Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

Yan Guangxian struggled to get up, but refused to bow his head. Instead, he choked up and said, "You and him are really a nest of snakes and rats..."

It seemed that he realized that Hei Xia Zi knew he could not kill him, so his originally humble attitude towards Hei Xia Zi changed in an instant.

Yan Guangxian's face was always cold towards others, and now the coldness in his eyes seemed to want to kill the blind man who was yelling at him.

"What? You want to rush to die and then come back to life in pain? I don't have the patience to watch your performance. If I can kill you once, I can kill you hundreds of times." Hei Xiazi held Zhang Qiling and pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out and hit Yan Guangxian's left leg, which he had just stood up with great difficulty.

This little pain was just a warning from Hei Xia Zi. Yan Guangshan fell back again, and the brown mud had stained his outer robe, making it extremely dirty. "I said, let Qi wake up first. I think you know better than me what will happen next."

Hei Xia Zi was rarely serious, so if Yan Guangshan wanted to know the truth, he had to do as Hei Xia Zi said. So he took out a small jade bottle from his lapel and poured out a few small pills, each of which was about the size of a fingernail, but quite heavy.

Yan Guangxian stuffed the extra pills back in. He stretched out his hand and wanted to put it directly into Zhang Qiling's mouth, but was slapped away by Hei Xiazi. Hei Xiazi was quick to grab the pill in mid-air. In the next second, he roughly pried open Yan Guangxian's mouth with his hands and stuffed the pill in.

He understood that Hei Xia Zi didn't believe that what he had in his hand was the antidote, so he swallowed it obediently to prove that he was not playing tricks. "The poison that Lord God was poisoned with was the mandrake flower. I crushed the flower into incense and candles, which have a certain degree of anesthetic effect. The effect may be different for other people, but what I gave you just now is indeed the antidote. If you don't believe it, you can wait and see if the poison takes effect."

Looking at his calm appearance and the way he quietly went about dying, Hei Xia Zi stared at him for a few minutes and realized that he had no emotions or physical changes at all. Hei Xia Zi directly pulled out the red jade bottle from Yan Guangxian's clothes.

"Open your mouth." Hei Xia Zi patiently placed the translucent red pill against Zhang Qiling's lips, but the other party just kept his lips pursed into a straight line and refused to feed the pill. His face had turned pale and almost transparent, and the situation was not good.

So Hei Xia Zi hardened his heart and used his fingers to pry open the other person's lips and teeth. After roughly stretching them open, he opened a bottle of water and poured some into Zhang Qiling's mouth to help him swallow.

Zhang Qiling tried hard to regain consciousness, but was unable to swallow on his own. In the end, he relied on his body's survival instinct and choked down the small pill of antidote.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but Zhang Qiling felt that the coldness in his body had not dissipated, but the strength that had been taken away had at least returned. He opened his eyes and slowly sat up from Hei Xia Zi's arms, without the slightest lingering attachment to that warm embrace.

He pressed the corner of his lips with his hammer hand with difficulty. There was a slight pain there, probably because it was scratched by Hei Xiazi's action just now.

At the moment, Yan Guangshan had been tied up by Hei Xia Zi to a pillar of the house. He was not in a bad state, and was even tied while standing. He looked proudly at the mountains in the distance, but visibility was very low at night, and he didn't know what to see in the dark Laoai Mountain...

Zhang Qiling glanced at Hei Xia Zi suspiciously, and the other party smiled soothingly. Zhang Qiling had no idea when Hei Xia Zi got the hemp rope. It seemed as if everything was predicted by him.

Just like Zhang Qiling didn't know why Hei Xia Zi knew that the two of them would enter the coffin, and taught him in advance how to load the gun with his mouth, and even prepared the rope before coming here.

It seemed as if everything was under Hei Xia Zi's control, and he was moving forward bit by bit according to the established script.

His back was supported by Heixiazi, whose eyes were fixed on the corners of Zhang Qiling's lips which were red as if bleeding. For the first time, this trivial detail attracted his attention. Unfortunately, the medicine he brought was nothing compared to Zhang Qiling's small wound, and applying it on the wound would be an overreaction.

"He..." Zhang Qiling pointed at Yan Guangshan, but found that his voice was still very hoarse even after being moisturized.

He cleared his throat. He had a lot to say, but due to his poor ability to express himself, he could only blurt out words in a dry voice to reassure Hei Xiazi, "I'm fine..."

"I know." Hei Xia Zi nodded and accommodating. He seemed to have seen through many things a long time ago.

