Tomb Raider's Notes of Qilin City Lord

Chapter 335: Deep in Memory ([-]) Zhang Tuzi
335 Chapter 335 Deep in Memory ([-]) Zhang Tuzi

Although the elder brother is young and not physically dominant, his strength is many times that of theirs. Although he has lost too much blood and is weak, his strength is still quite amazing.

I was pushed down by him, and it took me a long time to get up. When I sat up, I saw the scene in front of me, and I was immediately frightened.

Everyone seemed to be acting strangely, and everyone seemed irrational. Some Zhang family members were beating themselves, and some were constantly attacking their brother.

They faced each other with swords and fought wildly. The cold sword light kept flashing in front of their eyes. Blood splashed everywhere. The ground was covered with bright red liquid, flowing continuously. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Each of those people He fell down, as if his eyes were red with blood.

I saw that my brother was pressing his knees on the shoulders of the person who attacked him. The man wanted to struggle and drag his brother down, but my brother clamped his legs and clamped the man's head with his knees, and then lowered his waist. After twisting hard, a clear "click" was heard. The man's head was twisted to an unnatural 180 degrees, and the entire neck bone was broken.

The brother jumped off the man, reached out to pick up a knife on the ground, raised the knife and rushed towards the other people who attacked him.

And the guy whose neck was broken by him staggered and fell to my feet with a "snap". After that person's body lay on the ground, he twitched several times, and his head was broken by his brother. It is turned upwards at an angle that is impossible for ordinary people to twist. It stares out with a pair of big eyes that protrude like a bull's eye, and its mouth is opened incredibly wide, making people very frightened.

At this time, a member of the Zhang family noticed me. He shouted, ran towards me with a long knife, and struck me with the knife. I jumped up, grabbed his arm and "swish" He rolled behind him, landed on the ground, turned around and punched him with spiritual power. He flew out, hit the brick wall with a "snap", and rolled to the ground.

I turned around to look for my brother in the crowd, and saw him slashing the abdomen of one of his attackers with a knife. The blood flew out with the blade, splashing into a bunch of blood flowers.

Those people seemed to want to kill his brother, and they rushed towards him one by one, and those people were chopped by his brother one by one, and finally broke their necks and died.

The man I had slapped against the wall just now slowed down, and I felt him rushing toward me again. I turned around, got behind him, and kicked him out.

At this moment, I realized that there must be something wrong with the sound of the bell. The leader also said that the bell should not be touched. It must be that the sound of the bell confused their minds, otherwise at least my brother would not be like this.

The elder brother was standing in a pool of blood with a knife in his hand. His whole body was covered in blood. The leader just raised his weapon and slashed at his elder brother. When Zhang Yecheng saw it, he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. As a result, the three of them struggled. Together.

In the blink of an eye, my uncle fell down in a pool of blood. The person who wanted to kill my brother also drooped his head and fell limply to the ground. My brother stood there alone, surrounded by people lying on the ground. Dead people, blood flowing into rivers.

I looked down at the blood and water flowing around my feet. People who were alive just a moment ago were all dead at once, completely dead.

I looked over again and saw that Zhang Yecheng seemed to be still moving, so I rushed towards him. I supported him and called him: "Uncle, uncle."

Zhang Yecheng gasped and said to me: "The bell will cause hallucinations. The brat is now confused and hallucinating. Now he doesn't recognize anyone."

I said, "Then why are you okay?"

He smiled at the sore wound and grinned, "It hurts so much. Can you please stop the bell?"

I looked in the direction of the sound, thought for a while and said, "I thought of it, I can do it."

He said: "Be careful in the past, he doesn't recognize you now."

I looked at his wound and asked him, "But you seem to be seriously injured."

Zhang Yecheng said: "Leave me alone. If you hear the bell too much, you will become useless. Go and save him."

I nodded and stood up to look at my brother. He was standing not far away, holding a knife in his hand, breathing heavily and glaring at me fiercely. A chill came up, and I swallowed in fear, feeling that he was going to kill me next. The target might be me, but with a sudden thought, I walked around the corpses, avoided him, and ran quickly towards the bell area behind him.

My brother watched me running over. He slowly turned his head and then turned around, his eyes following my figure, like a wild animal staring at its prey, waiting for an opportunity.

