Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Wu Yu opened his mouth and closed it again, swallowing the questions in his mind. He just asked casually and didn't really want to leave. In fact, he wanted to stay here for a while from the bottom of his heart. What if he could wait for Zhang Qiling?

But he was conflicted and wanted to move to the small house with a chimney that the fat man mentioned, for fear that he would lose sight of the big picture and miss the chance to find Zhang Qiling.

Wu Yu seldom had such an accurate sixth sense, but unfortunately his first suspicion was broken by Zhang Qiling who jumped off the car. Zhang Qiling did not seem to understand why Wu Yu did not move after making the suggestion, and just patted the shoulder of the fat man beside him. He then raised his chin slightly, indicating that they really needed to hurry.

"Brother..." Wu Yu was standing at another intersection not far from the fat man and Zhang Qiling. He didn't say anything, but just called Zhang Qiling in a low voice.

Zhang Qiling responded softly. He didn't have a good understanding of human emotions, but he still followed Wu Yu's contradictory attitude and didn't force him to leave. He was waiting for Wu Yu to say something else.

However... Zhang Qiling, who was staying in the coffin, was suffering much more now. He couldn't stretch his legs, nor could he get up. He could only stay in the coffin with Hei Xia Zi in an awkward posture.

And the most important thing is that as long as Zhang Qiling inhaled, Hei Xia Zi would exhale, as if he was going against him. Even the air in the coffin became thinner due to the different breathing frequencies of the two.

In particular, Zhang Qiling felt that his consciousness was about to fade due to lack of oxygen. Even though there was a human skin mask on his face, an embarrassing and sickly red was gradually spreading across his face.

But this time Hei Xiazi really didn't do it on purpose, he just lost his breath with the other party! He looked at the other party's uncomfortable appearance, feeling a little sad like an old father, and then began to hold his breath, trying not to compete with Zhang Qiling for oxygen.

When the two people lay down in the coffin, Hei Xia Zi did not close the coffin lid tightly, leaving a small gap that allowed only a little light and air to leak in. He knew that he would hold his breath for a long time, so there was no need to worry, so that gap was reserved as an oxygen channel for Zhang Qiling.

But who would have thought that the mute guy shook the coffin lid for a long time, lifted it up a little, and then closed it tightly? !

At this time, Hei Xia Zi had no way to move the coffin lid. After all, the three idiots outside had not left yet. And when he heard them performing a sensational drama at this moment, Hei Xia Zi was almost mad at them.

Zhang Qiling tried to keep his mind clear, his face flushed. He didn't want the suspected "little cun" in his body to come out and make trouble. What if he got upset again and killed Zhang Qiling, Wu Yu, and the fat guy...

This chilling thought appeared in Zhang Qiling's mind, but was quickly shaken off. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to deceive himself, thinking that such a thing would not happen.

But the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. His brain, which was lacking oxygen, was not clear enough. Zhang Qiling could only think that if he really reached the moment of losing control, then the first action he would take must be before all the killings took place...

Suicide.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously wanted to touch the black gold ancient sword at his side. He moved his hammer hand over, but found that the sword at his waist was gone.

He almost forgot that he had thrown the knife into the cemetery with the human-faced tree and destroyed it together with the tree. The reason was not because of his carelessness, but because Zhang Qiling could not accept that he failed to pull out the knife embedded in the tree at that time.

If he had drawn his knife at that time, even if it meant cutting off half of his shoulder, it would have been better than letting the rest of the Yan family team die at the hands of "Xiao Cun".

“Brother, Fatty…I don’t really want to…” Wu Yi stammered for a long time.

Human hesitation is just like tossing a coin, but at the moment when Wu Yu tried to make a decision, his regret and hesitation in his heart had already proved the answer he wanted.

A coin that is biased on one side will only have one outcome from the beginning.

Wu Di, Wu Di, you can't even see your own thoughts clearly.

The fat man who had spoken earlier naturally understood Wu Yu's hesitation and immediately became his mouthpiece, "Then little brother, let's stay here and wait for a while. What if we meet Brother Qi Ling?"

"Let's go." Zhang Qiling realized that the two of them really wanted to stay, and immediately spoke out to stop them. He thought of Zhang Qiling's hoarse breathing after being bitten by the blood corpse...

If they really find Zhang Qiling, the path that Zhang Qiling is determined to follow at the risk of his life will be cut off.

He rarely had such a tough attitude, which made Wu Yu, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, feel upset, "Brother...you..."

Zhang Qiling had a stern face and did not give in to Wu Yu's pleading. He tugged at the corner of his clothes calmly and made a great determination to go against his own code of conduct and help Zhang Qiling...

"I saw him go in." Zhang Qiling pointed at the road behind Wu Yu and lied without blushing or beating his heart.

