Tomb Raider Bronze Door Twins

"Shut up." Yan Bucun used his red thread to pierce the skull of the person in front of him from the mouth.

But crying, cursing, begging for mercy...

Countless voices surrounded him completely.

The dirty muddy water turned scarlet. Yan Bucun tried hard to suppress his desire to kill and wanted to get rid of the resentment of being used like that.

But it's no use, the sins of these people are just there.

"Why do you have to disturb me? Why do you have to hurt innocent people? Why, why don't you just wait for death quietly!" Yan Bucun's spirit was close to collapse.

In the huge cave, the red lines tangled like spider webs wrapped up his people one by one, as if they had intensive phobia.

Yan Bucun looked at the blood on his hands, as if he saw Fu Fu again, who had died in his arms and was eaten alive.

But when he looked up, he saw that the group of people who had cheered and escaped from the abyss with him had returned to their original state.

In order to survive, these people advocated Yan Guangshan's theory.

They exclude themselves, fear themselves, and humiliate themselves.

But when you leave the red copper door with me, I will be grateful with tears in my eyes.

But now, just like countless times before, he puts on an ugly mask for his own benefit.

They used moral kidnapping to force me to surrender, and wanted me to use my blood to help these hundreds of people, and do the same thing as Zhang Qiling had done in the past.

"I was forced to do it! Xiao Cun, I've watched you grow up, how could I possibly use your savior to deceive you!" The man closest to Yan Bu Cun actually wanted to play the emotional card.

Yan Bucun turned his gaze towards him, his voice extremely cold, "Who forced you to do that? Can you tell me yourself?"

The man's expression instantly turned serious. He turned his head in one direction and began to lie without any guilt. "It's Menzi! Your distant cousin said so!"

"It wasn't me!" Menzi immediately denied it, moving like a wriggling maggot as if to prove his innocence. "He's lying. It was clearly him who came up with it, and he's trying to put the blame on me!"

More and more people noticed that Yan Bucun actually had the patience to listen to everyone, so they began to talk to each other and pass the buck to the person who spoke first.

"It's him! Believe it or not, we did nothing wrong. We were just confused for a moment!" The woman who had spat on herself argued with a distorted face.

The man who cursed himself as a monster in private called Xiao Cun affectionately, "Yes! Xiao Cun, your uncle took care of you when you were little. We are all innocent. If we hadn't been deceived, how could we come to you for blood, let alone touch your friend!"

The man, who was being besieged and used as an outlet for his anger, also tried to explain fiercely, but he didn't really realize the problem. "Xiao Cun, don't listen to them. These people just want to harm you. I'm the only one who treats you well..."

His suffocated heart kept beating, and anger and hatred surged in Yan Bucun's mind.

He frowned and closed his eyes, not wanting to listen.

But the sounds coming from all directions didn't seem to stop.

There are many things that he wants to express, hypocritical blaming, fearful pleading, painful groans, but not a single one is sincere.

It's just that the whip is now hitting them, and blood is flowing out of the wounds, making these people feel pain.

But this is far less than one ten-thousandth of what I had back then.

Yan Bucun opened his eyes and repeated what they had said, "I am a monster and I have no relatives."

The red line on his fingertips quickly exploded the head of the man who spoke first, followed by Menzi, and then those who were trying to pass the blame.

The blood turned into mist, tearing apart all the dark sides of humanity like fireworks.

Yan Buchun's heart was numb. From the joy of rescuing them to ending it with his own hands, it was as if he had created a huge joke, making him realize today how stupid he was.

As the sounds of quarreling gradually died down, weeping crocodile tears fell again along with the blood of those dead people.

It mixed into the dirty mud and water and fell on the face of Yan Bucun who was right below.

He clearly saw their eyes through those equally turbid souls.

Angry, unwilling, fearful...

——Just like before.

"Yanbu Cun."

Until, suddenly someone called his name.

Yan Bucun wiped the blood off his face and turned around expressionlessly.

The god he thought about day and night was standing at the entrance of the cave, shining the light in his hand on himself.

At this moment, he was no longer surrounded by the wailing of his tribesmen. He could hear his own tears falling uncontrollably.

Yan Bucun couldn't control himself, nor could he control his numb heart, which was surging with shame like a flood.

He walked closer step by step, raised his head from the pool of blood, and looked at Zhang Qiling gently with his murderous eyes.

"Aqi, don't be afraid of me."

Yan Bucun, who was usually decisive and ruthless, showed a hint of fragility that he couldn't hide no matter how hard he tried.

Wu Yu and others who noticed the subtle emotion did not say anything.

As for Zhang Qiling, he simply leaned over, hugged him like a god loving his believers, patted his back, and repeated the promise Yan Bucun had made.

After Zhang Qiling finished speaking, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you home."

Yan Bucun cried even harder, as if all his childhood wishes had finally been fulfilled, or as if a pain that had been suppressed for thousands of years finally found its way open by Zhang Qiling's hands.

There were no more corpses in his arms, and the stench of human decay was no longer around him.

Yan Bucun hung on Zhang Qiling who was high up in a humble manner.

He felt the other person's warmth and coolness and smelled the refreshing scent of soapberry.

And finally, in this mercy given by God, I found my own home again.

After a week of travel, Yan Bucun was brought back to Yu Village.

No one asked what happened to Yan Bucun. Everyone knew that he had severed all the causes and effects of the past.

But when Wu Yu wanted to show concern for the thousandth time, he found that Yan Bucun was in a very normal state. He was still silently accompanying Zhang Qiling, feeling extremely satisfied with the fact that they were just family members.

This person wants too much simplicity.

Wu Yu helped the young man spread chicken feed, thinking silently.

Perhaps a thousand years ago, all Yan Bucun wanted was respect.

But now, he respected and admired Zhang Qiling, and gave her all the things and love that he lacked and wanted, but he still felt it was not enough.

What he wanted, he gave...

Perhaps it is something that Wu Xie will never be able to understand, including his persistence and perseverance towards Zhang Qiling.

But Wu Yu never doubted Yan Bucun's sincerity.

And Wu Yu would never say those words of dissuasion and giving up again.

Because Yan Buchun's loyalty is witnessed by the sun and the moon, that is enough.

He will treat Zhang Qiling better than anyone else.