Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

The coiled dragon on the pillar roared, as if it had really torn all its faces with the scaly pseudo-dragon, shaking the entire underground.

Yan Xiaonan on the ground had difficulty keeping his footing because of the earthquake. He leaned his bone crutch on the ground and bent down at an unimaginable angle to avoid a cane that was coming towards him.

The green vines that hit the ground quickly stripped off their camouflage. Its head was like a snake, its mouth had sharp teeth, and its abdomen had octopus suction cups. When it squirmed, you could see the sticky liquid overflowing from under its scales.

Yan Xiaonan narrowed his single red eye, trying to determine what this thing was. Unfortunately, after looking through all the bizarre people and objects stored in his head for thousands of years, he was unable to give an accurate conclusion about this chimera.

Until the continuous twitching of the vines and the falling of the crows circling overhead attacked him together, Yan Xiaonan could only speed up his pace, limping, and desperately pushing forward with the bone stick, almost doing a standard pole jumping action.

At this moment, the crisis kept coming, and the tree behind Yan Xiaonan, which was originally fixed, began to rise from the ground, just like the running ginseng mentioned in folk legends. It used its thick and long roots, like a snarling octopus, to clumsily and stubbornly follow the tiny Yan Xiaonan.

Such turmoil soon attracted everyone's attention underground.

Originally, Zhang Qiling had been watching Yan Bucun's actions, waiting for orders from the machine room, but he suddenly heard some noise, causing him to suddenly raise his head and look at the stone surface above his head. It seemed that the structure of the tomb had been destroyed due to a collapse somewhere on the upper level, causing the ceiling to be stretched to its limit and even cracked into spider-web-like patterns!

"Shit, are all the corpse-bugs up there gathered together?!" The fat man didn't have as sensitive ears as Zhang Qiling, so he followed his gaze and looked up. When he realized that the ceiling was about to fall, he didn't even have time to show surprise, and shouted, "It's not going to collapse!"

Yan Bugun, who was still entangled with the body of the pseudo-dragon, paused slightly at this moment. Then, when he realized that this underground tomb would really collapse, he immediately accelerated his movements and ran faster.

The pseudo-dragon was almost regarded as a central point, and he was the one who controlled the force, the caliper rod that was about to pull the gyroscope.

So, at this moment, Yan Bucun stopped and used his centrifugal force to throw the pseudo-dragon hard against the wall, and let it drag its remains around the pillars.

After temporarily making the fake dragon lose its mobility, Yan Buyun ran in the opposite direction of the crowd, his posture was very twisted, like an alienated zombie, and his waist was bent backwards with almost every step he took. But he still insisted on speaking out his guesses, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to explain them in time, "There must be something wrong with Yan Xiaonan! Everyone, find the secret door quickly!!!"

After he finished speaking, just as everyone moved, they saw Yan Bucun, as if he was risking his life, slamming into the wall with his obviously abnormal body.

Fortunately, Zhang Qiling was quick to pull him away, thus saving him from danger. However, it was this pull that caused the red rope around Yan Bucun's waist to break instantly, and even his glasses flew out.

Isn’t this a fatal mistake made by Zhang Qiling in his eagerness to save people!

But...

Zhang Qiling hugged Yan Bucun and turned him over with his back facing him. His fingertips were now sliding down Yan Bucun's spine little by little. When they finally stopped at the other's tailbone, his hand suddenly stopped.

Zhang Qiling, who was usually the calmest man, was filled with extreme panic that had never been seen before when he discovered Yan Bucun's wound. Then, he quickly turned his gaze to Huo Daof and Qingru, like a child facing the fear of death for the first time.

"It's broken... I know." Yan Bucun turned over with the help of Zhang Qiling's arm and propped up his back. He first looked at the wall, then looked at Zhang Qiling guiltily. His voice was so soft as if he would fall asleep in the next second, "I can't... I can't see the structure behind the wall now. I didn't... I didn't hit the wall on purpose. I just didn't have time."

