Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Zhang Qiling came to Heixiazi's temporary residence, a small village called Laoai, and the pile of red lines hovered above the village like a protective shield, like a huge net covering the sky.

But in fact, before entering the village, the environment here was not dark, but both of them could see the red lines, so in their sight, the red lines blocking the sky looked like thick and drooping tree crowns, making this place look like night.

Their car drove around the outskirts and then drove into an empty courtyard. It certainly didn't look like a house that had ever been inhabited by anyone.

Hei Xia Zi moved the corpse bit by bit and spoke to Zhang Qiling in a low voice, "Before taking this job, I did feel something was wrong, so I came to investigate once, but nothing happened at that time. I could only buy a small house here to prevent any accidents from happening. I won't even have a place to die."

He said it easily, as if he had bought himself a coffin. Zhang Qiling's hands were wrapped so he couldn't move the corpse and could only stare at it blankly. It could be said that Hei Xiazi had some little thoughts in mind.

After all, Zhang Qiling's injuries were indeed more serious than his own.

After bringing all the bodies into the house, the two men only lit a dim candle, which would not attract attention but could provide lighting.

Only then did Zhang Qiling see clearly the layers of dust on the ground. The furniture here was also very old, and it seemed that the style would be liked by the older generation.

The only thing that might be brand new was the microwave oven that looked out of place in the kitchen stove. Hei Xia Zi followed Zhang Qiling's line of sight and said, "I bought it casually at that time because making a fire would attract the attention of the villagers." He raised his hand and pointed to the chimney facing upwards from the kitchen and the socket with the light on. This reason was indeed reasonable.

Zhang Qiling had never used this novelty thing before. He wanted to get closer to take a look, but this question was not important now. "What should I do next?"

The red line points here, but it does not necessarily mean that this is the Yan family's base camp. Zhang Qiling recalled the village he had just seen. It was so dilapidated that it looked like no one lived there. Even when such a rare person entered the village, no one came out to check. Zhang Qiling couldn't help but wonder if the villagers mentioned by Hei Xiazi really existed?

"Next we have to do something honorable and let everyone come out to see us." Hei Xia Zi smiled evilly, looking a little mean.

Zhang Qiling looked at him who was full of bad intentions and asked, "What should I do?"

"Order a coffin and buy shrouds. This is to tell them that we are going to prepare a spectacular funeral." Hei Xiazi used his index fingers to outline the shape of a rectangular coffin. He was such a money-conscious person, but he would actually spend money to buy a coffin for these people? It was simply a fantasy.

Zhang Qiling was puzzled, but fortunately the other party explained, "We have actually been exposed. In fact, when I came here last time, the villagers were very shy. I suspected that it was just their village culture that was shy, but I think it's not just that."

Hei Xia Zi did not mind the crooked corpse lying at his feet, nor did he care that the wooden bench in the room was dirty. He just sat down on it.

"They have been watching us all the way here." Hei Xiazi stretched out two index fingers, indicating his sunglasses, and then turned his hand to Zhang Qiling, as if simulating a line of sight. "When they look at people, they look closely, with the same eyes as those people in Xiadou."

"They are the same group of people." Zhang Qiling understood what Hei Xiazi said.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qiling's understanding ability was so high this time. Hei Xiazi wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes angrily, like an old father who couldn't help feeling sad when he found that his child had finally grown up and become sensible.

"So now that we are all here, why not let them see what happens to those people who tried to fight us? After all, they have stayed here for so long, just to get good news and the moment they go down again?" Black Blind snapped his fingers, "They have made us so miserable, shouldn't they take revenge?"

When Fatty and Wu Yu got back into the car, they remembered what Zhang Qiling said when they heard it, "The sun is brighter in the south."

"Brother, do you know where Brother Qi Ling is?" asked the fat man.

The car was driving very fast. Zhang Qiling was wearing an inconspicuous long black rope under his clothes. Because his clothes were also dark, it was not obvious. Only when he slightly tilted his head could he vaguely see it. It was hanging under his collarbone, and hanging on it was a red jade bead that exuded a slightly cool texture. The connection between the beads looked like it was made of meteorite jade.

If it was Zhang Qiling who was here, he would definitely find that this is simply an absolute navigator with magnetic field amplification and red line traction.

Zhang Qiling hid this thing very well. It was a small item that he kept close to his body. Wu Yu and Fatty didn't have time to take off his clothes to look at it. This thing was given to him by the old man. It was said that it could point the way. At first, Zhang Qiling didn't find anything special until he stood in front of the dense forest. The meteorite magnified the magnetic field of the entire mountain, and the red line appeared.

But when Zhang Qiling wanted to respond to the fat man's question, the glass of the rear door of the car reflected a group of black crows soaring in the sky. These cursed animals were actually migrating in groups at this time, as if something was chasing them.

Their existence seemed particularly unlucky to the fat man sitting in the equipment pile at the back. "Why are there so many crows here? It's too weird!"

