Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

After Yan Guangxian wiped his hands, he did not see Hei Xia Zi taking Yan Bu Cun away. He sighed deeply and walked towards the two of them.

Then his eyes fell on Hei Xia Zi, who was standing in a sloppy and untidy posture. Yan Guangxian rarely felt that he had just praised someone for being smart, but now he thought that person was stupid. He was too fickle.

"Xiao Cun, be obedient and follow me." Yan Guangshan, a man as hard as ice, now spoke in a frighteningly soft tone.

Hei Xia Zi thought that there was some hidden relationship between the grandfather and grandson, and it was obvious that his smile was a bit impure. However, Yan Guangxian took advantage of his height advantage and hit Hei Xia Zi on the head, but the force was not strong enough and Hei Xia Zi cried out in pain.

I don’t know if Xiaocun had some childhood trauma, but he acted like a good boy in front of Yan Guangshan, but at this moment he resolutely used his hammer hands to pull Heixiazi’s pants.

When he realized he couldn't catch him, he used his arms to hug Hei Xia Zi's long legs, showing that he was determined not to leave. "Grandpa, I can listen to you in everything, but I...I don't want to go through that again."

With Xiaocun's actions, the word "Master" sounded more like he was calling Hei Xiazi.

Hei Xia Zi was pulling his belt down by the other party. The guy was like a dog-skin plaster and no matter how he swung his legs he couldn't shake the guy off. He felt like his back teeth were about to be broken by this kid who was trying to make a living as a relative of his.

"Grandpa knows. Grandpa promises you, speak nicely and take your dog paws away!" Hei Xia Zi couldn't be hit or cursed. What if Zhang Qiling heard it? Wouldn't that affect his impression in Qiqi's heart? !

But Hei Xia Zi was really overthinking. Zhang Qiling could not hear anything happening outside. Now the situation on Zhang Qiling's side had already reached the stage of some soul cleansing ritual.

It seems that all operations in this entire space are controlled by Xiao Cun. Zhang Qiling stared blankly at the thin child floating at his waist and lying flat on his back. His hands were hanging with five slender, white and clean fingers. Zhang Qiling in this space might be in a spiritual state, so the physical injuries would not be visible.

Zhang Qiling thought that there should be a container under Xiaocun, but apart from Xiaocun, the main character, such possibly unimportant items were automatically omitted by the space.

Xiao Cun was in a coma now. He had no idea that his back seemed to be propped up by something. Zhang Qiling was unable to observe it either. He could only squat down and look carefully at Xiao Cun's bottom. A small hole was torn in the flesh. He probed in from the spine, stretching out layers of muscle, and finally reached...

heart.

Some people say that only when the heart stops can the human soul be separated, and the brain is only the storage device of this life, while the heart is the CPU, which is the core of your soul.

This kind of strange and absurd knowledge had never appeared in Zhang Qiling's mind. He could only stare intently at this ancient witchcraft. It seemed that that thing could not take away Xiaocun's heart, because a person could not live without an organ.

The so-called cleansing of the soul sounds more like taking out the soul like clothes. Some people simply roll it in clean water to remove impurities, while others rub it with their hands to remove stubborn stains.

And that thing did just that. It pulled out a thin silk thread from Xiaocun's heart. The thread was bright red, and it was not known whether it was stained with blood or something else. It looked quite nice. However, Zhang Qiling recognized at a glance that this was clearly the guide line that only appeared in the red jade bead.

Could it be that the appearance of the line was never a means to lure Zhang Qiling into the game, but...

The fat man was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently. He was very tired from climbing the hill in this uneven terrain. Now he fell to the ground with his hands on his already emaciated belly. He couldn't get up even if he tried.

Wu Yu's eyes were all black as he lay on the ground, looking tired, helpless and bewildered. In his left hand he still held the "Lao Yang" notebook given by Yan Bucun, but Wu Yu no longer had the energy to look at the route above.

Lao Yang is fake, the route may also be fake, no matter how you look at it, you can't see any difference, right?

According to the direction Zhang Qiling pointed, the three of them had already walked to the last house in the village. Here, apart from the sound of each other's breathing, the air was eerily quiet. And if they took a few more steps forward, they would enter the mountains.

Zhang Qiling didn't want to explain. His back was pressed against a tree trunk that wasn't very high. At this moment, he suddenly recalled the human-faced tree that had been burned to charcoal...

Judging from its towering branches, the tree must have been extremely beautiful in its heyday.

