Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

The only house with a stove in the whole village was so conspicuous. When the fat man approached, his nostrils flared and his eyes suddenly brightened, "I really got it right. Oh my gosh! They are really cooking something, and it smells really good!"

The three of them hadn't eaten anything delicious in the past few days, and the alluring aroma sounded like braised pork. Wu Yu couldn't help swallowing his saliva, but the desire for hunger didn't make him lose his mind.

After all, where did Zhang Qiling get such good skills?

Can black bears really cook?

"Brother, is there really a spirit in there?" Wu Yu knew that the brother didn't have X-ray vision, but he felt uneasy and wanted to ask.

Zhang Qiling did not have a strong appetite, nor would he lose his judgment due to the smell, but he was still stunned by Wu Yu's words.

Perhaps he was too stubborn to think that he would need to use thousands of lies to cover up one lie. Zhang Qiling blinked and didn't speak for a long time, as if he was thinking about how difficult it was to make up a lie or he was struggling with the wording.

Then he shook his head, not sure whether he was denying that the person inside was not Zhang Qiling, or whether he himself did not know who was behind the door.

Seeing that Zhang Qiling couldn't explain anything, Wu Yu turned around and saw the fat man kick the door open with one foot. The force was so strong that the old door frame fell to the ground and broke into irregular pieces...

This is not a door, this is Polly seaweed! So crispy!

"In this shabby little place, who is a good person who can cook such delicious braised pork?!" The fat man said this, but he kept scanning the yard with his eyes.

There was no one in the yard, only the half-open door facing the three people, from which tantalizing aroma of meat wafted. Zhang Qiling grabbed the fat man who wanted to rush in, and pushed the door open again. The next moment, his black gold ancient sword was unsheathed, and the blade flashed forward. Wu Yu, who was about to go in with him, closed his eyes.

"Brother! Don't attack yet!" Wu Yu shouted too late. He was subconsciously afraid of the light and took a step back. He was then pulled back by the fat man and his vision recovered. Naturally, he could not withstand such a sudden burst of light in the dark environment.

The fat man held Wu Yu's back with his hand, fearing that his small body would collapse in fear. Then, seeing the man in his arms rubbing his eyes, he grabbed his hand to stop him, "Tian Zhen! Stop rubbing your eyes, they're red!"

The man nailed to the wall by the black gold ancient knife was not ragged, but it could be said that this might be his most respectable piece of clothing. The black coat had many wrinkles, but it was washed very clean.

Judging from his appearance, this man is a little older than Wu Xie, with a neat crew cut, as if he just came out of prison. He has a pair of triangular eyes, a high nose bridge, and wears a pair of glasses and earrings. He doesn't look effeminate at all.

It was a stranger face that Zhang Qiling had never seen before.

"Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu... I I I have finally waited... waited for you!" The man had a slight stutter and had to say a sentence more than ten times before he could finish it.

Wu Yu opened his eyes that were filled with tears due to the bright light, and hesitantly answered the call of this familiar person, "Lao Yang?"

Hei Xia Zi directly overturned the coffin. He had compromised too many times along the way. He didn't want to expose the Yan family team or be captured by Fu Fu. Everything seemed like someone was treating him like Monkey King.

His gun was against the back of the rickshaw driver's head. It turned out that the rickshaw driver still had his hair tied up in the old-fashioned way, with all his black hair held together by a hairpin. The skin on his neck was whiter than that of a woman.

Hei Xia Zi cursed inwardly, thinking he was a pervert, but he turned out to be a pervert whiter than a person who had been dead for three days!

"Who are you? I'll give you three seconds to tell me your name. If you don't, I'm going to chop your head open." Hei Xia Zi's tone was completely unconcealed and euphemistic, and was full of threats.

Zhang Qiling, like a small shrimp, was enjoying the space he could comfortably live in due to the black bear's movement, but his body was curled up smaller and smaller due to the cold.

He could only struggle to raise his eyes, trying to look at Hei Xia Zi's chin which had not been cleaned up due to the rush in the past few days. He could not hear what Hei Xia Zi was saying at the moment, his ears were like filled with water, and he could only see the other person's lips opening and closing.

He felt like he was melting.

The man put down the handle of the cart and replied, "Sir, do you really want to see it?"

His voice is very elegant, like clear spring water. No matter how you put it, it should sound pleasant.

"I'm not kidding you." Hei Xiazi raised his eyebrows and pushed the gun forward, completely ignoring the other party's coldness, as if he was giving the man a death notice.

The man trembled, probably knowing that he could not resist Hei Xia Zi, so he turned around quietly.

Because Hei Xia Zi turned around, the muzzle of Hei Xia Zi's gun changed from pointing at the back of the man's head to pointing at his forehead.

This face was surprisingly the same as the Yan Ran or Yan Guangshan whom I had seen in the courtyard just now. It was the kind of beauty that met the aesthetic standards of both men and women, and his eyebrows and eyes revealed an indifference that was as appropriate as his voice.

Yan Ran pursed his lips, but turned his gaze to Zhang Qiling lying in the coffin. He ignored the black muzzle of the gun that Hei Xiazi had not lowered, and just said lightly like an old housekeeper, "Lord God, it's time for us to go home."