He quickly chased me with a long knife in his hand, ran a few steps, jumped up, held the knife in both hands, and struck at me. I quickly dodged and dodged, and the position where he dropped the knife happened to hit me just now. When he let go, I gasped in fright, and he almost chopped off my fingers.

I quickly got up and ran forward, but after only two steps, he kicked me on the back, and I flew out with a "swish". The shock of this kick made my mind go blank, and I fell into it. On the corpses of several Zhang family members, their throats became hot and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

I clutched my chest and looked up. There was a corpse in front of me, with a big, ferocious head facing me. I jumped up in fright and continued running towards the bell area.

At this moment, my brother pinched my shoulder from behind and clasped my bones hard with his fingers. It hurt so much that I yelled out "ah".

He pushed my shoulders back and turned my body to face him. He pressed my shoulders and my body bounced up. His knees immediately hit my stomach, and I was pressed by him. My body hit the ground with a "bang", and he pressed on my stomach like a heavy stone. I spat out another mouthful of blood. My head was numb with pain, and I could feel my five internal organs. My whole body was about to be squeezed out by him, and my waist seemed to be about to break. At the same time, one of his hands was tightly clasped around my thin neck, and his fingers were pinching tightly.

I grabbed his hand and squeezed mine in pain, but nothing could be done to break it off. He stared at me with cold eyes, and then raised the hand holding the knife high. I felt like I was about to be killed. I shouted to him with all my strength: "Brother, brother, no, I am Xiaoxun...brother..."

But he couldn't hear anything at all. He only saw him flipping his wrist and turning the direction of the handle of the knife. The blade of the knife was facing me and it started to move downwards. Maybe it was because he had already subdued me and I was fine. In terms of resistance, he didn't seem to be able to draw the knife that fast.

The knife was getting closer and closer to me, and I had no choice but to hold the blade with my hand. Both of my little hands were scratched, and they were instantly covered with bright red.

Hot blood with a faint floral fragrance flowed down my arm continuously. He suddenly stopped and did not drop the knife again. I kept calling him.

Looking at the blood flowing from me, I suddenly thought of something. The sound of these bells can make people hallucinate, but I didn't seem to have any reaction. My brother smelled the fragrance of my blood. Not only did the knife stop, but the hand holding my neck also stopped. After relaxing, I thought, could it be my blood that could make him wake up? I thought about applying my blood to him, and the scent would be closer to him, and maybe he would wake up.Thinking about it, I still held the blade in one hand, so I stretched out my other small blood-red hand to reach his cheek, but when he saw me reaching out, his hand around my neck suddenly became much tighter, and I suddenly felt like I was suffocating. It felt like I tried my best to touch his cheek with my fingertips, using my spiritual power to warm the blood.

Seeing that I didn't mean to hurt him, he looked at my hand with some confusion, lowered his head slightly, and I immediately touched his little face.

My blood flowed more and more, the floral fragrance of the blood began to become stronger, and the feeling of excessive blood loss became more and more serious. In addition, I was strangled and started to lack oxygen. I began to feel a little dazed, and gradually I could no longer lift my arms. But I always insisted on gently holding his face.

My brother's eyes slowly softened, and he gradually came to his senses. He looked down at me who was pale and dying. His originally white clothes were almost half stained red by blood. He panicked and quickly let go. The hand that pinched my neck called me: "Girl..."

I breathed heavily, and he looked at my little arm covered with blood, and then at my little hand holding the deep edge of the knife blade. He immediately gently supported my little hand and threw away the knife in his hand.

He lifted up the body that was pressing on me and slumped to the ground. I still stiffly maintained the movements he made before getting up. He looked at me and gently picked me up in his arms, holding my little baby. The bloody hand said to me: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I...I..."

I smiled weakly and said to him: "Brother, you are awake. It seems that I guessed it right. My blood can wake you up."

He said with tears in his eyes: "I actually hurt you, what on earth was I doing."

I tried my best to sit up and said to him: "It's not your fault. They touched those hallucinogenic bells. You were hallucinating. You didn't want to, and it was indeed them who wanted to hurt you. You were just doing it." protect yourself.

