Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Yan Xiaonan seemed to see through Zhang Qiling's concerns and suspicions. How could he not know that the less clearly he explained, the more difficult it would be to solve the current mystery, and the greater the probability that the other party would reject him.

But he was just waiting, waiting for time to pass, waiting for something to come.

Yan Xiaonan's neck was blue-purple when he turned his head, and dislocated bones could be seen upon closer inspection. Although Hei Xiazi's whip kick was not fully powerful, it was enough to kill a strong man from a martial arts school. That kind of attack was not something an ordinary person could withstand.

The kick was just a test by Hei Xia Zi, which proved that Yan Xiaonan was indeed harder to kill than imagined, or he was stronger than Hei Xia Zi thought. The muscle density of Yan Xiaonan that could withstand the whip kick attack was probably the same as in his heyday.

"You've lived for so long, and there are so many ways you can choose to die. You can even hang yourself on that crooked tree with a piece of cloth. Why do you have to ask my Qi for help?" Hei Xiazi shamelessly pointed his finger at the bald human-faced tree in front of him. His tone was relaxed, as if he was casually instructing Yan Xiaonan to take off his head and play on the swing.

Yan Xiaonan was choked by Hei Xia Zi and couldn't utter any swear words. When a shameless person meets a person who has no dignity and only knows how to talk nonsense, the former was already impressed by Hei Xia Zi's gangster spirit who could talk nonsense without hesitation.

"He can't do it." Zhang Qiling stared at Yan Xiaonan who was kneeling on the ground and came to a shocking conclusion. However, he had no common sense and did not realize that his words would sound different to other people.

Obviously, Hei Xiazi misunderstood and said teasingly: "Oh~ He can't do it?"

"Shut up! What's wrong with me?!" Yan Xiaonan was already irritated by this strange topic, but he didn't dare to vent his anger on Zhang Qiling who said these three words. Instead, he spoke to Hei Xia Zi.

Unexpectedly, Hei Xiazi laughed even more wantonly, clapping his hands, "Yes, you can do it. Then you have the ability to hang yourself on a crooked tree! Who would believe me if I said I wouldn't do it!"

Well, now it seems more like Yan Xiaonan misunderstood.

"I just want the Lord God to kill me. I'm tired of immortality." Yan Xiaonan still insisted on his point of view and did not give in.

But Hei Xia Zi is not a pushover. He has rejected his requests several times in a row and only deceived his own silly child Zhang Qiling. Does he really think that as a parent he has no right to refuse?

Unexpectedly, before Hei Xia Zi could torture him again, Zhang Qiling rushed out. His hands were wrapped, so he obviously couldn't use much strength with his hands, but his legs were still moving at a fast speed.

His hand only lightly touched the ground, and he stretched out his body to clamp Yan Xiaonan's fragile neck with his legs, then he suddenly twisted his waist and performed a clean and neat scissor kick. When Hei Xiazi looked again, Zhang Qiling had already fallen to the ground, and Yan Xiaonan's body behind him was staggering to the ground, and he died before he even closed his eyes.

"Didn't you say you wanted to ask more? Why did you just kill him?" Hei Xia Zi didn't understand Zhang Qiling's sudden change at all. He would rather believe that the man in front of him with black and white eyes had turned into the murderous Yan Guangxian again.

But when he met those clear and untainted eyes, he felt that he was wrong. How could someone with such a gaze be that person?

Zhang Qiling said calmly, "It's not Yan Xiaonan."

"Then who is he?" Hei Xia Zi asked, and stepped forward to confirm the body temperature of the person in front of him. The other party did not resist and let Hei Xia Zi touch his fragile neck, as if he didn't think that Hei Xia Zi would kill him.

Hei Xia Zi rubbed Zhang Qiling's body with his fingertips without any lust. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Zhang Qiling's body was cold to the touch, like a piece of unpolished jade that had never been exposed to the sun. Fortunately, Zhang Qiling was still himself, but he still couldn't figure out why the other party changed his mind in such a short moment.

Zhang Qiling replied, "He is Yan Guangshan, or Yan Ran."

There were not many things at the landing place, but they were all important. The box containing the human skin mask had been used not long ago. Hei Xia Zi did not like explosions, so the remaining explosives were still in the backpacks of the Yanjia team. There were also several empty guns that had run out of bullets. It seemed that they only brought portable food and water when they carried the coffin. The only thing that might be edible in the room had been fried into unrecognizable slag in the microwave.

Zhang Qiling counted the supplies in the house and could indeed tell that they had left in a planned manner. The handprint outside belonged to a right-handed person. In terms of size, it was not Hei Xia Zi's, and in terms of fingers, it was not Zhang Qiling's. This could only mean that there might be outsiders in this village, and they entered the house when Hei Xia Zi was away.

He was not very good at comforting Wu Yu and Fatty, so he could only watch them calmly until they both felt like crying and gradually calmed down. Then he began to say, "He and Xia Zou will be safe."

