Tomb Raider: Emptying the Bronze Door

Chapter 95 The Quiet and Bustling City (Subscribe)

The entire huge circular tomb collapsed, and the water in the huge pond in the middle of the tomb dropped rapidly.

Accompanied by a rumbling sound, and a burst of shaking.

The bloody corpses on the strange trees in the pond were directly strangled and exploded into countless bloody mud.

Everything was mixed together, forming an overwhelming bloody mud.

Bury everyone down.

The entire wall of the tomb was also shaken by the huge vibration from the deepest part of the tomb passage, creating countless cracks like spider webs.

Crash!crackle!Boom!

Huge torrential rain fell from the sky.

The entire scenic spot of Wuxie Waterfall has been completely shrouded by the extremely huge torrential rain.

At this time, the water volume of Wuxie Waterfall rose sharply.

The original waterfall water, plus the rainstorm water.

All of them slowly seeped in along the cracks that had been shattered on the wall of the ancient tomb.

Some strange viscous liquid that was built in when the wall was built also flowed out along those cracks.

All followed the cracks spreading on the ground and penetrated downward again.

……

Wu Xie shook his head, coughed a few times, looked at the dark mud around him, rubbed his goosebumps, and asked:

"What's the matter?"

At this time, Zhou Fan's younger brother, Wu Xie, Fatty, was still shrouded in that thin layer of light.

From the white-haired Hanba and the water-mist dragon, the Taoist technique of pulling the wool back covered them safely.

The little brother glanced around and said lightly:

"Collapsed."

Wu Xie looked at Zhou Fan and Fatty with a dark face again.

Zhou Fan and the younger brother faced two different directions and kicked a black paper lantern at the same time.

Whoosh.Snapped.

With the light like fireworks, everyone looked around.

This is a huge underground mud pond space.

It looks like a huge cave, but there are countless mud in all directions.

From time to time, some fist-sized bugs crawled around in the mud.

But as the light of the black paper lantern illuminated, those bugs shrank back into the mud like flying.

But with just such an eye-catching effort, everyone's complexion changed.

Because these bugs have very clear human faces on their bodies.

It is not a pattern similar to a human face.

It's a shrunken human face.

The human faces on those bugs were already creepy, especially when they were illuminated under the red and black light of the black paper lanterns.

It immediately made Wu Xie covered in white sweat.

However, there are a lot of them around.

In the range covered by the firework light of the entire black paper lantern, no other living people were found.

Zhou Fan said with some regret:
"Zheng Jingyin and his men don't know where they fell."

Fatty's eyes were shining like searchlights, he rubbed his hands and said excitedly:

"Little comrades, you said that the mud pond ancient tomb that Xiaohua arranged for Heixia to go to is connected to this?"

Wu Xie suddenly turned pale and trembled, and said with some obvious fear:
"By the way, I didn't bother to ask just now."

"Xiao Hua asked Hei Xiazi if he found what he had lost."

"Didn't the blind man say that he found a brass box that he fled for his life in the mud pond ancient tomb 20 years ago during the heavy rain, and then the box disappeared in a second?"

"Black blind man, how old is he?"

"20 years ago, wasn't it a child?"

Zhou Fan clicked his tongue and said:

"Who would take a real child to the grave?"

"To put it better, it's a pure burden, lest other teammates die fast enough?"

"To put it at worst, if someone brings a real child to the grave, the effect will definitely be the same as that of an ordinary inverted person who brings a big rooster or something."

Wu Xie's face changed from white to green and said:
"But the big rooster, the big goose, etc. are all used for purely exploring the way, and they are not even considered as cannon fodder."

The fat man looked at the little brother, smacked his lips, then looked at Wu Xie, and said:
"Innocent, my little brother grew up being abused all the way since he was a child."

"But the little brother is not an ordinary person after all. He has the unicorn golden blood that returns to his ancestors, although he has not activated it because of blood loss all year round when he was young."

"I remember when my little brother went to the Scorpion Tomb when he was young, he was a child, right?"

The little brother hummed and said:

"Not toddlers."

