Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

In fact, Hei Xia Zi would not care about outsiders' affairs. No matter whether it was Yan Ran or Yan Xiaonan, it was difficult to tell who was good or bad between the two, so he would not help anyone and would not stand for anyone.

Besides, the reasons why Hei Xia Zi didn't help were, firstly, money makes the world go round, and he would only do things for money; secondly, this group of people had been constantly causing harm to Zhang Qiling since the beginning of the fight.

Forget about talking in a friendly manner, Hei Xia Zi would rather turn himself into a zongzi and eat Yan Xiaonan.

Hei Xia Zi suppressed his anger and gnashed his teeth in annoyance, but Zhang Qiling's gentle beating dissipated a lot of his rising emotions.

"How did you recognize me?" Zhang Qiling was not hiding behind Hei Xia Zi, but was standing diagonally to the side. His face could no longer be seen in its original form after being disguised.

However, Yan Xiaonan, who was left aside, was in a good mood and did not show any anger. He replied patiently, "My tribe has a connection with the gods, so we can see through your disguise."

What he said was vague and he couldn't explain clearly how he recognized it.

Hei Xia Zi felt that Zhang Qiling's question and answer was too simple, without any tricks or technical content, so he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to demonstrate what "direct heart-to-heart communication between people" meant. As a result, he heard a huge explosion in the distance.

His sight followed it as the smoke rose into the air and the flames seemed to be gradually burning the roof of a small house.

After looking for a long time, Hei Xia Zi finally realized that it was the place he had just left. He turned his head stiffly and glanced at Zhang Qiling who was beside him, "My home, no, the place where I stayed exploded..."

"Yeah." For the first time, Zhang Qiling's eyes were slightly vague.

Hei Xia Zi, who noticed this, immediately realized something and gave up the idea. He chose to ask Yan Xiaonan, "Did you do it?"

"Get out of here! Do I have so much free time to blow up your house?" Yan Xiaonan's old face seemed to be ignited by Hei Xiazi's words, and he was so angry that he looked like he had drunk two taels of white wine.

So Hei Xia Zi turned around and looked at Zhang Qiling, waiting for him to speak.

Seeing that Zhang Qiling, the "little expert of blasting", could not hide anything, he could only lower his eyes and admit his mistake obediently like a child who had done something wrong, "You said that when you are hungry, you should heat it up in the microwave..." In fact, no apology could be seen on his expressionless face, but based on Hei Xiazi's understanding of him, Zhang Qiling should really feel that he was wrong.

Zhang Qiling stammered and continued, "I put an egg."

"What eggs? Where did they come from?" Hei Xia Zi tried his best to keep his tone as light as possible.

He seemed to be recalling, "I picked it up."

"Picking it up? Why do you bring everything home? And an egg won't burn, it will explode at most. Did you put something else in it?" Hei Xia Zi was a little annoyed that he taught Zhang Qiling how to use the microwave.

We tried to popularize new-age technology among children from old times, but we didn’t expect that they would use it unreasonably!

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes and said obediently, "It's in a metal bowl."

Okay, this time Hei Xia Zi completely understood the reason, but he felt sad if the child scolded him, and he felt even more sad if the child didn’t scold him. He had never raised a child, let alone advocate, encourage or criticize education. Now the little episode caused by Zhang Qiling was enough to make Hei Xia Zi die.

"I didn't expect that the Lord God is actually a blasting genius!" Yan Xiaonan, who has experienced the changes of the times, doesn't know whether he understands modern knowledge. It is hard to tell whether his words are sincere compliments or sarcasm.

However, Hei Xia Zi turned around and no longer cared about the safety of the so-called place to stay. He was not sure whether he could get there later. It would be troublesome if Wu Yu and others followed him. For example, the explosion would attract their attention, and it would be difficult for him and Zhang Qiling to go back and find a car to leave.

He hadn't answered Wu Yu's call for a long time, and because of the magnetic field problem, apart from the call from Yan Xiaonan, there was no other information involved.

In fact, Zhang Qiling didn't really want to bother with Yan Xiaonan. Instead of arguing with him about some unnecessary commissions that were of no use to him, it would be better to go and see the changes in the human-faced tree.

On the other side, Zhang Qiling was given a headache by the explosion. The building he was in was very close to the explosion site, and the yard here was very similar to the ones Zhang Qiling and Hei Xiazi had, almost a one-to-one construction.

Unfortunately, Yan Xiaonan was not here to talk to the three of them. After Yan Guangshan brought the young Xiaocun into the door, he disappeared.

Zhang Qiling had no idea what the person who made him see this scene wanted to express.

Moreover, although Zhang Qiling moved very fast, he still couldn't catch up with the speed at which the tree trunk closed. He touched the rough tree trunk and recalled Yan Guangshan's face, the stubborn brother and sister who refused to admit defeat, and a child who looked like he was dying...

Not its people.

"Brother, what happened outside?" Wu Yu had lost the ability to see things with his eyes and could only hear the buzzing sound after the explosion in his ears.

The fat man covered his ears, feeling his eardrums were vibrating and uncomfortable. "The explosion was so damn close, I almost became the one ear in Black Cat Sheriff!" He felt like his voice was buzzing.

Zhang Qiling took the two people and squeezed Wu Yu and Fatty's hands, indicating that he was ready to take them away. Zhang Qiling was a man who loved to take action. If he couldn't guess something, he would go and take a look. "Follow me."

Although Zhang Qiling walked a little fast, the three of them cooperated well with each other. Wu Yu and Fatty were blind and easily tripped on the road, but they were reminded by Zhang Qiling in time.

