Tomb Raiders: Evacuate the Bronze Door

Chapter 98 Entering the Bronze Dragon Scale Hole (Subscribe)
Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly.

When the black paper lanterns fell down the pit and ignited just now, they almost looked down with good eyesight.

Still encountered almost the same thing as the black blind man before.

Dozens of brass boxes appeared inexplicably amidst the huge thunder, and then disappeared strangely.

Wu Xie took a breath and said:

"Why do I feel that the situation on our side is obviously more serious than that on Heixiazi and Xiaohua's side?"

The fat man put his hands in his hands and said as a matter of course:
"That's necessary."

"Innocent, take a look at the configuration on our side."

"The little brother who will be set on fire wherever he goes."

"Xiao Zhou relied on his hard power to attract hatred, and he was able to forcibly turn the fat sheep's idea of ​​killing the little brother onto him."

"In addition to your naivety, you have the superb physique of 'doubling the number of dead bodies' wherever you go."

"Tsk tsk, absolutely."

Wu Xie let out a breath, and said quietly:

"Fatty, why did I suddenly hear some strange emotions of 'I'm holding you back, I'm sorry' from your tone?"

"You don't think it's a big deal when you look at yourself, fat man."

Rumble!
A loud thunder that exploded to the point of deafening everyone for a short time tore through the sky, peeled open the deep pool under the waterfall, and penetrated directly into everyone's minds.

Everyone suddenly felt buzzing in their heads, and even the whole person "huyou".

Zhou Fan and the little brother made it very clear that this was not an attack from the power of the soul of anything, it was indeed a purely physical attack.

But the sound of this wave of thunder made their faces ugly.

Wu Xie and Fatty opened their mouths wide in horror.

Wu Xie pointed to the coffin boards on the surrounding mud volcano walls.

The fat man pointed to the deep hole in front of his feet.

But their shouts were directly covered by the deafening thunder.

Everyone's eyes followed Wu Xie's fingers, and looked at the single coffin floor of the narrow coffins around.

The scarlet handwriting that was originally on the floor of each coffin was shattered by those thunderous sounds into countless pieces of wood, which fell off immediately.

Some writings on the mountain wall that had been blocked behind the coffin were exposed.

Everyone looked over intently.

I only saw the same sentence written on it in a continuous loop:
"If you see it, you must not show it, or I'm afraid something will happen."

The sound of torrential rain, like the sea water hanging upside down, directly entered the deep pool of Wuxie Waterfall.

The water of the rapidly rising waterfall flowed down along the shattered cracks in the ancient tomb at the depth of the waterfall full of cracks.

After a moment.

In the huge mud pond pit like a crater, the strange mud on the four walls is rippling with a layer of water-like light.

The mud squirmed a few times, and completely covered the line of writing that was originally carved on the mountain wall.

Everyone frowned, and then moved their eyes to the deep pit in front of their feet.

Borrowed by the light of the black paper lanterns that have not been completely extinguished.

Everyone saw a layer of sparse scales that were slightly larger than the palm of the hand emerged on the four walls of the deep pit.

Those scales were severely damaged.

The little brother kicked down another black paper lantern.

As soon as the black paper lantern fell a little, Zhou Fan threw a money dart and blew it up.

Only then did everyone see these scales clearly again with the clear light.

All bronze.

At first glance, they are all masters with excellent carving skills, and they are all dragon scales carved out of bronze sheets.

At this moment, these dragon scales were opening and closing with the thunderous thunder.

However, some bronze dragon scales open and close extremely fast, while others are very slow.

There are still a lot of places, only some organs that have been flipped out, but there are no bronze dragon scales in them, or only a few roots are left.

On the fracture of these things, there are still some bloodstains and carrion.

And marks cut by very sharp weapons.

Apparently not knowing how long ago.

Those who were once down this passage were destroyed.

At this moment, with the twitching of the remaining bronze dragon scales, some sounds came out along the deep pit.

There is some thunder in it.

There are also incomprehensible murmurs.

When there may be a few strange voices in the middle, "Wu~xie~wuxie. Wu! Xie!"

At some point, those huge deafening thunderclaps in the sky all subsided silently.

At the same time, even the sound of a huge rainstorm could not be heard.

