Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

"Lao Yang... when did you come out?" Wu Yu walked forward and squatted down skillfully, just like when they were children, the two of them could chat for a long time on the roadside looking childish.

Lao Yang, who was turning the meat, used a clean bowl to scoop a large bowl full of braised pork for Wu Yu, and handed the chopsticks to Wu Yu. They had just been washed and were a little wet when he picked them up.

Lao Yang stammered, "I don't... I just came out not long ago... Wu Wu Xu... boil it slowly... eat it slowly."

Wu Yu held the warm braised pork in his arms, not knowing for a moment whether to continue asking questions to poke the other person's heart, or to really eat a bite of rice. Zhang Qiling had seen Lao Yang before, and seeing that Lao Yang posed no threat to Wu Yu and was still serving him food, he squatted over, took the chopsticks from Wu Yu's hand and took a bite first.

"Young man, you are eating alone!" The fat man suddenly called over. Among the four people, he was the one with the least authority to ask Lao Yang, so he could only pass the conversation to Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling, who was chewing the braised pork, put the chopsticks back into Wu Yu's hand and said, "You can eat it."

He just wanted to confirm whether there was anything else in the food, and only after testing it did he dare to let Wu Yu eat it.

Lao Yang blinked his eyes, looking very introverted and fearful. He avoided the inquiring gazes of the three people and concentrated on scooping two bowls for Fatty and Zhang Qiling. When it came to himself, there was not much left, but it seemed that he was enjoying the meal.

"Lao Yang, why did you come here? Have you seen other people?" Wu Yu gave some of the braised pork in the bowl to Lao Yang, then took the last bite of rice with gravy and wiped the rice grains from the corner of his mouth.

Lao Yang, who received the question, hunched his back, his eyes dodging, "Wu... Wu Yu, I... I'm only telling you..." His look made it clear that Zhang Qiling and the fat man were outsiders, and he was shy and didn't dare to speak.

"It's okay, there are no outsiders here, they are exceptions." Wu Yu seemed to have said something similar in the desert many years later.

It turns out that special case does not just mean unique.

Lao Yang took a deep breath, his emotions hanging tight, "I... I was hired... When I first came out... Someone on the street specifically asked for... I came here..." He tugged at the corner of his clothes, his eyes were dark, and he spoke a little nervously, "This week... I saw two people... They were buying coffins..."

He had a hard time speaking, and Wu Yu, who had grown up with him, naturally knew what was going on, so he asked, "Then what? Where did they go?"

"Gone... gone..." Lao Yang scratched his head, as if he couldn't remember. He accidentally gained the ability to materialize because of tomb robbing, but the price of this ability was that his memory would become extremely poor. He couldn't say it for a long time. Lao Yang was very anxious. He thought for a long time before he suddenly had an idea and took out a handbag from the house. It looked like the style his mother liked back then.

Apart from some clothes, there was only a notebook inside. Lao Yang opened it and continued, "Lao Lao... Ai Xiaoxue..."

"What does the person who hired you want you to do? Are you going to come to this remote place and cook us a bowl of braised pork?" The fat man knew at a glance that not only was there a big pot of braised pork, but even the rice was for four people. The intention was too obvious, as if he was just waiting for them.

Moreover, the fat man thought that it would be better for the other party not to say anything. The three of them had just returned from Laoai Primary School. With his physique and aura, he had less than two taels of flesh, and now he was so thin that his bones were itchy. Wu Yi pinched the fat man's arm, signaling him not to go too far.

Zhang Qiling had just finished his meal in no time, so his appetite was not that strong, but that didn't mean he was a god who grew up eating wind and drinking dew. He just put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at Lao Yang seriously and attentively, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Qi, you are special, so I will answer whatever you want to ask." Hei Xia Zi felt uncomfortable being stared at by Zhang Qiling. He felt like he was stripped naked and thrown in front of the other person. Every mole on his body, the scars accumulated over the years, and the woman who was entangled with him from behind and pinching his eyes... all wanted to be shown to Zhang Qiling involuntarily.

Everything that should have been hidden was exposed in this kind of gaze.

Zhang Qiling has a pair of hands that won't shy away from others.

But I don’t know how to love people’s eyes.

Perhaps Zhang Qiling really likes eye contact. Even though his pair of black and white eyes have never really revealed any emotion, but while keeping his gaze, he is always willing to think about the current situation. And the longer he stays, the more complicated his thoughts become.

What does the word "special" mean in Hei Xia Zi's mouth? Does it mean "unique"?

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiling was untying Yan Guangxian's rope. He did not let go of Yan Guangxian's hands. His two wrists were tightly closed together, unable to be stretched or turned. This was the result of Zhang Qiling tying them carefully several times.

Finally, Zhang Qiling handed the end of the leash to Hei Xiazi like pulling a dog. After making all the necessary arrangements, he began to ask, "Who is he?"