Following the guidance of the entangled red line, Zhang Qiling finally stopped in front of a dilapidated gate. There was a handprint on it. The five fingers were normal and it was not left by Zhang Qiling. But if it was Hei Xia Zi, how could he leave such a serious mistake.

Walking in, there was a medium-sized truck in the yard, and Zhang Qiling only felt that there was some familiar smell in the air.

Wu Yu covered his nose, feeling a little nauseous from the smell. He had probably never smelled such a strong smell before, formalin mixed with a strange, unbearable stench, like a bottle of rice wine that had been stored for a long time, only to find a drowned rat inside after opening it.

Apparently the fat man had experienced this kind of thing before. “It smells like a corpse, and it has been stored for quite some time, maybe a few days.”

Zhang Qiling did not reply or make any comment, but used the strength of the ring on his hand to tell Fatty and Wu Yu that he was still by their side.

The flames went out quickly, probably because it had just rained in Yunnan some time ago and the air was very humid. Looking into the inner room, Zhang Qiling did not find any body. The first thing he saw was the microwave oven in the kitchen that had been blown to pieces, emitting a burst of burnt smoke and some black ash left on the chimney pipe.

It was indeed clear that someone had lived here not long ago. For example, there were two buttocks sunken in on the sofa that had not yet rebounded, there were obvious signs of people sitting on the stools, another uninhabitable room was filled with clothes that had been recently turned over, and there was a mirror in the bathroom that had been casually wiped of dust by hands.

"They were here before." Zhang Qiling wiped the burnt-out candle on the table. Layers of wax solidified on it, leaving only a small red base.

Wu Yu's lifeless eyes actually flickered with a faint light. It seemed that the effect of the smoke was gradually fading. "That's good. They must still be alive!"

He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the fat man, listening to the sound of Zhang Qiling rummaging through the boxes. He guessed that all the valuables or important things had not been taken away by Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling. In addition, the only means of transportation in the village was still in the yard, which proved that they would definitely come back again.

Unfortunately, the thing that made Zhang Qiling so nervous and afraid to find appeared. Under the box, which was neither too big nor too small, was a piece of gauze stained with blood. Due to the long time, the blood on it dried and turned brown, and the amount of bleeding was also quite large.

Zhang Qiling recalled the time when he was in the carriage and could not see or hear anything.

I don’t know Zhang Qiling’s condition, nor can I feel his breathing or heartbeat…

He held the gauze, not knowing for a moment whether to say or not. The next second, he saw Wu Yu and the fat man rushing towards him together. The two of them were holding the bloody gauze, and the tension that had been suppressed with great difficulty surged up again.

"Brother! Brother Qi Ling!" In this situation, the fat man could easily think of the scene that Zhang Qiling had seen along the way. He was terrified just by hearing about the bloody corpse eating people, not to mention that this kind of thing was now actually in front of him. The blood-stained gauze that he could actually hold in his hand finally became a truth that he had to believe.

Not to mention Wu Di, whose eyes were red and wet. He lowered his head, like a robot that mechanically repeated wrong instructions, and kept talking. It seemed that he was deceiving himself, "He will be fine... He will be fine..."

Wu Yu regretted everything he had done. If at that time, he had stopped Zhang Qiling from rushing into the corridor; if at that moment, he could have held Zhang Qiling's hand tightly; if that overwhelming trust in each other had ever come to Zhang Qiling...

Zhang Qiling, who felt happy, would not be willing to leave so quietly. As long as he could give Zhang Qiling a little more absolute preference, then this child who had suffered so much that he didn't know what sweetness was, might squint his eyes happily because of that unique candied fruit.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.

Zhang Qiling felt really embarrassed. He was not very good at using electrical appliances, and he caused such a big mess the first time he used them. The future was uncertain, and the way back was left to him with no way out. Moreover, he could not take a ride, and he didn't know where to go next with Hei Xia Zi. Currently, he was blocked by Yan Xiaonan.

“Oh God, please help me! Please help me…!” Yan Xiaonan was still kneeling, and Hei Xiazi was so engrossed in talking that he almost forgot about it.

So Hei Xia Zi kicked him with great force, breaking Yan Xiaonan's neck. His head drooped at 90 degrees, but his body knelt there motionless like a mountain, and his eyes hidden in the wrinkles were still staring at Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling couldn't pull Hei Xia Zi away, and he couldn't understand why Yan Xiaonan was so obsessed with making sure that he would help him?

In his own eyes, Yan Xiaonan was a man who had ended up in his current miserable state because of self-destruction. Regardless of whether this truth was revealed by the magnetic field or not, Zhang Qiling was willing to believe that all of Yan Xiaonan's sins were committed by himself.

But Zhang Qiling still gave him the opportunity to offer help. The reason was simple. He couldn't hear the real Yan Guangshan's restoration of the facts, so he had to listen to this side's version. "How can I help?"

"Aren't you really going to agree to him?!" What he said made Hei Xia Zi's nerves twitch.

Zhang Qiling shook his head, "Just asking."

Perhaps Zhang Qiling would not be surprised by anything he asked for. Yan Xiaonan knelt there, rubbing his knees forward like a dog wagging its tail to beg for mercy, until he stopped when he rubbed the place where he had died. Next to Yan Xiaonan's calf was exactly his remaining body.

"Kill me, please..." Yan Xiaonan said it very bluntly, but this was the most unbelievable wish for Zhang Qiling.

A person who expects longevity, who has lived to this day, is determined to die? His broken body is indeed a burden, but Yan Ran only exchanges longevity for him, not eternal life. He clearly has many ways to choose his own death, so why did he persevere until I came here to express this wish?

Moreover, can Yan Xiaonan’s death save the tribe?

This preface is too far-fetched if it doesn't make sense.