Tomb Raider: As a cannon fodder, I started to play badly

"Jueyinshu point." Bai Ran said calmly to the location where Wuxie was in his memory.

Zhang Qilin and the others could only watch it all happen and were unable to react at all. He could only watch Bai Ran rashly touch the mark. Then Bai Ran looked back at them blankly, as if he had seen something. He seemed to have discovered something and immediately closed his eyes, frowned slightly, threw out his weapon, the machete, quickly took a step back, and shouted at them.

From the perspective of Wuxie and the others, a red mark began to gradually emerge between Bai Ran's brows. As time passed, the mark became clearer and clearer. They realized that the mark was the mark between the brows of the man lying there. The eye became clearer and clearer, looking at Bai Ran through his forehead. The red color was eerie and it was so clear for the first time.

When Bai Ran said those words, Wu Xie and the others immediately reacted and looked at Bai Ran nervously, somewhat surprised. They believed in Bai Ran because of their familiar feelings, but Bai Ran knew nothing about it. His feelings for them were all based on the protective desire that seemed destined by heaven. Now, he even told them his lifeblood so simply and without hesitation.

Gradually, the mark began to change, becoming deeper and deeper, and even a protruding mark appeared. The eye seemed to come alive, and blood slowly flowed down, and the eyeball began to move.

Wu Xie was stunned, watching the eye slightly closed, as if examining the person in front of him. Bai Ran seemed to sense something, and opened his own eyes. His pupils also turned red, and the whites of his eyes also turned light red, whether it was bloodshot or for other reasons. If you don't look closely from a distance, you can't tell if the three eyes are the same. The same, weird.

"Bai Ran?" Seeing that Bai Ran had not moved for a long time, Wuxie asked tentatively.

Bai Ran turned his head and looked at Wu Xie, as if wondering why this person was calling his name. "Wu Xie." Bai Ran's voice became a little hoarse, but if you listen carefully, you can still hear clearly what he is calling.

"Brother Bai Ran, how do you feel now?" Fatty Wang asked.

"Fatty Wang? I'm fine. I just can't see you now. In front of me are countless virtual entities similar to those carved on the wall." Bai Ran pursed his lips and said to them, "You guys step back a little. I'm not sure yet. I'm going to try and see if this is related to the coffin."

"Why did you touch it rashly just now?" Zhang Qilin's cold voice sounded, and Bai Ran, who had been listening to Zhang Qilin and the others, was stunned. He lowered his head with a guilty conscience and said, "Maybe I was bewitched. This was the only thought I had at the time, nothing else."

This answer was expected, yet unexpected. Wu Xie looked at Bai Ran who had been hit, and felt guilty. What was more, he was worried about Bai Ran's condition. He touched his paper crane jade pendant and prayed subconsciously. This was his subconscious action every time he encountered a big event, because he believed in his heart that the things represented by the paper cranes would definitely protect him, and the paper cranes had never let him down.

"Hurry up and retreat." Bai Ran urged, as if there had been no movement for a long time. Wu Xie and the others looked at Bai Ran who was insisting and had to retreat a few steps. According to the information integrated from the voice, Bai Ran reached a certain safe distance, and then he walked towards the coffin in the direction he remembered with confidence.

Every time Bai Ran took a step closer to the coffin, the coffin became more attractive to him. It seemed that only this coffin was his final destination. This coffin should have belonged to him, not that young boy.

Or maybe, that young man was not him?