Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

When passing by the Changbai Mountain Antique Shop, Zhang Qiling sat in the car and looked out. At this time, Hei Xia Zi's car was not driving very fast, so he could observe the surrounding environment very carefully. The car had not left the town yet, and it was bright outside. Unlike the darkness of the night, the world began to become clear.

Zhang Qiling inexplicably felt a lot of gazes. When he came down from Changbai Mountain, he thought it was Black Blind who was following him, but when he faced Black Blind, he denied this idea. After all, the other party did not have any hostility. The dense gazes came from all directions.

When Zhang Qiling and the Iron Trio came out of the tomb, the feeling of being spied on became even more obvious. He was observing the passers-by who were hurriedly eating breakfast, the tourists who came here for a tour, and the children who were happily holding their parents' arms...

If it was these people who were looking at him, even Zhang Qiling would have felt that he was being too sensitive, until Hei Xia Zi's car had passed the last store in the busy streets.

Zhang Qiling sat in the back seat properly, with his back not leaning against the chair and his hand on the handle of the knife. If he had not revealed any ill will towards Hei Xia Zi, others might have thought that Zhang Qiling was ready to attack Hei Xia Zi in the driver's seat at any time.

It was not until Zhang Qiling looked outside that he made eye contact with an old man who was lying flat on a hot blanket in a store.

For a brief moment, the other party seemed to smile, and even waved at him calmly, but this endless fear was sweeping over Zhang Qiling. It was fear, just like a mouse encountering a cat, and the cat teased it by pressing down its long tail, and the barbed tongue was licking the baby mouse's fur lightly, with a force that was neither deep nor intimidating.

Like the blood suppression between animals.

A certain radar of Zhang Qiling was activated instantly. This creepy feeling that made his spine tremble was intuition, or it could only be called intuition.

This feeling came over him again when he encountered the afterimage of Yan Xiaonan. He was actually deeply afraid of that beautiful figure, let alone facing the living "Yan Xiaonan". But when Zhang Qiling listened to the other party's request to commit suicide, he really broke "Yan Xiaonan's" cervical vertebra.

Zhang Qiling did not tell Hei Xia Zi that it was at the moment he killed "Yan Xiaonan" that he realized that this fanatical believer was actually Yan Guangshan, the Yan Guangshan who lived to be 1,570 years old.

This is a feeling, vague and ethereal, as rootless as metaphysics.

Perhaps when Zhang Qiling and Yan Guangshan faced each other, they developed a strong obsession from the bottom of their hearts to get closer to each other. That feeling was not love, and it did not come from admiration for the other person's external conditions or soul.

The relationship between Zhang Qiling and Yan Bucun is more like that between a knight and a king. Although Zhang Qiling is revered as a god by everyone, he knows that he, who has been pushed to a high position, will not be content to sit on the throne of power. The extremism in Zhang Qiling's bones makes him the puppet king who kneels on one knee, kisses the back of the knight's hand, and begs the other party to swear to protect him, a cowardly puppet king to the extreme.

This description is difficult for anyone to understand, including Zhang Qiling.

"What are you looking at so intently?" Although Hei Xia Zi was driving, judging from the way he glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time, his attention was clearly focused on Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling retracted his gaze, touched the red jade bead in his pocket, and used the unknown pain to suppress the trembling of his body, until his emotions were gradually attacked by more intense pain and he could not concentrate. Only then did he relax and stare at the leather pad under his feet. He replied, "I didn't see it."

Zhang Qiling is a better liar than he thought, really.

"You were just going to let Yan Guangxian kill you? How could he die so easily?" Zhang Qiling's divergent thoughts returned to Hei Xiazi's hand that was pressing on the coffin to stop him from moving forward. The blisters caused by his fingertips had been carefully wrapped with gauze, and the tips of his five fingers looked like manicures done by a little girl. It wasn't beautiful, but it looked like it.

Zhang Qiling looked at him calmly, his tone was calm, and he seemed neither close nor distant, "He won't die."

Hei Xia Zi knew that he could not argue about right and wrong with a stubborn guy. Every conversation between him and Zhang Qiling was like facing a patient with communication disorder. Usually, they were talking nonsense. He would say one thing and Zhang Qiling would pull out a chocolate. Or, if Hei Xia Zi asked him to explain, he would just stand there, staring at him with his eyes as calm as water, without saying a word.

Usually when faced with the former situation, Hei Xia Zi can still guide the situation, but when faced with the latter, Hei Xia Zi can't pry open Zhang Qiling's mouth and force this piece of wood that can't spit out ivory to become a fool with honey in his mouth and a belly full of nonsense.

So Hei Xia Zi could only piece together some understandable information from Zhang Qiling's few words.

For example, "he" is not Yan Guangshan. The real Yan Xiaonan was lying in ambush in Changbai Mountain, and the one who was performing tricks in Chonggu Laoai Mountain was Yan Ran Yan Guangshan.

And "He called him, Xiao Cun." So the person in Zhang Qiling's body was not the old monster? But why did this stranger suddenly appear in Zhang Qiling's body and swear that his name was Yan Guangshan.

There are too many doubts, which is probably what Hei Xiazi meant by "exciting". The clues are linked one to another, and everything is like a detective novel worth exploring and studying in depth. The reaction, name, and words of a person in the last second will be overturned, disintegrated, and reconstructed in the next moment.