In the entire circular ancient tomb pit, silence was restored again.

Only those "Wu Xie" voices that emphasize the weirdness remain.

Like an old, jammed record, it keeps circling three-dimensionally back and forth in everyone's ears.

Fatty Zhou Fan's little brother looked at Wu Xie silently.

Wu Xie rubbed his goosebumps with a livid face, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said:

"This place looks very evil."

"But those 'Wu Xie' shouts we heard before, really want to be different from this one?"

The fat man dug his ears and said with a deep expression:

"Now these 'Wu Xie' voices are very distinct Hokkien dialect."

"Naive, have you ever been to Fujian?"

Wu Xie shook his head blankly, and said:

"No."

Wu Xie looked at Zhou Fan and the younger brother in a cold sweat, stretched out his hand and pointed down, and asked:

"These bronze scales, do we need to blow them up first or how?"

"Or shall we just go right through the middle of them?"

The little brother directly pinned the ancient black gold knife to the backpack with his backhand, and said lightly:

"Go straight down."

Zhou Fan took the bamboo lion seal in his hand, injected the power of the soul into it, looked at Wu Xie's wrist, and said with a smile:
"Xiao Wu, the ferocious dragon tattoo on your wrist, maybe it should be matched with bronze dragon scales."

Both the little brother and the fat man nodded.

Wu Xie's eyes also lit up, and he was full of vitality and said excitedly:

"Oh? Then, the voices of these 'Wu Xie' repeaters are actually calling me to pick up fat sheep?"

Zhou Fan laughed and said:

"It seems so."

rustling.

Hundreds of bamboo vines directly follow the circle around the extremely deep pit, hanging inward like a spider plant.

It seems that in the whole deep pit, another layer of "liner" of bamboo and rattan has been pasted.

Everyone stepped on some "simple elevators" made of twisted bamboo and rattan, and directly descended slowly.

Follow them all the way down.

As long as they passed by, those bronze dragon scales stopped like a jam, and stopped making any sound.

Zhou Fan controlled the bamboo and rattan, slightly opening some gaps.

Everyone cast through those gaps to look out.

I only saw those bronze dragon scales, which were relatively clean before, at least one could see the fine dragon scale pattern on them at a glance.

Although some traces of blood and carrion oil were stained, the top of the bronze pieces seemed to have been brushed with some grease.

So those stains are only lightly covered on top.

It did not affect the opening and closing of those bronze dragon scales, as well as the sound.

But somehow.

The bronze pieces thrown by them immediately became covered with copper rust with the sound of crackling.

A thick layer of brown-red patina directly corroded the entire bronze dragon scale, and the pattern on it could not be seen at all.

Everyone was full of curiosity, temporarily stopped the falling bamboo and vines, and stretched out their hands to pinch the bronze dragon scales.

But found out after a few trials.

The original bronze dragon scales cannot be used directly, it seems that as long as the real "living flesh" gets close to it for a certain distance, it will directly rust.

As for the bronze pieces that had been completely rusted to death, they shattered into countless dark brown slags with just a slight touch.

The fat man pinched his nose, fanned the air with one hand, and said in a low voice:

"Come on, you can't take anything away with this shit, let's move on, Xiao Zhou?"

Zhou Fan continued to push the bamboo lion seal, and led the crowd all the way down.

Wu Xie lowered his head to look at the ferocious dragon tattoo of the "Wu family's millennium medicine man" on his wrist, but there was no movement for a while.

Wu Xie's eyes were as bright as stars, full of anticipation.

The little brother frowned slightly, looked at Zhou Fan, and asked:

"The person who was hit and screamed by the hammer thrown by the fat man didn't seem to find him?"

The expressions of Wu Xie and Fatty changed. They were only paying attention to these strange bronze dragon patterns that made thunder and people talking, and almost forgot about the screaming person.

Zhou Fan touched his chin and said thoughtfully:

"The bamboo and vines have reached the bottom, and we will be able to stand directly on the ground in a few minutes at most."

"On the way, no corpses or living people were found."

Wu Xie said with an ugly face:
"Even if it's killing and eating now, it can't be so fast, right?"

"Could it be that the voice of that person just now came from these bronze dragon scales?"

The fat man raised a finger, shook it left and right, and said:
"Certainly not."