In fact, Zhang Qiling said this because he trusted Hei Xia Zi's skills from the bottom of his heart. After all, when Zhang Qiling was injured, he did not see Hei Xia Zi's existence. But if Hei Xia Zi was right next to him, he was sure that the moment Hei Xia Zi saw Zhang Qiling, he would take him out no matter what, even if he had to keep Zhang Qiling alive.

There must be something on Zhang Qiling that Hei Xia Zi would be curious about. This is all he can say now.

"Human skin mask, they held a funeral." It was rare for Zhang Qiling to explain so much. He picked up the box and handed it to them as if he was afraid that Wu Yu and Fatty would not believe it. His words made Wu Yu and Fatty feel relieved.

The fat man emptied the box, holding a small flashlight in his mouth. The box was made of dark red wood that had been polished using some unknown process. Only under direct ultraviolet light would a strange pattern form on the top of the box. He looked the empty box inside and out.

His ability to appraise treasures was like a eagle's eye. He quickly discovered that the inside was divided into three layers, and a few small words were engraved on each layer.

"The upper part is engraved with 'a death', the middle part is engraved with 'the fifteenth day of the lunar month', and the lower part is engraved with 'the rise of a god'. What's this? Another such flowery title..." The fat man only felt that the workmanship was exquisite and he could not find anything, so he put it in Wu Yu's hand.

Wu Yu was obviously familiar with this story, and the knowledge in his mind began to roll. "The word 'death' carved on the first layer usually means death, burial or escape in ancient times. There are many explanations, but the 15th day and the following 'TVXQ' are easy to understand. The first and fifteenth day are the days when the gods ascend to the throne. Usually some superstitious people will kneel down at home to worship the gods and pray for good weather in the next year or their own future."

"The gods are taking their places..." Zhang Qiling repeated these four words, but suddenly realized something, "Today is the first day of the lunar month."

Wu Yi checked his phone and found that today was indeed the day on the box. He touched the box and felt something was increasingly wrong.

The fat man interrupted, "Forget about the days. Why does this box seem to be getting weirder the more I look at it? Is it really my illusion?"

Hearing the fat man's words, Wu Yu glanced at the box, but his hands were empty. It turned out that the box was taken back by Zhang Qiling. He reached into the box and probed inside. Just now, he was trying to comfort Wu Yu and the fat man, and did not observe in time.

Only now did I discover that there was a fourth layer inside. The mechanism was at the bottom of the box, on the right side of the box. There was a series of bulges inside, which were very dense.

Zhang Qiling skipped the tedious decryption and went straight to the exquisite part of the box's mechanism. Then he inserted his fingertips into the only correct mechanism, and the outer shell of the box was directly removed. It turned out to be a piece of fine meteorite copper! How could such a good thing be regarded by Hei Xiazi as a makeup box for human skin mask materials? !

"He called him, Xiao Cun." Zhang Qiling explained patiently. If this was the only difference, it would be too simple. Seeing that Hei Xiazi didn't believe him, he continued, "Yan Xiaonan is in Changbai Mountain."

"Wait, Qi, I can't follow your train of thought. Can you speak slower?" Hei Xia Zi knew it was not easy for Zhang Qiling to say so many words, and tried hard to understand him and who he was. The first one he was talking about should be Yan Guangxian who was disguised as Yan Xiaonan, and the second one was him in Zhang Qiling's body. However, he could understand each word individually, but when he put them together to think about them, it was like listening to a book from heaven.

Zhang Qiling looked at Heixiazi, his eyes seemed to despise Heixiazi for being an idiot, "Changbai Mountain, in the store, he was staring at me." He answered sullenly, the little interest he had in talking just now was almost gone.

"Just based on this? I did notice it, but I didn't expect that you could sense something was wrong just because he was staring at you? Your sixth sense is too..." Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qiling talked as they walked out.

It was not until the two of them reached the coffin that Zhang Qiling spoke again, "They are connected to me. I can feel it."

He put his hand on his chest, but because of the gauze blocking his heartbeat, he couldn't feel his heartbeat. "I thought it was one-sided, but from the appearance of Yan Guangshan..."

"What do you mean by 'see'? Could you please stop speaking in vague terms?" Hei Xia Zi's appetite had been whetted.

"The connection is two-way. I can feel their presence." Zhang Qiling's eyes were clear, like a pool of autumn water.

When they first met, the strange emotions surging in Zhang Qiling's body were constantly attacking him and clamoring for a mortal god like him to try to accept this believer who was full of lies.

Scary, right? The first time Zhang Qiling saw Yan Guangshan disguised as Yan Xiaonan, he felt that he wanted to help him, but at the moment he took a step, he used extreme rationality to restrain the radical idea of ​​rushing into the tree and following the other party.

Gods and believers, it is better to say,

Zhang Qiling's behavior was more like that of a believer who mindlessly admired Yan Guangxian, with a very nonsensical obsession, as if he was set with some kind of specific program, and something was pushing him to love and protect these demons.