However, it is not known whether Yan Guangshan has done anything to this village. Judging from the images formed by the magnetic field, it can be simply inferred that the relationship between the two brothers is not harmonious, and it has even reached the point of being on the verge of a showdown.

From what Yan Ran said, it sounded like Changsheng's problem was indeed caused by his brother Yan Xiaonan.

Zhang Qiling thought about Yan Guangxian's murderous look for a long time, until he saw footsteps approaching, about three people. Before he could move to hide, Hei Xiazi, who had also reacted, pulled him onto the cart like a chicken.

When the coffin was opened, Zhang Qiling's entire mind was still in a loading state. He was still immersed in his previous thoughts, but he didn't expect that he was being tried to push into the coffin by Hei Xia Zi. When the front half of his body lay flat, his long legs were still hanging outside. He turned over in a daze and saw Hei Xia Zi lifting up his legs.

Hei Xia Zi's hands were loose, as if he was afraid of hurting Zhang Qiling, but his movements were swift and efficient.

After dealing with Zhang Qiling's long legs, Hei Xiazi also crawled in. When the coffin lid was gradually closed, Zhang Qiling felt his vision suddenly become dark. The two of them were close to each other in the narrow space and could hear each other's heartbeat and breathing.

Zhang Qiling slowly realized that the bodies of Yan Yunyao and Yan Pingyang inside had disappeared, and the footsteps outside were approaching.

He didn't know what method Hei Xia Zi used. He just felt that Hei Xia Zi's heart was beating very loudly, but now Hei Xia Zi had controlled the beating to an extremely subtle level.

Hei Xia Zi's heart seemed to be rolled over by warm water and it slowed down extremely, like an old man who was about to grow old and withered and was about to die.

The coffins were bought according to the body shapes of Yan Yunyao and Yan Pingyang. Zhang Qiling was thin but tall, and Hei Xiazi was a martial artist and was taller than him. The two of them had their long legs stacked together, intertwined, and subtly suppressing each other.

However, Zhang Qiling really didn't know how to stop his own heartbeat, so he could only make his breathing extremely light and thin, disguising himself as a dying person. He couldn't see the current situation inside the coffin, but Hei Xiazi had sharp eyes, and the darker it was, the clearer he could see.

Hei Xia Zi seemed to be amused by the way Zhang Qiling suppressed his normal breathing.

His chin rested on the top of Zhang Qiling's head and rubbed it slightly. The shallow breathing that the other party had been trying hard to maintain was instantly disrupted by his action, and it actually became cutely tense.

However, when Zhang Qiling heard Heixiazi's heartbeat quicken, he thought something had happened again. He wanted to look up suspiciously, but was held down by the other party's hand again. The tip of his nose touched the pocket watch on Heixiazi's chest, which contained Fu Fu's ashes. The metal product was very cold.

However, Hei Xia Zi was not really stupid. When Wu Yu and others approached, he stopped "tease" Zhang Qiling.

After returning to the starting point, Wu Yu found that there was nothing different about this funeral procession. Even though Zhang Qiling had searched here once, his attention was still focused on anything that might cause an accident.

The fat man had just been hit by a black donkey's hoof here, but unfortunately he didn't hit anything. It was really weird. He rubbed left and right, and the two people in the coffin were almost driven crazy by the fat man's habit of tomb-raiding.

The coffins in this shabby little place were of poor quality to begin with. The coffin lids, which had been opened several times, were now very lively. As the fat man moved his hands, daylight leaked in little by little. Zhang Qiling was afraid that Wu Yu and the others would discover themselves.

After all, he is a rebellious child who ran away from home, and he must be afraid of being scolded by his parents.

But Hei Xia Zi was really calm and held Zhang Qiling tighter. As he moved, the pocket watch on his chest slid down. Because the chain was made of copper, there was some noise. Fortunately, Zhang Qiling used his nose to block it again in time to stop the pocket watch from falling off.

How could Zhang Qiling not hear that the dead person in the coffin had turned into two living people?

The faint smell inside made Zhang Qiling want to open the coffin immediately to check the situation, fearing that Zhang Qiling might be in danger. Now he was standing on the car board, pressing his Fa Qiu finger against the corner of the coffin, looking ready to lift the coffin lid and save people at any time.

"Young man, did you find anything?" Wu Yugang had just turned over the corpses again and was ready to move from the battlefield to the village to investigate.

The fat man wiped the dust off his hands. He didn't really care about tomb raiding. It was just a habit. When he was worried, he would always do some familiar movements to divert his attention. "Brother, listen to the sky, don't listen. I just saw a family burning chimneys. Maybe Brother Qi Ling was cooking."

Zhang Qiling's fingertips lightly pressed on the coffin lid and shook it. After pondering for a while, he roughly understood Zhang Qiling's thoughts. After all, all their actions and words, what they knew and felt... always coincided.

"If you don't find anything, go check." Zhang Qiling spoke quickly without pausing, which was unusual for him.

He can do what he wants.

But I wish you good health,

Zhang Qiling saw Zhang Qiling through the gap between the coffin lids. He probably didn't expect that Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qiling would lie down facing him. Although the scene wasn't very pretty, the two rough guys' faces were facing each other and breathing...

However, although Zhang Qiling's appearance had changed, his eyes were still bright and dazzling, so the young man remembered Zhang Qiling's extremely determined expression, and his refusal to give up and return home.

No one can persuade such a tenacious person, and Zhang Qiling himself is the same. Because he understands and supports, he closed the coffin lid.

【Nothing found, go check】

He's obviously a good liar.