"Hey, brother, why didn't you tell me earlier? What are we waiting for? Let's go!" The fat man has been running around in recent days and has lost a lot of weight. He can't stand any more hard work.

All they can do now is either to stay where they are, surrounded by dangers and unable to rest, or choose to grasp the glimmer of hope that Zhang Qiling mentioned, or do nothing and finally return to the car dejectedly, acting like turtles who know nothing.

It was getting dark, and the sun was setting in the depression on the top of Laoai Mountain. It was sinking so fast that the sunset lengthened the shadows of the three people. Zhang Qiling looked even thinner and taller, and even the fat man had grown taller.

Wu Yu stared at the coffin behind Zhang Qiling, which was covered by a shadow and only three steps away from them. He felt something strange in his heart, but he couldn't figure out what this strange worry was.

However, Hei Xia Zi was no longer bothered to care whether he was exposed or not. He only knew that if the coffin was not opened, Zhang Qiling would suffocate to death.

Zhang Qiling is a child who always makes people worry. He needs to be taught everything. If you tell Zhang Qiling that he cannot sit on this stool, he will really stand there for the whole day. If you tell him that the microwave can be used, he will also explode at you.

Zhang Qiling couldn't understand jokes people made behind his back, nor could he understand technologies that were beyond his scope of thought. Moreover, Hei Xiazi had not yet taught him the skills to survive in this treacherous world. How could he let Zhang Qiling get into an accident because of his own negligence?

So Hei Xia Zi raised his hand and slightly pushed up the coffin lid above his head, but Zhang Qiling in front of him had already noticed the movement and subtly blocked Wu Yu's observation with his body.

So Wu Yi shifted his gaze and chose to look at Zhang Qiling's eyes which were apparently calm but clear and gentle dyed by the setting sun. Finally, he chuckled and compromised with the other party.

"Okay, let's listen to you, brother. Let's go." Wu Yu moved quickly. He took the fat man and walked directly onto the road without any hesitation, showing absolute trust in Zhang Qiling.

Perhaps Wu Yu should really trust his intuition. After all, many years later, he would eventually figure out Zhang Qiling's look at that moment. It turned out that he was trying to drive him away from here...

After moving around for a while, Hei Xia Zi found that there was no movement outside, so he simply used his fingers to pry open a crack in the coffin lid. The dim light came in from outside, illuminating half of Zhang Qiling's face.

The air was permeated with the chill of the night. Zhang Qiling had no worries or excuses. He breathed in oxygen for the first time in a long time. His chest rose and fell. Waves of chill running through his veins interrupted his thoughts of seeking death. So he did not try to touch the non-existent black gold ancient sword again.

"You can't leave yet." Hei Xia Zi held Zhang Qiling down, and then instantly returned to the position where he had just lay.

Hei Xiazi's strong heartbeat recovered.

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips and lay quietly on his side. In fact, if one were to use an animal to describe him, apart from a beautiful cat, he would be closer to a mimic octopus.

He always needs the guidance of the black bear, or spends some time and opportunity to stimulate certain instincts of his body.

For example, he has now learned to help Hei Xia Zi load his gun in a small space. This is something they have practiced repeatedly to deal with emergencies. At that time, Hei Xia Zi said that there would be a risk of being unable to move, but Zhang Qiling did not understand what this meant.

Then Zhang Qiling bit Hei Xiazi's pistol with his teeth, then raised his lower jaw and loaded the gun quickly and neatly. He probably understood Hei Xiazi's prediction. The space was too small to load the gun, and he only had one hand that could move... How could Hei Xiazi have thought that he and he would hide in a coffin?

Before Zhang Qiling could ask, Hei Xia Zi's gun was already pointed at the small gap in the coffin lid, ready to fire, as if he could blow the other person's head off as soon as he showed his head.

But the man didn't come over. Hei Xiazi, who had been holding the gun for a long time, was getting a little impatient. Who knew that the cart was lifted up in the next second, and it was even moving! It was moving with the coffins containing the two of them!!!

The man pulling the cart outside was a boy, and he was laughing softly. His voice was magnetic and actually quite pleasant to hear.

Hei Xiazi now felt like a female college student who was kidnapped into the mountains for a ghost marriage. Although he knew clearly that the person pulling the cart outside was definitely a human, why was he laughing so pervertedly? !

However, Zhang Qiling, who was also lying peacefully in his coffin, did not understand Hei Xiazi's little tricks and wild imagination.

He felt very cold even though he was wrapped in his leek green cotton-padded jacket. He could only curl up as tight as possible. It was not because the air was cold, but because it seemed as if something was suppressing his body and his strength was being drained away bit by bit.

It wasn't the feeling of having control of my body taken away by "Xiao Cun", but I was conscious and felt myself becoming weak and powerless.

As quiet as ice melting into water.