They flapped their wings and flew in groups, parallel to their vehicles, as if urging something.

"Brother! Fatty! It's okay, they have no intention of attacking anyone!" Wu Yu stared at the flock of crows, but found an even stranger scene. The crows flew in front of the car, but did not affect the driving distance. They spread out on the road. Wu Yu looked at this scene and asked, "Are they pointing the way?"

"It's too late." Zhang Qiling said, and stepped on the accelerator. The car rushed forward at a rapid speed, causing the group of crows to fly away from both sides in panic.

What drives crows to move in groups is not just migration, but more like a large amount of abundant food.

As the car got closer, they saw that what appeared before them was a village standing in the valley. It was ancient and time-honored, with layers of green moss covering it, as if it had not been inhabited for a long time.

The three of them got out of the car. Wu Yu thought of the wheel marks Fatty mentioned, and squatted down to observe. He actually found the marks of a recent journey. "Brother, Fatty! Look, there are really tire marks here!"

But at this moment, a voice broke the silence.

"Oh my! I went there, why are they pecking at me! My wise and mighty butt!!!" When the fat man just got off the car, he didn't know if it was because he had just scolded the crows, but he was chased and pecked on the butt by the group of birds. He covered his butt and ran back and forth, but the group of crows kept chasing him as if they were bloodthirsty.

Zhang Qiling pulled the fat man back, drew his sword and chopped a few times to drive away the crows, then looked up at the sky and murmured, "It's a little dark."

"Crows are indeed black, but why are you saying this, young man?" The fat man, who was grabbed by the collar, looked in the direction Zhang Qiling was looking with a confused look on his face. He obviously didn't understand why the other party would express his feelings about the common sense that crows are black.

Wu Yu noticed something was wrong and waved his hand in front of Zhang Qiling, but fortunately Zhang Qiling grabbed his hand directly and it didn't look like there was something wrong with his eyes, so Wu Yu first told him what he had just discovered, "Fatty is right, there were indeed traces of a truck here not long ago, and the cargo it was carrying was not light."

He looked around and continued, "It seems that the trade chain in the village here is not well developed, and there are no shops. It doesn't need a truck to transport such heavy goods."

"Oh, Tian Nai, you are really better than my teacher. I just gave you an introduction and you can tell so many things from the wheel marks. You are worthy of being taught by me, Fatty!" The fat man obviously knew that they were getting closer and closer to the truth, so he opened his heart and made a joke that was not too serious or too light.

Wu Yu didn't have time to smile shyly, but scratched his head anyway, "But I don't know what happened next. It seems that all the traces here have been erased manually." He pointed to the place extending out of the village. There were no traces of tires at the fork in the road, and the newly turned over soil along the way was a darker, moist brown color.

But this also proves that the village is indeed inhabited.

"Let's go." Zhang Qiling took a step, and the two hurriedly followed, but they heard the sound of suona at this time.

The sound was somewhat festive, but the tone it produced was extremely sad, like the pain of mourning the dead.

There was a crossroads in the center of the village, and a team suddenly appeared from west to east.

The leader was a very tall man with an ordinary profile, a low nose bridge, slightly sunken eyebrows and a layer of black cloth covering his face. However, the suona he played was particularly attractive.

Following him was a middle-aged man with a drooped back and hunched waist, as if he was overwhelmed by the daily necessities of life. He was also blindfolded, with pale skin and obvious fatigue. In this extremely hot environment, he was wrapped in a thick green flowered jacket, looking more like a handful of green leeks.

His hands under his clothes seemed to be wrapped in gauze, and he was lifting a cart behind him. On the cart were some cheap coffins. Following him were strong men who were pushing the cart, stiff with grief. They also had thick scarves wrapped around their necks, which was very out of season.

Even Wu Yu found this scene weird, "Brother, what are those? Are they human?" He didn't dare to point at the team over there, but just asked nervously.

Zhang Qiling stared at him closely, and the fat man had already raised the thing in his hand, "It doesn't matter if it's a human or a ghost, as long as I can hit them with the black donkey hoof and they survive, they are all human!"

Perhaps because of the fat man's long-term calmness, the two of them have forgotten that the fat man is an expert in reckless behavior such as blasting. When it comes to issues involving humans and ghosts, the fat man often prefers to take action.

Fortunately, Zhang Qiling held down the fat man's hand, and their voices attracted the attention of the team over there.

But the man playing the suona did not stop. Instead, the man wrapped in the green flowered jacket looked over here. Somehow, those eyes that were covered with a layer of black cloth and were originally out of sight, made Zhang Qiling see some different meaning.

The other person grinned, looking eerie and strange, like a ghost in an old movie, until the suona player in front of him turned around and knocked on the head. Then he restrained his smile and continued to pull the cart like a reprimanded child. As the wooden rollers squeaked as they hit the ground, this out-of-season character once again resumed his movements.