Yan Bucun was afraid that he was too incompetent.

But Zhang Qiling didn't care about these things at all. After hearing this, he immediately threw his backpack down and carried Yan Bucun on his back. Huo Daofu and Qingru, who had been keeping his head down, walked over at the same time.

The others were working diligently to find the secret door. Wu Yu did not have the insight of the young man, nor did he have the ability to locate the door by sound like Hei Xia Zi. They could only work with Jie Yuchen and the fat man to punch the wall little by little to listen to the hollow echo. Unfortunately, what they hit was solid. In terms of luck, they were far behind everyone else.

"I can't see the red lines in your mouth." Huo Dafu touched Yan Bucun's tailbone, "but I can be sure that he has broken all the bones in the lower part of his spine. We can still get emergency treatment outside now, but we also need to see a doctor immediately. The medical conditions in our car cannot perform surgery."

Zhang Qiling nodded, but Qingru, who had been looking at Yan Bucun, did not say anything. Of course, Zhang Qiling did not want to wait.

During the half minute of their conversation, the sand finally broke through the stone wall and flowed down in small strips like rain, mixed with some confused and randomly crawling corpse-bugs.

"Found the door!" Hei Xia Zi shouted, and then kicked the west wall. At this time, Fatty heard it and threw a row of detonators over at the right time.

Even though he couldn't see, Hei Xia Zi's action of catching it was very smooth. The young man gave him a hand and fixed the detonator.

As the first explosion sounded after the detonator was set, the sand above his head fell down instantly like an iron plate that was suddenly chiseled open, shaking the ground. Before the pseudo-dragon could find all his scales to reconstruct his body, he was hammered into the floor tiles by the merciless earth.

Then, Panlong, who was fixed by the pillar, howled angrily, as if accusing himself of losing the life he had just obtained. The roar was harsh and unpleasant to the ears.

Everyone hurried into the secret door. Zhang Qiling kept running forward with Yan Bucun, who was about to lose consciousness, on his back. In the dark corridor, besides the fear of the unknown, everyone was afraid to stop. Every step they took gave Yan Bucun a greater hope of being rescued.

Until, there was another loud bang, and everything behind them was covered by the ruthless sand, stones and soil. Even the big tree that had broken away from the ground lost its target person.

Yan Xiaonan was now hiding in a naturally formed cave behind a high mountain. He leaned against the wall exhausted and just rested for a while when he suddenly heard the bats in the depths of the cave flapping their wings and flying out.

They surged straight up into the azure blue sky outside, completely going against their habit of preferring darkness and fearing light.

Yan Xiaonan concentrated his attention and stared at them flying around. If the circling crows in front were reminding him of the enlargement of this group of monsters, then the strange behavior of the bats was also warning him of something.

He watched them form an ancient script,

--born.

Afterwards, the word "life" was cut off by the branches and vines of the big tree, and the blood of the bats and the crows fell together. Only the remaining part was tremblingly arranged into the word "death".

It was as if the guy behind the door was interfering with everyone's original life trajectory. Yan Xiaonan turned around unwillingly and squeezed his shrimp-like eyes. From the dark cave, he saw the concrete magnetic field vibrations floating out. Suddenly, it seemed as if it was smoothed out by something, and gradually, slowly, it stopped.

The movement of the trees and all living things suddenly stopped.

The things it created are fighting against the monsters it created!

Zhang Qiling, who was under the ground, was holding a bell in his mouth, shaking it madly according to his pace, avoiding the endless stream of bloody corpses that popped out from nowhere in the corridor.

The blood corpse, affected by the magnetic field of the bronze mother bell, suddenly stopped grinding its teeth. Its bloody mouth seemed to be dislocated and couldn't close for a moment. Even its body movements became stiff.

They would even fall to the ground after running only two steps, which scared the fat man so much that he jumped up while holding Wu Yu.