"Based on Fatty's years of experience in knocking people down, taking out other people's bricks, and being knocked down and photographed."

"When I went down with the hammer before, it definitely hit the meat."

"Although Fat Lord, I don't have the kind of hearing ability to tell whether it is a living person or a person who has undergone a strange corpse change."

"But whether it was thrown empty, or it was actually thrown on people, this must not be heard wrong."

The little brother also hummed and said:

"It hit."

At this time, everyone has been brought to the bottom by bamboo and rattan.

With a thought, Zhou Fan dissipated all the bamboo and vines made by the bamboo lion seal into countless green spots, and said:

"From this point of view, it's the person from before, and there are other so-called teammates."

"It's just that when he was hit by Fatty's hammer, he was taken away by his teammates."

"But we didn't hear any running sound at that time."

"This fast and slight to almost silent movement is very similar to the fake Wu Xie that appeared before."

The little brother glanced over everyone's faces and said:

"Be careful."

Everyone checked the team badges on their bodies and the weapons they carried with them again, and then they carried the black paper lanterns and followed the direction pointed by the fat man to the depths.

Wu Xie changed several different steps, and said strangely:

"Could it be the huge decaying wooden boat that we saw above, the huge decaying wooden boat that fell into the mud pit like hitting a rock?"

"Actually, it's just a deceptive, blinding decoration?"

"I feel like we've penetrated at least a few hundred meters?"

Zhou Fan smiled and said:

"It looks similar to the big ship that hit the rocks in the ruins of the Queen Mother of the West."

"Originally, that place was a small piece of ancient tomb that was covered up by people."

"A strange big ship, either accidentally, purely by accident, or deliberately rammed into it."

"Knock open the ancient tomb hidden under the water, and then the people on the boat will directly open the big boat and dig all the way into the ancient tomb."

The little brother's eyes sank, and there was a look of memory in his eyes, and he said:

"I once went to the North Pole with people from the institute."

"The state-of-the-art icebreaker suddenly leaked and knocked open the part of a huge iceberg hidden in the sea."

"There's an ancient tomb inside."

Fatty Zhou Fan and Wu Xie all stopped in their tracks immediately, and looked at the little brother with bright eyes. They all had the expressions of "speak quickly".

The little brother suddenly put on a smile and said:

"My memory only stays at the entrance of the ancient tomb hidden deep in the iceberg."

"I remember the route to go. If I have a chance, I can go there again."

Fatty Zhou Fan and Wu Xie said excitedly in unison:

"Let's go together!"

The three green birds squatting on Zhou Fan's shoulders, when they heard the little brother talking about the Arctic iceberg, they immediately flapped their wings like a small helicopter, and "tweeted!"

Obviously a "when are you going? Hurry up!" expression.

The corpse turtle emperor also shone with golden light and black bald light, as always, he had the expression of a younger brother.

The fat man let out a "hey", but he hissed before he could speak.

Zhou Fan's younger brother Wu Xie looked at Fatty, and was surprised to find that there was a layer of sweat on his forehead.

The fat man reached out and pulled out a large towel from his backpack, wiped his face, looked at everyone solemnly, and said:
"Don't you feel that it has suddenly become very stuffy?"

Wu Xie also rolled up his sleeves, scratched down the back of his neck, and said in surprise:

"I was sweating a little too, but I thought it was from walking."

Both Zhou Fan and the little brother stopped. The two of them didn't sweat, but that was because of the power of the stars to protect the body and the effect of the golden blood of the unicorn who returned to the ancestors.

Wu Xie and Fatty suddenly felt stuffy, which was definitely not normal.

Because at this time, outside of everyone's bodies, the layer of light plucked from the wool of the white-haired Hanji and the water-mist dragon still exists well.

It stands to reason that they should not feel the change in temperature.

Unless the ambient temperature at this time has suddenly risen without them noticing.

Zhou Fan and the younger brother faced two different directions and kicked two black paper lanterns in the air.

With the light of the exploding fireworks, everyone looked around.

Unknowingly, they have entered a huge tomb, surrounded by murals.

The mural is filled with dark clouds and lightning.

In the middle of the screen is a huge spirit tablet as tall as a person.

The little brother said solemnly:
"The painting style of the Song Dynasty."

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