Hei Xia Zi looked down at his feet after hearing what he said. He just thought Zhang Qiling was resting, but now he realized that he was almost fainted. Hei Xia Zi did not move his gun away from Yan Guangshan, and used his free left hand to pull up Zhang Qiling, but found that the other party was as cold as ice. "Wake up? Qi, wake up!"

But his shouting was of no use. Zhang Qiling's eyelids drooped and he wanted to collapse without any strength, so Hei Xia Zi lifted him up again. He barely relied on Hei Xia Zi's arm and tried to stand firm with his remaining consciousness.

"What did you do to him?!" Hei Xia Zi knew that Zhang Qiling was fine just now, and now he is like this, the other party must have done something wrong.

Yan Guangshan's face did not show any fear of being exposed, and he did not make excuses, "I just made him weak. The time has come, and he should fulfill his promise."

"What time is it? Bullshit promise! It's a wonder my Qi knows an old witch like you!" he retorted.

However, Yan Guangshan was not in a hurry, "God, there is no need to report everything to outsiders."

This word "outsider" completely pissed off Hei Xia Zi, and he fired directly. The silver bullet rushed out instantly and pierced Yan Guangxian's forehead. Yan Guangxian slowly fell down, and he fired several more shots.

It was too reckless, and totally unlike something a black bear would do. Zhang Qiling listened to the rumbling sound in his ears, but was unable to struggle against the control that was paralyzed in the quagmire.

Hei Xia Zi fired the shot rashly because he thought of what Zhang Qiling said: he would not die.

What is the scope of this immortality? After Zhang Qiling saw through his disguise as Yan Xiaonan, could he still be resurrected after his neck was broken?

Hei Xia Zi did not let go of Zhang Qiling. It was too easy for Yan Guangshan to die so defenselessly... He needed to confirm something urgently, so he directly carried Zhang Qiling down from the cart and observed the dead Yan Guangshan.

Yan Guangshan was constantly being looked at by Hei Xiazi's eyes hidden under sunglasses. There was the first bullet hole on his forehead, the second on his heart, and the third pierced through both temples...

Hei Xiazi showed no mercy in every shot, and every shot was fatal.

Yan Guangshan was lying lifeless on the ground. Hei Xia Zi was sitting not too far from Yan Guangshan, laying Zhang Qiling flat on his lap.

Hei Xia Zi looked at Zhang Qiling's pale face. He carefully brushed off his human skin mask to wipe the cold sweat on Zhang Qiling's forehead. He then carefully probed his carotid artery and heart to confirm that the heart was still beating and supplying blood, but Zhang Qiling was not very conscious.

The only change and doubt was that Zhang Qiling became even colder. Hei Xiazi held his exposed hands tightly, but felt that his way of heat transfer was not enough, so he took off his coat and put it on Zhang Qiling.

He hugged Zhang Qiling and stared at Yan Guangxian carefully.

Until the expected twitching began, Yan Guangshan's hand covering his forehead began to move first, very slightly, and it was not noticeable without careful observation. Later, Yan Guangshan seemed to be mutated, and his entire back spine was propped up by his arched body, and it seemed as if something was surging and moving under his skin.

The bullet holes on his body that were bleeding began to heal gradually. The whole process was accompanied by visible pain. In the end, Yan Guangshan looked like he had just been pulled out of the water. He was sweating coldly and gasping for breath. He seemed to be in great pain, but he couldn't help wanting to enjoy the long-lost air. His voice trembled with every breath he took.

"Alive? You should tell me what happened to Qi now, and how you survived after being shot by me three times, and what the hell is that promise?" Hei Xia Zi completely ignored the fact that the other party was not in a state suitable for negotiation. Anyway, he had already grasped Yan Guangxian's life.

Yan Guangshan will be killed, but he will not die, and the whole resurrection is particularly painful for him, so he wants Zhang Qiling to kill him. Hei Xia Zi looked at Yan Guangshan who was unable to live or die, and was willing to believe that the other party made such an unreasonable wish to be killed for the so-called relief.

The immortality of being unable to live and unable to die,

【Living Dead】

It turns out that “that person” was right.

Yan Guangshan recovered after a while. He cautiously gathered up his white jade robe which had been wrinkled by the sudden killing. "How did you know..."

He shut up and looked around, but found that apart from himself, Hei Xia Zi and Zhang Qiling, there was no other outsider here. So Yan Guangshan slowly stood up and walked forward a few steps, but fell back as if he had lost his strength. However, he did not forget to maintain his decency.

He knelt on the ground because of the pain, but his back, which symbolized pride, was straight and he did not look like he was giving up at all.

Yan Guangshan looked sinister, and did not answer Hei Xiazi's three questions. He just asked what he wanted to ask, "You have met him... He even told you about my resurrection? What is your relationship with him?"

This time it was Yan Guangshan's turn to ask questions incessantly.

"Get your fucking head straight and listen to what I say before you answer. Did I ask you to ask a question?" Hei Xiazi pulled the trigger with his index finger in annoyance, but did not press it. He just raised the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at Yan Guangshan, ordering him,

"You are not qualified to negotiate with me.

Now, immediately, wake Qi up.

I'll only give you three seconds."