Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

When Fatty and Zhang Qiling fell down, Yan Bucun sorted out his restless mood. He sorted out the eggs that had fallen down, disinfected the wound and covered it with a Band-Aid, then turned around and asked Hei Xiazi, "You have been here before, so which way did you enter from last time, and which exit did you come out from?"

Hei Xia Zi did not answer him immediately, probably because he lowered his head, and the light emitted by the eggs here made his eyes sick. He relaxed for a long time, but still felt uncomfortable. He put his hand behind his sunglasses and rubbed it for a long time before speaking.

"I thought you wouldn't ask these questions." Hei Xiazi saw that he had realized that this magic city was no longer the same as it was in the past, so he came to ask him questions. So, he continued to smile, rubbed the corners of his eyes that were overflowing with physiological tears, and answered as much as possible without feeling uncomfortable, "I looked at the Feng Shui here, and they told me that there will be an undercurrent like a dragon's tail in the south, but in the past few days, I saw you holding the map all the time, and I thought you knew all the routes and chose the best solution, so I didn't mention the route I took at that time."

"Sorry, this is actually my problem." Yan Bucun pursed his lips and smiled, "I do know this place, but I only restored part of it based on my past memories."

Yan Bucun took out the map, and everyone had already landed. At this time, Zhang Qiling came over and stared at the intricate drawing, but who knew that the person who drew it would give everyone an inexplicable blow.

"My memory is not complete, it's just the tip of the iceberg, but something happened just now, and I learned a more complete part from an old friend." When Yan Bucun said this, he curled the corners of his lips, as if he had really had a conversation with the so-called old friend.

The fat man obviously saw Yan Bucun's emotional fluctuations. Although he couldn't understand who his old friend of the supernatural was, he was willing to respect the other party's words.

Brothers don't have to get to the bottom of things. Sometimes, supporting each other, being firm with each other, leaving each other some space, and stepping back with dignity are all for the sake of maintaining some kind of truth.

So, the fat man patted Yan Bucun on the shoulder, not minding his wild imagination at all, "Then let's follow your map! Hei Ye has explored it once, and, Comrade Bucun, you have the help of old friends. Isn't it true that more firewood means higher flames, and more people means greater strength!"

"Fatty, what you said this time is really reliable. You are worthy of my true teachings!" Hei Xia Zi had recovered at this time and immediately interrupted. Even though he did not teach Fatty any art of speaking, it was obvious that he was a teacher who was willing to take credit for himself.

Although, none of his students failed his subjects...

Wu Yu looked at Hei Xia Zi and Fatty, who were calling each other brothers and attacking Yan Bucun from both sides, almost suffocating him to death, so he quickly unfastened the buckle and broke up the two people's extremely entangled embrace.

"Stop being as sticky as bubble gum!" Wu Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it obviously woke up the two enthusiastic people.

The fat man looked at Hei Xia Zi and squinted his eyes, pretending to be innocent and knowing nothing. However, the affectionate atmosphere before was still made a little weird by Wu Yi's words.

Until, Huo Dafu snorted coldly and walked past them, looking like he was going to take an egg shell for research.

At the same time, his light words instantly broke through the embarrassment that everyone was afraid to reveal, "If I didn't know, I would have thought you were in love."

This made the fat man blush for a while, but it was obvious that he was more angry. He raised his hand and pointed at Hei Xia Zi arrogantly, "How can I like him? Huo Dafu, are you sick?"

"Oh, I'm sick, do you have medicine?" Huo Dafu is not a person who will suffer losses.

Hei Xia Zi spread his hands and said, "If you really want to fall in love with me, it shouldn't be that hard to talk about."

At this time, after Huo Daof picked up the empty egg shells and put them into a sealed bag, he walked towards Yan Bucun and casually threw a box of unknown things to him.

It was in a small iron box and looked crudely made, but when Yan Bucun opened it, he knew what was inside. It was a homemade plaster. The abnormal feeling on his chest these days could not be hidden from a professional doctor.

Seeing Yan Bucun's dazed look, Huo Daof suddenly laughed, but in the fat man's eyes, it seemed that Yan Bucun was really mentally ill, so he didn't dare to continue to argue!

But Zhang Qiling, who was not in the fight, had been observing his surroundings. He could smell the blood in the air, diluted in the salty air like the sea. He accurately captured the unusual smell.

But after looking at the entire coffin room, he found that it seemed to be just a petri dish. He couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Yan Bucun was injured? Thinking of this, Zhang Qiling turned his head and looked at the young man. The young man seemed to see his doubts, but just nodded slightly and moved sideways to leave some space for Zhang Qiling.

There were quite a lot of people in this operation, eight in total, all men, which made the space very narrow. Zhang Qiling nodded to the young man with a hint of gratitude before squeezing past him.

He just took a look from outside the crowd just now, but when Zhang Qiling came in front of Yan Bucun, he knew the source of the bloody smell.

Yan Bucun had a strong Band-Aid on his index finger on the side of his leg. It was obviously something he had only had during this period. The eggs around him were flashing in a commotion like they were courting each other, and his face turned pale again, which made Zhang Qiling more aware of what he had done.

Feed this group of so-called old friends?

"Map." Zhang Qiling would not let Yan Bucun take risks again. After all, this man was his benefactor. Although he thought so subconsciously, this strong family was so happy at this moment that he did not want to lose any of the people he cherished.