"The actual age of the black blind man is...older than he looks."

The corner of Wu Xie's mouth twitched, and said:

"Understood, it seems that the background of Hei Xiazi is also very mysterious."

The fat man suddenly said "huh?", sniffed vigorously, put his hands behind his back, and squinted his eyes.

He stared at the stalactite-like dome above, dripping mud continuously, and asked:
"Is it raining heavily outside?"

"Damn it, wouldn't it be a heavy rain accompanied by waterfalls and lake water, pouring water into this dilapidated place?"

The little brother moved his ears, raised his head and stared in one direction, and said:

"It's raining heavily."

Wu Xie and Fatty all followed the little brother's line of sight to look up, but they saw nothing.

The three green birds suddenly fluttered and shook their hair, and tugged at Zhou Fan's collar.

The Emperor Corpse Turtle also flicked again and again, constantly flashing golden light and black bald light intertwined.

Zhou Fan communicated with the two of them through telepathy, looked not far away, and said to everyone:

"Let's go and have a look over there."

"The two of them said that they heard a lot of voices, and they all came from deeper underground."

Everyone walked over there.

Not far away, Zhou Fan paused, glanced at Wu Xie in surprise, and said:

"A lot of voices came from underground, and I couldn't hear a lot of what they said."

"However, basically every sentence repeats a person's name."

Wu Xie suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The little brother also stopped for a while, and said:

"Wu Xie."

Wu Xie was called by the younger brother, and suddenly had an ominous premonition, sitting on the rocket class and jumping into the air, struggling a bit, and said:

"Brother, you are actually calling me, right?"

"Didn't you follow what Lao Zhou said just now and tell us that you heard those rambling voices mean 'Wu Xie'?"

The little brother was silent for a while, but only quickened his pace.

Wu Xie struggled one last time and looked at Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan shrugged and said:
"I remember that Fatty seems to have put on 'Di Ting', Xiao Wu, you can listen to it."

The fat man just pulled out a plastic bag from the inside of the backpack, which contained four "receivers" that looked like medium-sized thermos cups.

The fat man pulled out two and threw them to Wu Xie, and took two for himself.

He poked it directly on the ground, squatted on the ground and listened intently.

The fat man said with a solemn expression:
"This underground seems to be a ghost market."

"In the past, Panjiayuan, or some other large-scale trading places for antiques, were also known as 'ghost markets', but that was all nonsense."

"Actually, the morning market opened in the middle of the night is called a ghost market."

"People don't talk when they buy and sell things."

"But when asking about the price, or bargaining, two people hold hands and draw a few times in the palm of the hand, indicating that the price is bargaining or something."

"But how did this rule come to be, and how did the name Ghost City come about? There must be a prototype."

"In the past, some people really got lost in the ancient tomb, and met many people who had undergone corpse changes, especially those who had strange corpse changes."

"Those people were not in a hurry to eat ordinary people, but opened a big market like a temple fair, buying and selling things in it."

"Naturally, I will open my mouth to talk, bid and bargain."

"But ordinary people who stray into it pretend to be dumb for fear of being found alive."

"After escaping, I went to the place where Panjiayuan had a similar cultural and antique stall. Before dawn, I came across a market that looked very similar."

"Among the people who escaped from that weird ancient tomb together by chance."

"Some people let down their vigilance, thinking that someone else had left the stall early, and when they spoke, they were directly torn into meat sauce."

"The rest of the people were so scared that they were as quiet as chickens."

"But those people who had undergone weird corpse changes did not let them go easily."

"Instruct those people to continue to solicit customers to buy and sell some special funerary objects."

"Those who escaped by chance are afraid of being killed by people who have undergone a strange corpse change."

"But I don't want to kill innocent people because of them."

"So with the mentality of taking a gamble, I secretly told the ordinary people who were solicited by them, 'The ghost market can't talk, and if you talk, you will die, if you don't talk, you will miss it'."

"Of course, the people who were solicited basically didn't believe it, but they all took it for fun, and gave face to those few people who were considered to be famous back then."

