Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

The tips of tens of thousands of arrows, wrapped in a layer of white cloth ignited by flames, flew over the high walls outside the yard and fell like rain.

"Children, come to me!" Yan Guangshan used the ruler in his hand to block and made a way for the students. Unfortunately, the ruler was made of wood, and he could only discard this temporary weapon before the ruler burned out.

However, his skills are very good, much better than the "Yan Guangshan" that Hei Xia Zi saw, who was unable to skillfully use Zhang Qiling's body.

To say that his moves were quick and swift would be a derogatory term for the Yan Guangshan we are seeing now. He threw away his weapons and used his fists and feet to resist the attack of the arrows. His speed was so fast that it was not like a human being, and he almost left a trail of afterimage.

After observing for a while, Hei Xia Zi's eyes were already hurt by the intense flames. After all, the rockets fell from above and inevitably touched the leaves and petals of the osmanthus tree. The whole tree had been burned beyond recognition.

The tables and chairs in the yard had been burned with holes in them.

"The imperial edict has arrived!" A sharp voice came over. Zhang Qiling had never watched so-called TV since he came to the ground, so he naturally couldn't understand how a man could come up with such a high-pitched voice.

But he didn't have time to think too much. The Hei Xia Zi next to him didn't force himself. As soon as his eyes started to hurt, he leaned limply on Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling felt half of his body being pressed down, but he didn't say anything.

Yan Guangxian was seen blocking groups of crying children behind him as if he were protecting his own children. There was a hint of anger on his face, and it was unclear whether he was unhappy that outsiders had scared the children or that his yard had been destroyed.

Anyway, he was in a very miserable state now, his clothes were burnt to pieces, and his palms were burned bright red by the flames, but he still stood there motionless, as if he felt no pain at all.

Yan Guangshan was not afraid of the people who crowded into the yard with swords drawn against them. His calm appearance in the face of the riot, as calm as a devil, instead scared away a group of children under his protection. Only Xiaocun was brave enough to grab his sleeve. Yan Guangshan's blood was now flowing down until the little finger of his big hand was wrapped by a small hand, which was warm. Yan Guangshan gradually came back to his senses and smiled at Xiaocun soothingly as usual.

Hei Xiazi, who could only "listen" to the show, leaned his head on Zhang Qiling's shoulder and rubbed it. It was a bit uncomfortable to only use hearing to distinguish the development of things. "I didn't expect it to be more interesting than I thought. Even the imperial edict was obtained. This grandfather seems to be a high-ranking official? Or is the crime very serious?"

"He is Yan Guangxian." When Zhang Qiling heard this, he realized that Hei Xiazi didn't know that this was Yan Guangxian.

However, when Hei Xia Zi heard this, he just laughed, without any sense of surprise, as if he had been waiting for Zhang Qiling to admit it in person. The silly Zhang Qiling didn't know that this was Hei Xia Zi's routine. He had already jumped into the fire pit and didn't realize what was going on. He just thought that Hei Xia Zi really didn't know.

The leader on the opposite side was a man riding a tall, powerful black horse, wearing a dazzling armor and a very cool red cape on his back, but it was this face... Zhang Qiling calmly pulled Hei Xia Zi closer, and then he found that the general was about seventy years old. Although he was old, his muscles were still strong and it seemed that he was still insisting on physical training.

His eyes were particularly similar to Yan Guangxian's, but because he had been on the battlefield for a long time, there was a hideous scar on his left eye, probably caused by an injury by the enemy, which made this man look particularly fierce at this age.

"The head of the Nine Ministers, Taichang Yan Ran, accepts the order!" The man's voice was not loud, but still majestic, with the thickness of years. He casually took the imperial edict from the eunuch next to him and jumped off the horse neatly, without any of the weakness that an old man should have.

Yan Ran?

Zhang Qiling omitted the complicated official titles and only paid attention to the unfamiliar and somewhat feminine name. He didn't know who the general was calling, but as the general finished speaking, Yan Guangxian's straight body knelt down, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and kowtowed.

The general who saw this scene broke away from his previous terrifying momentum and snorted, as if mocking Yan Guangxian for surrendering so easily.

But the man's words did not contain any unnecessary teasing. He just issued the death notice in a serious tone, without any human touch. "Taichang Yan Ran, after three days of investigation, it is finally confirmed that he stole the royal secrets. His crime is unforgivable. He will be executed at 3:30 tomorrow afternoon!"

The Yan Guangshan who heard this should be Yan Ran. He just lay on the ground. He might be younger now than when Zhang Qiling first saw the puppet presented to Xiaocun.

During this timeline, Zhang Qiling estimated Yan Guangxin's expression based on his long hair, because he looked like he had not yet undergone the coming-of-age ceremony. His long black hair was not tied up at all, but casually draped behind his back. The loose hair hanging down from his temples covered half of his face, making it difficult to see his current expression. It was as if he was really following orders and obediently accepting his fate.

The other children were so scared that they knelt down, but Xiao Cun was the only one who stood still. He pinched Yan Ran's sleeves, so that the fabric was lifted up by his little hands. Xiao Cun looked at the general who announced the decree, fearlessly, and defended Yan Ran,

"Dad, Grandpa did nothing wrong!"

This complicated ethical relationship has made Zhang Qiling a little confused. It is known that Yan Guangshan is "currently" Xiaocun's grandfather, so this general is Xiaocun's father. Regardless of seniority, Yan Guangshan and the general must be related by blood based on their appearance. And considering that Yan Guangshan has lived for so long, it seems possible that he is Xiaocun's grandfather. But where did this father come from? Is it really reasonable for such an old father to be with a child who is not even five years old?

