qiling came over, took the chocolate, and carefully tore open the package, "I didn't touch it." He really had never touched the dog. After saying that, he broke off a piece of chocolate and put it close to Zhang Qiling's mouth.

"Yeah." Zhang Qiling responded and ate it without hesitation.

As the sweetness of the chocolate melted in his mouth, Zhang Qiling, who had not eaten the chocolate, subconsciously placed the fingertips that had just touched the chocolate on his lips.

Ok,

Very sweet.

"Brother, did I ever tell you that you can't just break the chocolate with your hands and feed it to Qi Ling!" Wu Yu plucked the chicken feathers off Zhang Qi Ling's head, "You just touched the millet that was drying outside for the little yellow chickens! Didn't you wash your hands?!"

Zhang Qiling shook his head firmly.

I am not,

I don't,

Don't talk nonsense.