Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

"Uncle and nephew...uncle and nephew from the Western Han Dynasty? Oh my god, that must be thousands of years ago...even if the Queen Mother comes, she will have to kowtow to you and call you Master!" The fat man sat up in shock. If the Xiaocun recorded in Hei Xiazi's notes was really the Yan Buyun in front of him, he couldn't believe how many years this man had lived.

Yan Bucun's appearance is really impeccable, his eyes are like cold stars, he has a strong bookish air, but he is not weak, and he has a kind of nobility brought up by an aristocratic family. No one would think of him as the Child-Fairy of Tianshan.

Naihe Yan Bucun said nothing and just stared at Zhang Qiling, as if he felt aggrieved by the fat man's joke.

Zhang Qiling, who was petting the dog, felt a little frightened by the burning gaze beside him. He looked back at Yan Bucun, but was stunned by his slightly moist eyes. The other person's face really reminded him of the little bean sprout who had crossed over a thousand years and was still laughing foolishly after being beaten...

"Xiao Cun, be good." Zhang Qiling took out a hand and rubbed Yan Bucun's head.

Yan Bucun didn't mind that Zhang Qiling had just touched the dog. Because his seat was a little high, he lowered his head slightly, but the corners of his mouth curved silently, and he continued to speak, "The reason why I am called grandpa and grandson with my uncle is just because we need to keep changing our identities to avoid the pursuit of that man, so I must remember the superficial name between me and my uncle."

"That man?" Wu Yu asked.

Yan Bucun answered calmly, as if it had nothing to do with him, but his words were full of kinship, "Yes, it was my father, the general who was killed by my uncle, Yan Xiaonan."

His words, which were neither sad nor happy, made Wu Yu, who asked the question, feel a little uncomfortable. He had thought about this, but did not expect the other party to reveal his scar to him, which really touched his heart.

"Sorry, no offense intended. Please accept my condolences." Xie Yuchen was considered the one with the highest emotional intelligence among the group. He couldn't bear to see Wu Xie blaming himself and was already trying to make amends for him.

However, Yan Bucun closed his eyes and enjoyed Zhang Qiling's patting on the head like a kitten. He really had no emotional fluctuations at all. He even took the time to answer while enjoying it, "It doesn't matter. After all, he didn't raise me."

When Xie Yuchen heard this, he knew that the other party really didn't care, so he stopped talking and didn't ask any more questions. Zhang Qiling's hands felt sore from touching him, so he wanted to let go.

But before his hand left the other person's head, Yan Bucun gently held it.

The warmth from Yan Bucun's palm was transmitted to Zhang Qiling, like a warm sun in winter, neither arrogant nor impatient, just right for the occasion.

"Your hands are very cold. Be good and let me hold them for a while." Yan Bucun said.

At this time, Zhang Qiling was frightened by this sudden concern. He did not tell anyone that after he lost control of the Qilin Fire, he easily felt cold on his body. The feeling of coldness that penetrated into the bones was very uncomfortable, but he had been enduring it.

It was so rare to be noticed by someone with concern that he, who was used to being alone, didn't know how to respond. He didn't know whether to pull his hand away or to stay in the other person's hand.

Fortunately, Yan Bucun felt that Zhang Qiling's hand had become warmer, so he slowly put Zhang Qiling's hand back on Wu Xiaogou's body. Feeling the familiar touch of curly hair in his arms, Zhang Qiling's ears turned red slowly.

Zhang Qiling is the kind of person who will remember every favor you do him, not to mention that he almost roasted Yan Bucun like a skewer before, but the other party still saved him regardless. The guilt in his heart has not dissipated yet, but has become heavier and heavier.

"Then how much do you remember about Yan Guangshan or Yan Ran, and what is the world behind the tree like?" Hei Xiazi was very unhappy that Yan Buchun took advantage of his own cabbage, but this silly boy was really shy, which made Hei Xiazi even more unhappy, so he interrupted him and changed the subject.

Yan Bucun placed his hands on his thighs obediently, as if nothing had happened, and answered seriously, "I was raised by my uncle. As far as I can remember, we have been fleeing in the world and could hardly stay in one place for a long time. Some of the children were people in the tribe who had undergone the spirit-praying ceremony."