Being watched by the two men, Yan Guangxian did not try to rub the rope or try to escape. He just stayed there quietly, tied up in a standing position. Even though he became a prisoner in Hei Xia Zi's hands, he was still arrogant and insolent.

Zhang Qiling asked again, "Where is this?"

There were so many questions that Zhang Qiling wanted to ask, and his mind was in a mess. He could only force himself to ask the quickest question that did not require much thought.

"Yes, it's a vessel for receiving things." Yan Guangxian glanced at Zhang Qiling calmly and answered slowly.

This kind of person is nothing like the one in Zhang Qiling's body, and for such a long time, "he" didn't come to take over his body. Is he afraid or terrified of something?

Zhang Qiling looked at Yan Guangxian, struggling to get up and walk forward. His strength had recovered about 20%, and he was a little like a wimp. He almost sprained his ankle several times and it was Hei Xia Zi who held him up.

Hei Xiazi replied unhappily, "Speak human language."

"匚 is a vessel. We are in the vessel used for sacrifice." Yan Guangxian pursed his lips as he looked at Hei Xia Zi who couldn't understand the ancient language. If he didn't have his own system of self-discipline and restoration of rituals, he might have rolled his eyes at the other party.

Looking around, it was indeed frighteningly dark, as if something was covering their heads. There was only a house used for sacrificial offerings standing right in front of Hei Xiazi and Zhang Qiling. On the four load-bearing pillars supporting the roof were hung eternal lamps, and the light was still illuminating half of the face of the bound Yan Guangxian.

There were also several fire racks burning fiercely in the surrounding corners, with sparks flying. If Yan Guangshan had not told Zhang Qiling where the three of them were now, perhaps this strange and familiar arrangement would have made Zhang Qiling think that he had returned to the bottom of the tomb where eleven people were buried.

Hei Xia Zi walked to the edge of the naked eye observation and knocked on the cover a few times. It was solid and very hard, and it was impossible to get out by human power. So he brought the topic back to the points that Yan Guangshan was interested in, "You are wrong, we are not from the same nest. To be precise, I should be the wolf..." He went off the subject.

Zhang Qiling looked at him, with some confusion in his eyes.

"However, I have indeed met him. If you want to know what he said to me, please lead the way." Hei Xiazi smiled and finally got back to the point.

"Lao Yang? You are not!" Wu Yu opened his eyes wide, and couldn't believe that Lao Yang, who tricked him into exploring the Qinlin Sacred Tree but died to save him, was actually resurrected? !

Is he still a human? He suffered so much damage in the human realm, but he still survived. Is he really the same old Yang?

Wu Di during this period was not completely ignorant of the meaning of materialization, but he was always unwilling to believe that a person could be created by an inexplicable tree. Even if that person inherited the body and memories, would he still be that person's soul?

This is too bizarre and unbelievable.

The fat man was also speechless when he saw who was coming. He was both an insider and an outsider. He did not have the emotional connection that Wu Yu and Lao Yang had, so he would naturally realize things faster than Wu Yu. So he turned his head and looked at the young man who was holding the knife handle and nailing Lao Yang to the wall. The other's thin back gradually overlapped with Zhang Qiling, who only knew how to pour out his heart and clumsy love...

Materialization,

He realized this faster than Wu Di, who was unwilling to believe the fact.

But can Wu Yu accept it? Can he accept that between Xiao Ge and Zhang Qiling, it is very likely that one of them is a material product, that the brother who accompanies us is a replica, or that poor Zhang Qiling does not even know who he is?

For the first time, the fat man felt his mind working so fast that even his CPU was running at high speed. In the end, it turned into a joke that was neither too big nor too small, just enough to relieve the awkward atmosphere. "Little man, put him down first... His braised pork is going to get burnt!"

The black gold ancient sword was put back into its sheath, and Zhang Qiling moved back to Wu Yu and Fatty. Lao Yang slid down from the wall. Although he knew that he should not really care about the pot of braised pork, after listening to Fatty's words, he seemed to be guided and went to turn over the meat the next second.

The fragrant aroma could no longer arouse Wu Yu's thoughts. He stood there in a daze, watching his childhood friend, who had grown up with him and wore the same pants, die tragically and then quietly pick up the spatula and stir-fry meat in front of him...

What about Lao Yang’s seriously ill mother? Is she still alive and well in this world?

But Wu Yu couldn't open his mouth to ask. His emotions were too complicated. Although he cared about his childhood friend, he couldn't help but always want to link this real example to Zhang Qiling and his brother.

Which is more important, who is true or false, is actually not that important.

Really

That’s what Wu Yu thought.