Yan Bucun handed over the map in his hand. For some reason, this simple action made him feel flattered, as if Zhang Qiling talking to him was a grace. He even handed over the hard paper with both hands. "I can't guarantee that the map is completely useful. Now this is a place I have never been to, but they just told me that there are other ways to go. Compared to the map, I hope that you trust my brain more."

The implication is, in simple terms,

I hope you believe in me.

Zhang Qiling's hand paused for a moment, then he rolled up the cardboard-like paper with great difficulty, causing Yan Xiaonan, who had been unhappy about being poked in the waist, to snort.

"Let's go." Zhang Qiling supported Yan Bucun's idea. His actions clearly showed that he didn't need the map.

When Yan Bucun heard this, his ears turned red. He didn't dare to look directly at Zhang Qiling. The old monster who had lived for so long now had a muffled voice, like a young and innocent boy, "Okay."

He stammered for so long and finally uttered only this one word. The more he talked with Zhang Qiling, the more he couldn't control his heart that wanted to survive because of love.

But obviously, this love won't give him everything he wants.

Since it has no effect on me,

It's better to bury it deep in my heart...

Yan Bucun led everyone through the swaying group of eggs and stopped in front of a wall. Countless eggs that were saved by his blood were still beating and flickering. He gently pushed them aside with his fingertips and then saw a tiny hole.

His red line reached in, and outside the petri dish room where the soul eggs were supposedly nurtured, he fiddled with the mechanism at will. The sound of grinding teeth continued to ring out, and fresh blood flowed out through the dense holes on the wall that were invisible to the naked eye, accompanied by the unwilling hissing of snakes.

It seems that compared to the tiny amount of food that Yan Busun has, the current reserve food can obviously satisfy the appetite of the egg group better.

Then, all the eggs that received nourishment began to wriggle, but they only regained vitality. They did not seem to have the ability to break through the eggshell. It was like they were in the mother's womb, and constant kicking still could not speed up the production.

Yan Bucun's line rushed forward until it finally sensed the key mechanism, then it pressed it with a click. The rapid rotation of the gears finally stopped, and even the surging blood solidified after the last drop sank into the groove.

After the groove had enough blood, it suddenly sank. After Zhang Qiling and the young man looked at each other again, they understood each other's thoughts. They pulled Wu Mi and the fat man together, and left the rest to Hei Xia Zi. Everyone huddled together like little animals huddled together to keep warm or avoid danger.

Until all the grooves on the four sides disappeared, leaving only the square platform under his feet, Yan Bucun's red line was completely retracted.

And his step back caused the entire ground to begin to tilt.

Everyone understood the mechanism instantly, and stood on the four sides with their weight distributed reasonably. Yan Bucun just stood there calmly, not moving closer to any side. No one knew what was hidden in his eyes behind the lenses, but when he raised his head, he would only stare at Zhang Qiling wholeheartedly.

"Aqi, believe me." Zhang Qiling always felt that he had heard Yan Bucun's words somewhere before, and this scene seemed to be trying to revive something that had been forgotten.

Zhang Qiling felt a tingling sensation in his head, like the numbness left by some electric current running through it.

He struggled to raise his eyes, and after seeing Yan Bucun's location clearly, he nodded at him, indicating that he had heard his words clearly.

Yan Bucun saw his action, so his smile became even gentler, but the words he said shocked everyone again and again, "Dance."

Before Zhang Qiling could figure out what he meant, the man turned around and leaped into the bottomless darkness. His white coat looked like a moth about to flap its wings.

He was just heading towards an area he thought was safe. He was confident in dealing with this kind of thing. He only dared to say this after confirming that there was no danger underground...

While Wu Mi was trying to dissuade him, Zhang Qiling unknowingly and subconsciously found a bunch of excuses to make amends for Yan Bucun.

Perhaps, because he is Yan Bucun, he has never regretted once he has made up his mind. This kind of stubbornness makes her trust him without hesitation.

Zhang Qiling felt the pull and turned to look at Wu Yu who was holding the corner of his clothes. He gently pinched Wu Yu's shoulder, signaling him to rest assured.

Yan Xiaonan, who had been ignored from beginning to end, resolutely stepped into the air while holding his crutches when Yan Bucun gave the order to jump.

His figure disappeared quickly, as if it was wiped out by time. Xie Yuchen frowned as he looked at the man who disappeared in a short while and felt it was very troublesome.

"Do you really believe him?" Wu Yu tightly grasped the corner of Zhang Qiling's clothes, looked at him as if he was about to jump, and asked this question for no reason.

Wu Yu didn't know what was wrong with him. He had always been nice to Yan Bucun on the ground, but after coming down, he felt that he had lost control of his mouth. As soon as Yan Bucun left, his words became so harsh, as if Yan Bucun was not trustworthy and he was also a gossipy woman who loved to tell tales.

But Zhang Qiling just stared at Wu Yu and did not refute first. His deep eyes were now filled with a look of surprise, which was probably the reaction of understanding something.

Finally, his gaze moved down and stopped at Wu Yu's neck, hesitating for a moment.

"Believe." His voice was not light.

Wu Yu assured that this was the first time he heard such a firm answer from Zhang Qiling.

However, Zhang Qiling felt that, perhaps, compared to the bell that controlled Wu Yu in past events, he would trust Yan Bucun's judgment more, which brought him the truth.

But Zhang Qiling also knew that these words were not what Wu Yu really meant. He was just sick and something was affecting him.

Most of what Wu Yu said below cannot be trusted.