Hei Xia Zi's mental state was richer than Zhang Qiling's. Although he couldn't see, he could understand what was said and he started to praise directly, "Old but still strong, old but still strong... Reasonable, reasonable!" After saying that, he even raised his thumb. The people who listened were really excited, to the extent that they could even crack a bag of roasted melon seeds.

But it was obvious that the general who was called Dad was stunned. It seemed that he realized after a while that the child next to the criminal Yan Ran seemed to be his own child. He ignored his son's thoughts and just put away the short scroll of the imperial edict. "The criminal Yan Ran still doesn't accept the edict? Do you want to disobey the emperor's order?!"

Yan Ran raised his head and looked at the man who wanted to kill him immediately. His eyes showed a kind of indifference to life and death, as if he was going to break up with him: "Brother, I know that you submitted the petition to kill me, and you don't want the clan's secret to be made public..."

After he said this, he stood up.

"But no one in the world can kill me."

He touched his knees that were hurting from kneeling, and then approached the man he called brother, but was stopped by countless Mauser rifles. The coldness of the cold weapons pressed against his neck. Yan Ran paused, "This is the curse you brought to me. Why should I bear it for you... It's you who should live."

Zhang Qiling was still blinking, but the next second the scene in front of him began to distort.

"Qi, what's wrong?" Hei Xia Zi noticed that Zhang Qiling's breathing stagnated and felt that something was wrong.

However, Zhang Qiling found that time was advancing rapidly. The progress had reached the point where Yan Ran rebelled and killed the army, feeding the osmanthus tree with his blood. Then a crack appeared in the trunk, and he pushed all the children in. The light emanating from inside made Zhang Qiling feel familiar, like... a bronze door?

Once this speculation arose in his mind, the surging extreme obsession began to push him to go inside, but he was still grabbed by Hei Xiazi who reacted. Zhang Qiling stood where he was and calmed down before realizing that this was the past. It was not certain whether that tree or that door still existed in the village.

"Eternal life... Hahahaha eternal life...!" Yan Ran was on the verge of collapse. His body was pierced with Mauser rifles used by the army on the battlefield, from the chest to the thin back. His whole body was pierced like a sieve. But he was right. Nothing in the world could kill him.

Yan Ran looked like a ghost, his blood almost drained out, but he was still alive. He just laughed crazily and kept repeating the word "eternal life".

The person under his feet was the general, or rather his brother. The man who had just boasted that he would execute Yan Ran immediately had now lost all the glory of the battlefield. His armor was scratched by the Mauser rifle that Yan Ran casually pulled out of his body, and his hands and feet were cut off, leaving him a complete cripple.

Yan Ran seemed to be still not satisfied, and he increased the strength of his feet, looking as if he wanted to embed the man into the ground. He stroked the restored human-faced tree and said to himself, "Brother, don't you want to live forever? Then use this body of yours to live forever!"

A scale appeared above his head, with an unknown red line that hooked Yan Ran's eyes and dropped them at one end, leaving only two bloody holes, which were later filled with another substance. As for the man below, an unknown thing was pulled out of him. He looked like a shrunken person, but more like a blackened soul.

It is a gift from God.

These two words were pronounced by the fool at that time.

Hei Xia Zi's notes came to an abrupt end here. He certainly would not let anyone know about the special name between himself and Zhang Qiling. Instead, in this kind of interpersonal relationship, he had a kind of possessiveness that he was not even aware of.

By the time this first notebook was finished, everyone's curiosity had been piqued, as if they were reading a novel that was forced to be interrupted before it was finished.

Hei Xiazi opened the second book in advance with great interest, raised his eyebrows, and shook the notebook in his hand, "Take a break for a few minutes, the next one will be more exciting."

"Master, stop joking... So we were really in the same place at that time?" Wu Yu was helpless, thinking back to himself, Fatty, and Zhang Qiling. He didn't see any of them until the scene ended. He was really unwilling to leave when he walked away feeling disappointed.

Hei Xia Zi was not only the person who took notes, but also the person who was at that place at that time. He pushed the frame of his sunglasses and nodded, "Yes, it's just a small error that prevented us from meeting each other." He used his index finger and thumb to show a tiny gap to Wu Yu, and then put the hole between his two fingers on the lens of his sunglasses. He crossed his legs, turned around, and locked his eyes with Zhang Qiling, but found that Zhang Qiling, who was sitting on a small stool petting the dog, was completely in a state of ecstasy.

He knew what Zhang Qiling was thinking. It was simply that Yan Guangxian might have originally been called Yan Ran, or that his behavior after losing his memory and almost losing control and burning Yan Bucun to death at the bottom of the temple had an explanation, or that it turned out that there was another person living in his body.

Although Hei Xia Zi didn't know whether what he wrote and explained could alleviate the guilt of this silly kid...

He could only pray that life would go by peacefully and that Zhang Qiling could be more open-minded.

However, seeing this, Yan Bucun, who was closest to the center of Yan Guangshan's storm, had become the focus of everyone's attention in the second when everyone fell silent again. Xie Yuchen was the one who was a step slower, after all, he was not clear about the connection between this gentleman and Yan Guangshan.

Yan Bucun did not avoid everyone's gaze. He only pondered for a moment, as if awakening an ancient memory. After a while, he organized his words and nodded to Xie Yuchen, who had not formally negotiated with him. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Yan Bucun."

Fortunately, Xie Yuchen was also a polite person. He nodded back, allowing Yan Bucun to continue speaking.

"I am indeed the Xiao Cun you see, and Yan Guangshan is indeed not my grandfather. To be precise, we are uncle and nephew. He just needs a new identity to stay by my side. And looking at Hei Ye's notes, it should be the first time that Lord Yan brought me in."

Yan Bucun rarely recalls things from such a long time ago, but fortunately, this was all before he entered the door. He knew the rules of the bronze door very well, so such things would not be erased from his memory.