Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

The iron triangle that came in the opposite direction would certainly not see anything here. Zhang Qiling's tolerance rate is now ridiculously high. The fat man glanced at Zhang Qiling several times in disbelief, his expression still unchanged. He almost thought that the guy had been replaced!

But he found that there was nothing unusual about either the quiet environment or the young man.

Zhang Qiling walked in front. There were no street lights in the countryside at night. Only three people's flashlights were still on. In fact, the young man had a question that he had not told Wu Yu and Fatty. That was Lao Yang. It was very likely that he was not the Lao Yang who had stayed with them in Qinling Mountains for a period of time.

The feeling that Lao Yang gave her was not the smell of a dead person. To be honest, it was like the smell of osmanthus wine when the alcohol had dissipated. It was not spicy, but still had a rich fragrance, so light that ordinary people could not detect it.

"Wu Yu." Zhang Qiling called softly, probably guessing that this person's identity was not entirely related to Zhang Qiling.

Wu Yu was walking while looking at the hand-drawn map on the notebook that Lao Yang had given him not long ago. At this moment, he looked up and responded, "What's wrong? Did you find anything, little brother?"

"Lao Yang, that's not right." Zhang Qiling said in a light tone. This kind of words had nothing to do with Zhang Qiling, which inevitably made Wu Yu a little disappointed.

The fat man came up and said directly, "Brother, what's wrong with him? You are holding the bones in your mouth and showing the meat, and you speak half of the words. It makes it very difficult for Tian Zhen and I to deal with it!"

"Yes, brother, just tell me directly. I can accept it." Wu Yu was ready to face the truth. Zhang Qiling would not directly say something he was not brave enough to confirm, because it would usually cause trouble to the listener.

However, sometimes the young man lies to others in order to protect him. As for this "he", he is Wu Mi, Fatty, and Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling, who had listened to the two people's conversation, was probably encouraged. He walked ahead without stopping and casually threw out an explosive piece of information. Although it was not a lie, it was also the truth that could not be verified.

"He is not Lao Yang, nor is he a member of the Zhang family."

Lao Yang, who now lives in a small room, sits on a wooden bench that is neither too big nor too small. His original diligence of wiping the chopsticks with water three times before passing them to Wu Mi has disappeared. He now seems to have no desire to clean up the dishes.

He slowly unscrewed his earring with his left hand. In fact, the ear piercing looked newly pierced and was extremely red. It seemed that it was inflamed due to the climate here. It was a very simple and eye-catching flaw, but no straight man would stare at such a small place, right?

Besides, Wu Di could also justify himself, for example, the ear piercing had grown too tight, so it was reasonable to pierce it again because it was itchy.

But this Lao Yang was indeed as Zhang Qiling said. He was neither the childhood friend of Wu Xie nor the Zhang family member that Zhang Qiling was familiar with. The man touched his earlobe, which was feeling a little uncomfortable, and then he used his index finger and thumb to slowly peel off the human skin mask on his face along the temples. Even Zhang Qiling could not tell the material and degree of completion, which showed that he was very skilled.

Then he stretched himself and stood up to stretch his muscles. At this time, his entire body suddenly rose up. This person was the most unexpected...

"It's me." Yan Bucun interrupted Wu Yu.

The notes are narrated from Hei Xia Zi's main perspective, while the perspective that is missing from the iron triangle in the timeline is told by Wu Yu.

After hearing this, Yan Bucun realized the part he needed to complete. His behavior was like that of a primary school student who knew the answer and raised his hand obediently, asking the teacher to ask him questions.

Wu Yu frowned and looked at Yan Bucun in surprise. Perhaps Wu Yu couldn't believe that he had actually met the other party at that time. That was actually the time when he was closest to the truth.

As long as he took a few more steps, he would be able to spy on the existence of the eleventh sect of the Yan family. Wu Yu secretly regretted why he didn't let Lao Yang catch up at that time? Maybe he was too naive and too easy to fool at that time. Thinking of this, Wu Yu's ears were burning. Facing his past mistakes directly was too shameful.

However, time flies, and Wu Yu no longer has any complaints or bad temper. His personality has been changed to be smoother. He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and asked cautiously, "Then why did you pretend to be Lao Yang and stay there, and who hired you?"

Yan Bucun sighed deeply, glanced at Zhang Qiling who was lost in thought, and said, "That was the seventh year since I escaped from the control of the Wang family. After I left, I found that Yan Xiaonan had been waiting for me to show up. It was him who asked me to pretend to be Lao Yang. In fact, the opposition between him and my uncle Yan Ran was particularly obvious. I was just a chess piece created when needed."

“What chess piece? Haha…” The fat man was still cracking melon seeds, his mouth full of fragrance, but he had just brought a trash can, so he spit very accurately.

It seemed that Yan Buyun was unable to sort out the vastness of this worldview. He paused for a long time before continuing, "I am the child born accidentally by my father and a prostitute. I was only included in the family tree when I was one year old. My uncle is a sickly person. He was born with a disease. After he was born, every doctor said that he would not live past the age of 20."

"What happened next?" Zhang Qiling asked.

No one probably expected that the person asking the questions this time would be Zhang Qiling. Rather than taking heavy notes, Zhang Qiling might prefer someone's oral account. Only someone who has experienced it firsthand can narrate the depth and heaviness of history.