"He is Yan Xiaonan. He hired me when I first came to Changbai Mountain. The old man is quite rich. He gave me this amount and asked me to take you away." Hei Xiazi made a seven with his left hand. According to the tomb robbers, the starting amount should be one million. Although Zhang Qiling was not sure about the value of that amount...

Hei Xiazi held the end of the rope in his right hand and swung it insultingly. The rope hit Yan Guangshan squarely on the back, like a whip during horse training. "He is quite good. Although he didn't tell me most of the small details, he made some good predictions. He also knows this little brother named Yan Ran quite well."

“Shut up!” Yan Guangshan, who was beaten at first, trembled and closed his eyes in humiliation. Because of Hei Xiazi’s words, he opened them again with shame and anger. This kind of response was different from that of “Xiao Cun”. It was full of the unique awkwardness and maturity of young people, and a little bit of melting of the iceberg. It was interesting to be teased until his cheeks turned red...

If it weren't for the ups and downs in Yan Guangshan's voice, one might not have been able to tell that he was angry.

Zhang Qiling looked at Yan Guangshan, whose whole body was flushed with an unusual blush, in confusion. He himself did not have any clearly defined sense of shame, so he naturally did not understand this kind of fun. He just said in a cold tone, "Lead the way."

Entering the ancestral hall, there was a still-burning incense burner on the table, and a huge portrait hung above the wall. Zhang Qiling's pupils trembled suddenly. The man in the portrait was wearing beautiful Tibetan clothing, a bright red robe, and complicated decorations. His handsome face was 70% similar to his own. No one would believe him if he said they were not related by blood.

Yan Guangxian did not smile. He was a very seldom-smiling person. He walked in front with his hands tied with a rope like a watchdog, while Zhang Qiling stood about one meter away from the portrait. Apart from the slight shock at the beginning, he was now more like a dead pool with a stone placed in it but no ripples at all.

The rope was swung by Hei Xia Zi, and he lowered his voice and spoke into Yan Guangshan's ear, "Don't tell me, this is also your god. How many gods do you have? Are you addicted to tying up the Zhang family?"

Yan Guangxian was still angry about the provocation he had just received and had no intention of talking to Hei Xia Zi. However, he saw that Zhang Qiling had quickly calmed down and he no longer felt any abnormal psychological satisfaction.

"It's not an addiction, it's a necessity. Besides, I thought that the God would shed tears when he saw his father. But it turns out that your father is a piece of wood, and his son is also a piece of wood. I wonder what your father would feel in the netherworld..." Yan Guangxian said this without any concealment.

He had already blurted out that the previous generation head of the Zhang family was imprisoned by the Yan family, and even said that Zhang Qiling's father was dead, as if to try to waver Zhang Qiling.

But how could Zhang Qiling, who had never received family affection, construct the identity and image of the father in Yan Guangshan's mouth? He himself was a thing that came out of thin air, and it was possible that he was not even a human being. How could such a person have the so-called family by people on the ground?

Zhang Qiling looked at Hei Xia Zi and really didn't understand those emotions. "Should I cry?"

He had forgotten that he had cried once before. That was when he was inside the door, enduring the most extreme and intense pain in his life, and the shock of possibly never seeing Wu Yu and the other two again. The physical and psychological impact was more effective than any tear gas.

"My Qi, there's no need to cry for someone you don't know." Hei Xiazi pulled the rope dangerously and gradually tightened it. His face was gloomy. Yan Guangshan felt his wrist bones creaking, but Hei Xiazi had a smile on his face and was still coaxing Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling didn't care about crying or not. He subconsciously lifted a corner of the portrait and found a small, slightly sunken pit. He looked at his club hand and knew that he couldn't use the hairline finger. However, because his back was facing Hei Xia Zi and Yan Guangshan, they didn't notice anything unusual about Zhang Qiling.

The one who discovered the mechanism was not Zhang Qiling at all!

Xiao Cun's consciousness came, and the scarlet had already dyed the entire iris. The only ones who could accurately find the mechanism behind the ancestral hall... were members of the Yan family.

Standing there, observing everything carefully, Yan Guangshan smiled for the first time. Unlike Hei Xiazi's evil look, his shoulders did not move when he smiled, and only the corners of his lips slightly curled up, making him look gentle and harmless. However, his eyes were glued to Zhang Qiling who was standing in front of the portrait, and his eyes were full of undisguised covetousness.

It was as if Zhang Qiling was something that could be possessed by oneself.

"Qi! Don't touch it!" Hei Xia Zi rushed forward and pulled Zhang Qiling's hand away. The other party's actions were stopped, but he looked at himself with eyes completely different from Zhang Qiling's.

Xiao Cun said with a sweet smile, "Brother Blind, do you miss me?"