"Ceremony?" Zhang Qiling had not spoken at first, and Yan Bucun thought he was not curious. It turns out that even wood can be nervous.

After hearing this, Yan Bucun relaxed and leaned back on the chair. "It's a ritual performed by the tribe through a monster. This ritual is called praying for the spirit. It involves tying the limbs to an iron frame and letting the monster replace all the blood in the body."

"Where does the blood come from?" Wu Yu asked.

Yan Guang turned his head to look at Wu Yu, then turned his attention back to Zhang Qiling and began to play with Zhang Qiling's long hair. He replied, "The source of the blood is the Zhang family leader who is captured every ten years. I heard that this is the easiest time to capture them."

Ten years is exactly the time when it is easiest for Zhang Qiling to regain his memory, so it is indeed the best time to capture him.

"Then why is it called Qi Ling instead of Qi Ling? Does your tribe prefer words with the second tone? This is too weird, what kind of custom is it..." The fat man was already cracking melon seeds, the five-spice flavor was really fragrant, even Black Bear grabbed a handful, and the two of them were eating happily at the bedside.

"It's just that bunch of lunatics who want to make the gods belong to them." Yan Bucun felt that this statement was a bit too brief, and gave another example, "In the natural environment, no one actually knows the name of the prey they catch, so they can only give them a name casually, just like the branding of slaves to prove that the ownership of this creature belongs to them."

He had clearly distinguished himself from that group of lunatics. After all, the fact that Yan Bucun was sitting here now proved that he was not one of those crazy people in the clan. "And since I entered the door for the first time, when I came out again, there had been earth-shaking changes."

Yan Bucun looked at Wu Yu, Fatty, and Zhang Qiling, "What you three saw was the last time we entered the door. At that time, the tribe had begun to split. There was a group of crazy people who still supported the theory of longevity and blood transfusion, and there was another group of normal people who had awakened their personal consciousness."

"It's a pity that the ones who died in the end were normal people." He was probably referring to the dead brother and sister, or their supporters.

"Then how did Dumb No. 2 and I see the new brother and sister when we took the job? Don't tell me there is any theory of reincarnation or body or soul transmigration, right?" Hei Xia Zi was eating melon seeds, not revealing his and Zhang Qiling's "special name", and spitting out the skin casually.

His behavior was not very clean, and made Xie Yuchen, who was sitting next to him, move up the bench and step back several steps before sitting down again. Even after Xie Yuchen left, Hei Xiazi clearly heard Xie Yuchen heaving a sigh of relief as if he was liberated.

Is my saliva something unclean? How can you target me like this?!

Hei Xia Zi obviously didn't intend to really care about it "for now", but seeing that Yan Bucun couldn't understand, he continued to talk to himself, "Haven't you read that kind of novel? I was reborn, with a mother who didn't love me, a father who watched coldly, a fake daughter who took my identity, a brother who had no eyes, and a man who didn't love me! This time I will turn the tide and take back everything that belongs to me!" He spoke these bloody and rubbish in a very familiar way, and shouted them out with great passion and ambition. Without listening to the content, only the tone, one would almost think that this was some kind of oath to be loyal to the country.

Even Zhang Qiling's face darkened.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder when did Hei Xiazi read it? If it was in the dark underground, Hei Xiazi opened a pink book and read it with relish, that scene... simply... dare not imagine...? !

This theory made Yan Bu Cunlei a bit confused. "What are you talking about..." But after a brief pause, he regained his ability to organize his words. "I don't really understand what you said. I had just finished the last prayer ceremony and was basically in a coma. If it weren't for your notes, I wouldn't even know they were all dead."

"God's gift?" Zhang Qiling interrupted the topic which was becoming increasingly off-topic. Every word he said was insightful and not a single word of nonsense came out of his mouth.

Yan Bucun shook his head. "I really don't know. I haven't seen any scales like that at my uncle's place..."

"Having said so much, why don't we just look at the notes? Otherwise, all my writing would have been in vain." Hei Xia Zi recovered and no longer looked like he was poisoned by the melodramatic novel. He patted the melon seed shells off his hands. His hands were clean, but the floor was dirty. It seemed that he really had no concept of hygiene at all. However, this action was more like Hei Xia Zi's revenge against the mysophobia-obsessed Jie Yu Chen.

Those with low ranks are like noobs fighting each other.