"I thought it was a strange rule that they tinkered with for fun."

"Simply, in the ghost market that time, because no one spoke, the ordinary people who came here didn't die."

"And those few characters who escaped from the ancient tomb by chance didn't die."

"So after they made a few more ghost markets, you can't talk about the ghost market, you can only gesture, and this fun rule has been passed down."

Wu Xie blinked and said:

"Oh, I see?"

Zhou Fan laughed and said:

"I heard that at the beginning someone was talking secretly, and in an instant, he was killed by the person who set up the stall and had a strange corpse change."

"But because it died too fast and too silently."

"In addition, fish and dragons are mixed in the ghost market, and there are a lot of people and corpses. It is extremely lively, so it was not discovered by ordinary people at the beginning."

"Later, people in the cultural and antique markets in other places thought it was an attractive gimmick, so they also learned it."

"So in a short period of time, all kinds of man-made ghost markets have been found in cultural and antique markets all over the country."

"In those ghost markets, some are as quiet as chickens, while others are noisy."

Wu Xie's face turned green, his body was stiff, he put down the "earth listening" in his hand, and said in a trembling voice:
"I've lived so long, and this is the first time I've heard a concert with thousands of people calling my name wave after wave."

"This kind of layer upon layer of 'Wu Xie? Wu Xie! Wu...Xie. Wu~Xie~' Damn! I'm going crazy."

"No, I'm just wondering."

"The four of us here, even if it's 'ghost calling names', they should be shouting in turn immediately, why are they calling by my name alone."

"This is not a problem of scarcity but inequality."

Zhou Fan laughed and said:
"Maybe it's because, Xiao Wu, you are the boss of Wu Shanju."

"Now my little brother Fatty is all unemployed and has no shops, so I don't call you anyone."

Wu Xie looked at Zhou Fan with a very helpless look.

The little brother also hummed, and greeted everyone:
"Go straight down."

Wu Xie walked a few steps and asked again:

"Then when we go down, shall we talk? Or shall we not talk?"

The fat man said "Hey" and said:

"Innocence, those corpse-changing things have already named you, and it's impossible for us to touch it quietly and low-key."

"Speak directly when you need to speak."

"Hey, do you think we're going to buy things from that ghost market?"

Wu Xie was caught in a tangle.

Zhou Fan smiled and said:

"Whether to buy or not depends mainly on what currency the other party wants. What if an arm and a thigh are chopped off to be used as currency?"

Wu Xie suddenly had goosebumps all over her body.

The fat man grinned and said with a smile:

"Then kill the stall owner, and let's steal that little fat sheep."

The little brother raised his hand, and everyone stopped.

What appeared in front of everyone at this time was a deep pit like a huge volcano.

The stench, so strong that it makes people sick to the stomach, bursts up from the bottom of those muddy pits.

The fat man's face was livid, and he frowned in distaste and said:

"Why is this bitch like a cesspit? I hope it's the fat man, I'm worrying too much."

Wu Xie's face was pale and pale, he gave the fat man a elbow, and said:

"Fatty, can you think of some reliable adjectives? I'm fine, but I almost vomit when you describe it like that."

"We have to jump in later."

The fat man quickly raised his hand to his temple, and said with a sincere expression full of apology:

"Okay, okay, it's not a cesspit, it's like a cesspit, so it's okay."

Wu Xie gave Fatty a supercilious look.

At this time, the shouts of countless "Wu Xie" mixed together layer by layer, men, women, old and young, came out vaguely from the crater-like mud pit.

Zhou Fan and the younger brother faced two different directions again and kicked the black paper lantern.

Everyone looked down under the bright light, and suddenly there was a look of horror in their eyes.

I only saw that the deep pit of nearly meters was covered with mud.

Inside these silts, there is continuous, very subtle but continuous blood oozing out.

In the middle of the entire silt pit was a large wooden boat that was stranded.

The wooden boat was very decayed.

Those shouts of "Wu Xie" all came from inside the wooden boat.

And on the "concave" shaped walls of the entire silt, there are a large number of vertical narrow wooden coffins inlaid.

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