For The Ten-Year Appointment, We, The Fans, Went To Changbai Mountain

"Ahhh! Zhang Qiling is really dead! I can't believe it!"

Liu Xiaorong frantically kicked her feet on the bed. The high-intensity activity caused the black silk on her legs to start to pull.

He kept shaking the tablet in his hand and kept saying he couldn't believe it.

At the same time, the mobile phone next to Liu Xiaorong was vibrating crazily.

Among the fans of "Tomb Raiders Notes".

All Zhang Qiling's loyal fans are sending messages frantically, and the crowd is scolding Song Chen for his behavior of writing the protagonist to death.

【Ah ah! I can’t believe it! How dare Song Chen? 】

[Not only did I write Aning to death! This time I also wanted to write Zhang Qiling to death! Isn’t that too much!】

[He doesn’t plan to kill all the protagonists! 】

[This time it’s Zhang Qiling! It won’t be Fatty Wang behind him!?]

[No! I can’t believe that Zhang Qiling died like this! There’s not even a picture! It’s too outrageous!]

[Isn’t there no picture before the third uncle disappeared? 】

[But did Liu Pinhua come out later? In the way Wu Xie pretended to be the third uncle! 】

[That’s an actor! We only love the role of Zhang Qiling!]

[That’s right! Song Chen is really not a son of a man!]

[That’s right! Knife us every day! Song Chen is not a son of man!]

Starting from a certain person, the news that Song Chen was not the son of a man began to flood the screen repeatedly.

Even when Liu Xiaorong discovered the mobile phone group message, the words "Song Chen is not a man's son" were already on the hot search.

"Why are you scolding my husband!!"

Liu Xiaorong looked at her phone with an unhappy look and shouted. Unhappily, he quickly responded to those who scolded Song Chen in the group.

Liu Liu: [Why are you scolding the director!! There is obviously no director Song Chen! This film will not even appear in it!!]

Liu Liu: [It’s just that you don’t know how to be grateful! Why do you still say that someone is not a human son? 】

Liu Liu: [And I feel that Zhang Qiling may not be dead! There are so many plots ahead! It won’t just go offline like this!]

But Liu Xiaorong alone in the group couldn't fight against the numerous Zhang Qiling fans.

Her speech was quickly drowned out by the crowd.

"Chen Chen, you seem to have been trending again."

Jiang Yueqing looked at the hot search that just appeared on her scarf and looked at Song Chen with a smirk on her face.

He poked Song Chen's face playfully with his finger, drawing Song Chen's attention to himself.

"Huh? That's normal."

Song Chen was not surprised at all, with a confident smile on his face.

After all, for being able to produce such an excellent work, with such excellent images, top-notch soundtrack, and coordinated image structure, isn't it normal for netizens to praise him?

Even Song Chen found it a bit strange that it was so slow to become a hot search topic.

"Yeah?"

Jiang Yueqing looked at the confident smile on Song Chen's face, and looked at the six big words on the hot search, "Song Chen is no longer a son."

A playful attention emerged in Jiang Yueqing's heart.

"My Chenchen is really confident~~"

Jiang Yueqing moved closer to Song Chen and quietly moved the phone in front of Song Chen's eyes.

"Look at how netizens are praising you~~"

"Let me see~"

Song Chen looked at the phone screen with a smile on his face, but the corner of his mouth twitched due to the hot search about Song Chen not being a son of a man.

"Why are you doing this to me?! Aren't they fans of "Tomb Raiders"?"

Xiao Yang: What a coincidence. I also want to know why fans insist on distinguishing me from Zhang Qiling. I’m so angry.

However, it is precisely because they are fans that netizens are so angry because of the passing of their beloved characters.

So in the video.

When Wu Xie and Fatty Wang were carrying the corpses, they accidentally discovered that there were still many people alive in the secret room.

However, due to the long-term impression effect of poisonous gas.

The breathing of these people has been weakened to the point of frequent death, even the slight movements of Fatty Wang and Wu Xie to carry their bodies.

They have already lost their lives.

This made Wu Xie feel deeply guilty.

But luckily, Wu Xie discovered that Zhang Qiling was still breathing weakly.

Zhang Qiling used everything on his body to wrap himself tightly to reduce damage from the poisonous gas.

Even the unicorn tattoo on Zhang Qiling's body has been revealed.

Fatty Wang sighed: "In this situation, brother, could it be that he adjusted his breathing to the weakest state?"

Wu Xie looked at Fatty Wang in shock and said, "Is this the legendary Turtle Breathing Technique?"

"When you say this kind of words, can you not use the tone of Hong Kong and Taiwan martial arts movies?"

Fatty Wang complained helplessly and then said, "I'm still a ghost addict. He just made his body very weak and entered a deep coma."

The beating of the heart is also relatively weak, so the blood pressure is very low. Wrap yourself tightly in clothes to minimize the area of ​​contact between your skin and the air, which can reduce the degree of poisoning. Among all the people, he was the only one with the lowest degree of poisoning, which should be the reason. "

"How did he make his body weak?" Wu Xie asked doubtfully.

"Tell yourself, I am weak, am I weak? Don't you think you want to beat yourself up after hearing this? Can you make yourself like this?"

"You don't understand this." Fatty Wang pointed at the little brother's hand,

Turn over the hand of Menyoupin and show it to Wu Xie.

Wu Xie saw that there were wounds on both wrists of Menyou Ping.

"If you are weak, just bleed. My brother must be much more knowledgeable about how to bleed than we are."

"The red marks on the ground seem to be not only other people's feces and urine, but also my brother's blood.