Look, I'm fine. It's just that my hand is broken. It'll be fine in a few days. "

He supported me, who was breathing weakly and rapidly, and looked at the blood on the corners of my mouth and body, as well as the red handprints on my neck that he pinched. He had indeed been hallucinating just now. What he saw in front of him was not real. He beheaded me. He saw the people who hurt him in the hallucination, but what he saw in front of him now was his own girl. This was just a broken hand. He hurt her seriously, and he almost killed his own girl just now.

Seeing that he was sad, I said to him: "Brother, since the ringing of the bell will no longer cause hallucinations, let's go find uncle." He immediately carried me on his back and walked towards Zhang Yecheng.

When he arrived at Zhang Yecheng's side, he smiled faintly at his brother and said, "You brat, you are quite fierce. You can still fight so well after losing so much blood. That's okay."

He gently put me down. I was already dazed and sat there dangling. He helped Zhang Yecheng up and said to him: "Bald man, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Zhang Yecheng touched his head and comforted him and said, "Silly boy, it's not your fault. If you get out of here, leave the Zhang family and take the little girl outside. Never come back."

The elder brother said: "Go out, where are you going?"

Zhang Yecheng said: "Remember when I told you to go to Hangzhou? I heard that the scenery is beautiful and the West Lake is famous. It's a good place. I originally wanted to take you there, but now... I'm afraid I won't be able to go."

My brother choked and said, "No, don't talk nonsense, Zhang Tuzi, I want you to come with us."

Zhang Yecheng said with tears in his eyes: "You brat, are you disobedient? After all, I can be considered your father. I think this little daughter-in-law is good, so I recognize her. She has protected you like this at a young age, and so do I." Don't worry, you will have a little girl to accompany you from now on, and you will have a home. You must remember to never go back to Zhang's house again." After saying that, Zhang Yecheng slowly closed his eyes.

I heard my brother shouting: "Zhang Baldy, Zhang Baldy!"

I watched my brother shaking him with hazy eyes. He knelt down next to Zhang Yecheng, touched his breath, and felt the pulse on the back of his neck. He cried out tremblingly.

The uncle is dead. The only person in the Zhang family who regarded his brother as a family member is dead. My brother called Zhang Baldy hoarsely, but he could no longer respond to him. He shouted "Dad" to him. I knew that my brother was in his body. He felt his father's love, but he lost him. His heart ached and he was in pain. The person who loved him was accidentally killed by him. This was not his fault, but it was the eternal pain in his heart.

I don’t know how long it took, but he gradually calmed down, but he seemed to have lost his soul. He was dumbfounded. I gently pulled his arm, and he looked at me blankly, and hugged me into his arms. We Two little ghosts with tears on their faces hugged each other and cried.

I remember that from that day on, he never mentioned Uncle Bald Man again. Since then, he has lost his memory again and again and forgotten many things, but he has always been fond of black hoodies without zippers. That time I He has been living with Uncle Baldy since he was injured. It seems that this dressing style has something to do with his uncle. He must remember the warmth that Uncle Baldy gave him.

When I grew up, I sat outside the barrier and burst into tears. However, why do I think of this memory? Judging from the perspective, the memory fragment this time should be mine. I was young at that time and could not control my soul well. The spiritual power will explode when you get angry. That was the first time it exploded automatically when you were reborn. This time, there has been no movement from the Phoenix Power. Maybe it was the Phoenix Power that inspired this memory.

As I was thinking, a warm and familiar hand caressed the back of my head. I looked up with tears on my face, and it was my brother.

He stretched out his hand towards me, I took his arm, stood up and plunged into his arms. Since he had my spiritual power, our memory fragments seemed to be shared, and our sensitivity to each other became stronger. We recalled this period together.

Although this may be the Nth time he has thought of this memory, maybe he has let go of the sad parts and only remembers the good parts, but I still feel bad for him, and my little head is rubbed in his arms. rub.

I looked up at him, and he gently wiped away the tears on my face and said softly to me: "Cry like a little cat." As he said that, he tugged at the tip of my nose that was red from crying.

I said softly: "Seeing you sad makes me sad. I hope you can remember more happy things. Look at you now, you are so depressed all day long that you are almost growing grass."

He stretched out his hand and pinched my nose and said, "I don't want that to happen again." As he said that, he looked at the two weeping little people in the barrier who were covered in scars and blood.

I held his hand tightly and looked at him. He took a deep breath, as if he had let go of something again, turned back to look at me, touched my face and said, "We are going back."

(End of this chapter)