The splicing of the two perspectives of Hei Xia Zi, Zhang Qiling and the Iron Triangle made Wu Xie quickly realize that the story line of the magnetic field image he saw was after Hei Xia Zi and his group.

The real beginning was when Yan Xiaonan set fire to the human-faced tree and hunted down Yan Ran (Yan Guangshan). Just as Yan Buchun said, their people did follow Yan Guangshan, who changed his name, and hid in a place, but Yan Buchun could not remember much about that place. However, this kind of forgetfulness was not because the time was too long from now.

Wu Yu realized this speculation and asked without hesitation, "So, what the little brother, the fat man and I saw happened after you entered?"

"Almost. After that, I went through a soul cleansing ceremony, and my body functions were severely damaged. I had no choice but to be taken to the ground by my uncle to recuperate. After that, Sister Yao and Brother Yang began to instigate the tribesmen behind my back, preparing to betray my uncle, to create a new sect and establish a new order. But who could have thought..." Yan Bushun's eyes froze, and the sadness in them gradually became uncontrollable like the gushing blood.

Yan Buchu calmly spoke again, "It's like an egg hitting a stone after all. They can't beat my uncle."

At this moment, Wu Yu was trying hard to digest all the information. Everyone present realized that what Wu Yu, Fatty, and the young man saw was just the disintegration of the Yan family after Yan Guangxian fled and Yan Xiaonan was killed by Tianci, who knows how many light years had passed.

These two events were presented to Hei Xia Zi, Zhang Qiling, the Iron Triangle and others who were present at the time because of inexplicable and unconvincing reasons. The timeline was almost chaotic and disorderly, but the narration from beginning to end was exceptionally clear.

"What about in the middle? What happened in the middle?" the fat man asked anxiously. He really couldn't eat the melon seeds in his hand with peace of mind. Everything was leading to the absolutely jaw-dropping and curious answer.

But Yan Bucun looked at everyone's inquiring eyes, but pursed his lips and said nothing. But he was probably afraid that everyone would blame him. Fortunately, Zhang Qiling pinched his palm at this time and looked at him with a firm gaze, as if giving some reassuring signal.

I must have been bewitched, absolutely.

With Zhang Qiling's comfort, Yan Buyun mustered up the courage to speak out, "I can only remember clearly what happened before I entered the door. As for the process in between... I don't have any memory at all, not even a single bit."

Even though he said that, no one could force him to remember. Perhaps even Yan Bucun didn't know how important the memory he had forgotten was.

Suddenly, a pair of hands attached to the body of Xiao Cun when he was a child. The index finger and middle finger were extremely long... Fa Qiu fingers. Zhang Qiling looked at this strange scene with his face becoming more and more heavy. The reason was that the owner of the hand was actually himself.

The person who walked out from the darkness and faced Zhang Qiling was another "Zhang Qiling". His clothes were badly torn and his body was covered in undried blood. There was a hole as big as a bowl on his chest, which was very horrifying. However, this "Zhang Qiling" seemed to be used to pain, as there was no sign of pain on his face.

Could it be...my past self?

Until "Zhang Qiling" suddenly got into a fight with someone, and now Zhang Qiling rushed over to break up the fight, but passed through the opponent's body without any obstruction.

Zhang Qiling was left standing there in a daze.

There was no sound of swords clashing, only an all-round hand-to-hand combat against "Zhang Qiling". Although that "Zhang Qiling" was covered in wounds, he was still not inferior when fighting against that strange creature.

However, "Zhang Qiling", who was so embarrassed that he didn't even think about his physical condition, looked more like he was making a last-ditch effort before death.

For whom?

Zhang Qiling carefully watched the battle between his past self and the unknown creatures. In the process, "Zhang Qiling" more or less broke many red lines extending from Xiaocun's heart.

It turned out to be for Xiao Cun.

Zhang Qiling listened to the crisp sound of wheels falling all over the ground and saw many red jade beads flowing out from Xiaocun's wound. The child was now like a machine that produced treasures continuously.

He subconsciously reached into his pocket and took out the ruby ​​bead, only to discover that his ruby ​​bead was exactly the same as the one on the ground in terms of luster, size and fullness. Could it be that these were not completely Heluo fish eggs?

After realizing this, Zhang Qiling finally figured something out, but at the same time, he was squeezed out by a powerful thrust.

That's the soul!

The red jade bead is the soul of Yan Bucun!!!

This was the only thought in Zhang Qiling's mind, but it completely disappeared when he gradually regained control of his body.