After listening to Fatty Wang's words, Wu Xie suddenly understood and nodded.

【Oh ho! My little brother is still alive!! That’s great!】

[Fortunately! This guy Song Chen really understands!! He didn’t kill the protagonist!]

[This little brother is so cruel! Between life and death! He is bold enough to choose to bleed to weaken his breathing!]

[That’s right! You’re so courageous! If Wu Xie and Fatty Wang hadn’t come over! Zhang Qiling would probably have died like this!]

[So this is a big gamble! This is the little brother! The little brother we love!]

In the anxious waiting of all fans' hearts and expectations.

Wu Xie carried the seriously injured Zhang Qiling on his back and prepared to escape from the ancient building, but he looked at the dead old lady Huo on the ground.

Wu Xie couldn't bear to let this woman, whose life was full of legends, die alone here.

Wu Xie cut off his head directly, intending to give it to the descendants of the Huo family.

[Hiss!! What a ruthless Wu Xie!]

[But there is nothing we can do otherwise! After all, if we don’t see the body! The Huo family won’t believe it!]

[Alas! Mrs. Huo never expected that her life would end like this! 】

[A very painful way to die! This ancient Zhang family building is too dangerous!]

When Wu Xie and Fatty Wang moved forward with difficulty, they encountered the strange poisonous mist again.

In this place where people could lose their lives at any time, Wu Xie even got separated from Fatty Wang and Zhang Qiling.

Walking alone in the fog, I could only move forward while holding my breath.

As he moved forward, Wu Xie's breathing and consciousness began to gradually fade away.

At the same time, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, I was afraid that I was going to die here.

But that's it.

In the mist, a very familiar voice to Wu Xie suddenly came.

"Little Third Master!"

"Panzi!"

Wu Xie was startled, but couldn't lean over to take a look.

I could only hear Song Panzi's voice shouting: "Little Third Master, leave quickly."

The sound is quite weak. Then, Pan Zi heard a series of coughs.

"How are you?" Wu Xie asked with a worried look, "Why are you here?"

Pan Zi said in the darkness: "It's a long story, mistress, do you have a cigarette?"

"Aren't you afraid of burning your lungs if you still smoke here?"

Listening to Pan Zi's tone, Wu Xie felt that he was particularly calm, and suddenly he had a very ominous premonition.

?"Hahaha, it doesn't matter." Pan Zi said, "You can't see what I look like now."

Next, after Pan Zi told Wu Xie about the environment and institutions here, Pan Zi said with a sad business tone.

"Give me the gun! Mistress, I have to put an end to myself. You can go. If you have time, I would like to chat with you for a while."

"But you don't have time. You don't have time to pity me. If you can't get through later, you will be like me. You should leave quickly. If you can get out, remember to find someone to search the entire back mountain. After Mr. Hua'er gets out, , it must be in the back mountain.”

Wu Xie threw the gun away and heard Pan Zi's laughter: "Come on, mistress, good guy, I didn't expect that he got this kind of gun before he died. Even if he hits his head, he may not be able to kill himself." die."

Wu Xie stood up and heard a gunshot.

Then, Pan Zi laughed: "Little Third Master, let's go.

"Don't rush me. The road ahead of me is not that easy. If I die later, we can still be companions on the road to hell.

"Little Third Master, with my Pan Zi here, can I still cause trouble to you?"

Then, Wu Xie heard the sound of pulling the bolt of a gun.

"Little Third Master, Pan Zi, I don't have the energy to say anything else. Let me protect you one last time. I'm going to see Third Master. You should be smart and give me a good explanation."

"What do you want to do?"

Wu Xie shouted in surprise.

Pan Zi said: "You go forward. Young Master, go forward boldly. Go forward and don't look back."

As Pan Zi talked, he started singing,

Wu Xie cautiously leaned forward. The sadness in his heart was indescribable before he took a step forward.

Suddenly the back of Wu Xie's head touched a thread.

Wu Xie was immediately shocked, because he shouted Nuo and said that he should just die.

In an instant, Wu Xie heard a gunshot, and the hexagonal copper bell on the silk thread was smashed to pieces.

"Go forward boldly!" Pan Zi smiled.

Wu Xie continued to walk forward, tears streaming down his face.

Wu Xie couldn't see the road ahead clearly at all. As Wu Xie walked step by step, he heard gunshots ringing continuously behind him.

"The road leading to the sky,

Nine thousand nine hundred and nine thousand nine hundred and nine wow.

Sister, please move forward boldly. Go forward, don't look back.

From now on, you build that red embroidered building,

Throw those red hydrangeas,

Just hit me on the head, let me drink a pot with you,

Red sorghum wine, red sorghum wine!"

Accompanied by Pan Zi's singing, Wu Xie finally reached the end of the single-plank bridge and walked into the passage.

The fog had gradually enveloped the entire cave. Wu Xie could hardly breathe and had to run forward. Suddenly, a gunshot was heard behind him, and Pan Zi's voice disappeared.

The tears in Wu Xie's eyes finally broke down and flowed down.

Running forward wildly. There is another staircase ahead leading to the water.

Wu Xie jumped down and waited for Wu Xie to float up. The dog had already been hit in the poisonous gas cave full of water pools.

Fatty Wang, who was waiting here, pulled Wu Xie up.

He said with a happy face: "Okay, I've already been reciting the death mantra for you. I didn't expect you to still be alive."

"Keep reading."

Wu Xie's eyes were hurt and complicated, and he slowly turned his head to look at the fat man and said.

"For Pan Zi!"