"Later, I became a test subject. I was used by Yan Xiaonan to extend the life of my uncle after he discovered the ultimate. To be more precise, I was just a container for Yan Ran to be resurrected."

Yan Bucun's tone was very flat, as if he was narrating a story belonging to another person. His tone made everyone in the room look different.

After the two young men lost their memories, they did not understand how miserable it must be for people who live their entire lives for others. Wu Yu couldn't help but sigh when he understood the meaning of the sentence, not to mention the fat man who also felt pity and liked Yan Bu Cun. Apart from the two young men, perhaps the only two calm people present were Jie Yuchen and Hei Xia Zi.

As an insider, Hei Xia Zi just raised his eyebrows. He was used to seeing that life and death were determined by fate, so he naturally would not feel sad for an outsider, not to mention that he already knew the subsequent developments. He could not muster much good feelings towards Yan Bucun.

Not to mention Xie Yuchen, who felt that Yan Bucun did not belong to his family. He had been the head of the family since he was eight years old, and he knew very well that human hearts were unpredictable and the world was unpredictable. He was not familiar with the other party, so from his position he naturally could not say any words of comfort.

"You may want to look at my notes again. The rest of the follow-up will be completed by the parties involved... As for me, I feel a little sleepy." Hei Xia Zi yawned as he said this. When he looked up and then down, his gaze was completely on Yan Bucun's face, as if the truth was lying with him.

Small Inch... Small Inch...

In fact, it should be easy to understand.

Perhaps it was because Yan Bucun's remaining soul was not fully mentally capable, and Hei Xiazi's conscience began to hurt from his lies. He felt that Yan Bucun's half soul was very similar to Fu Fu's personality.

It is estimated that when Yan Guangxian, this old fox, lived with them, he just let the two kids' personalities take their own course.

From the most pure and kindhearted to the most innocent,

It really lives up to Yan Guangxian’s name.

However, Zhang Qiling felt uncomfortable having his will suppressed. He just touched the portrait and instantly lost the ability to control his body. Now he had to stand up with difficulty in the dark environment.

Zhang Qiling didn't seem to have thought that Yan Bucun, who was trapped here by him and couldn't see the outside world, would face such a scene.

An endless, limitless nothingness that one can never escape from.

Every time after switching bodies, Zhang Qiling would still see some scattered fragments after waking up to help him complete the picture of what happened outside, but now there is nothing here, only a kind of silence like returning to death.

No matter how hard Zhang Qiling breathed or how hard he beat his chest, he could not prove that he was still there.

So he did not waste any more time on himself, but chose this place, touching here and knocking there. Suddenly, he walked across the ground that was wet to his ankles, and then he saw a faint light in front of him.

Yan Bucun outside seemed to be connected with Zhang Qiling inside, as if the person inside had touched some forbidden area, causing Yan Bucun to groan involuntarily, and making Hei Xiazi, who was leaning on him, think that he had poked him somewhere.

"What's wrong? Why are you humming so..." Hei Xia Zi almost said the word "涩".

Yan Bucun seemed to refuse to answer, "It's okay."

Zhang Qiling naturally could not hear Yan Bucun's voice. He felt that he was wrapped in a kind of coldness that was corroding from the outside world. The cold wind made his bones tremble. He squinted his eyes to focus, and saw a crying little figure in the center of the light. The back was as thin as a piece of dry firewood, and the coat supported by the skeleton was empty as if it was leaking air.

Zhang Qiling finally saw the environment clearly, how could he bear to give up this opportunity? He walked forward stubbornly against the cold wind. When the little man squatted down, he was very small and weak, and his shoulders twitched when he cried. Zhang Qiling, who was not very good at coaxing children, stretched out his hand, but found that his fingertips pierced the other person's body...

Is it the magnetic field again? Thinking this way, Zhang Qiling stroked the crying child's hair. Even though he couldn't touch it, the emotional perception always made him feel that there was something missing in his heart.

"Uncle... I don't want to call you grandpa anymore... I also don't want to ask Brother Qi to extend my life. I... I don't want to trouble anyone. I can live well on my own." The voice was mixed with tears and seemed too childish. Zhang Qiling could only judge the child's age based on the skeleton of a three-year-old and infer the gender of the child, which was a boy.

No one was talking to the child, or Zhang Qiling could not hear. All he could hear was the child's illogical description, "I have grown up... I can do it. I don't need my uncle to sacrifice so much for me. I know... my uncle is the best person to me... But Brother Qi also needs to go home... He can't stay here. Can you let him go?"

The child's pleading did not seem to win the approval of the parent, and he cried even harder. Zhang Qiling could not clearly tell which generation of Zhang family head who was captured was the 'Brother Qi' the child was talking about, but the child himself looked quite kind and cute.

After observing carefully for a long time, Zhang Qiling finally recognized the child as Xiao Cun from his blood-stained face. He couldn't help but wonder what timeline this was, and why this child was growing so slowly?

Zhang Qiling had a lot of questions, but he couldn't grab this untouchable little guy and use threats or bribes. He could only wait quietly until Xiaocun got tired of crying and continued to listen to him talk.

"Uncle... can we leave here now? Really! What about Brother Qi?" He was undisguised in his childish voice, but it seemed that he was rejected again, and he pouted his lips in grievance, "Okay... Uncle, do you think I have to do that before I can leave... What is soul cleansing?"