Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

In 1921, autumn came extremely late in Changsha, and the wind was extremely strong.

The trees in the town were dyed golden and fiery red, and were blown down by the wind, setting off the dusty deserted streets.

Chen Pi's grandmother picked up a child who was about to starve to death from the streets of the city. She pinched the sweet root flowers in the grass on the roadside with her wrinkled hands and fed them to the child's mouth.

Seeing the smile on the skinny child's face, the old woman's smile turned into a blooming chrysanthemum.

Even though she didn’t have an extra grain of rice at home, she couldn’t bear to see her child starving to death on the streets.

On the way back, she touched the child's head and asked his name.

He said his name was Cong Ye, he was eight years old, and he had been a beggar ever since he could remember.

Grandma felt sorry for him because he was a more pitiful child than her grandson Chen Pi.

Grandma's health was not very good. In her early years, in order to raise her grandson Chen Pi, she had to do men's work, which damaged the foundation of her health.

Over the years, I have become increasingly incapable of working, and even carrying vegetables grown in the fields to sell makes me feel dizzy from exhaustion.

The breadwinner of the family gradually changed from grandma to tangerine peel.

It takes more than an hour to walk back to the remote town from the streets of Changsha.

Grandma has to stop and take a rest from time to time.

The child she was holding by the hand sat obediently beside her, neither urging nor bothering her.

Cong Ye stared intently at the ants busy moving on the ground. His feet felt like stepping on cotton, full of unreality.

It seemed that he had just had a dream that felt real to the senses. When he woke up, he was Cong Ye who was enjoying his retirement life with 500 million in his hand, instead of this penniless orphan Cong Ye who was living on the streets.

"Coming."

Grandma patted Cong Ye's hand and sounded happy.

In just one hour, the scene before Cong Ye's eyes had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Before time travel, he was in a modern international metropolis, bustling with traffic and feasting.

After traveling through time, he opened his eyes and was lying next to a trash can on the corner of the street in downtown Changsha.

What you can see are apricot-white small western-style buildings and blurry old pictorials, rickshaws coming and going, and old-fashioned cars passing by from time to time.

Then came the dirty, cramped and remote towns that are now like slums.

"It's here, it's here..."

Grandma hurriedly let go of Cong Ye's hand, ran forward and opened the door.

She waved to Cong Ye: "Come in quickly."

Cong Ye took two steps and entered the room.

A small house contains a bed, kitchen, dining table, etc.

"Drink some water."

Grandma scooped up a ladle of cold water from the water tank and handed it to Cong Ye.

Although the water was very cold and not necessarily clean, Cong couldn't care less.

He held the water ladle, and Gululu drank a whole ladle of water.

You must know that the original owner of the body was starved to death on the street, and then Cong Ye was given a chance to live again.

If Cong Ye hadn't been given a mouthful of noodles by a kind little girl on the street, his grandmother might not have been able to pick him up.

"Eat something."

Grandma took out two more steamed buns from the wooden basin covered with white gauze and put them in Cong Ye's hands.

Things that Cong didn't even look at in his previous life were now devouring them, as if someone was trying to steal the food from him.

Cong Ye now knew what it felt like to be hungry.

"Eat slowly!"

Grandma patted Cong Ye's back, with the unique kindness of an elder on her face.

"After you finish eating, go take a shower. I'll give you my grandson's childhood clothes to try on."

Grandma started busy as she spoke.

The bed was connected to the wall, and a mattress was spread on the hard wood.

Grandma held on to the wall, pulled out an old wooden box from under the bed, and rummaged through it with her hands.

Cong Ye finished two steamed buns and finally felt that he could survive.

At this time, grandma lit the firewood again, and the water in the big iron pot slowly heated up.

She scooped ladle after ladle into the yellow wooden bucket. Cong also stepped up to help. She said with a smile:

"This wooden barrel was used by my grandson Chen Pi to bathe when he was a child."

"Now that the child has grown up, he no longer wants to bathe here. He usually goes to the river to bathe."

When it comes to her grandson, she always has endless things to say.

Cong also slowly frowned.

Chenpi, this name sounds a bit familiar, but Cong Ye can't remember it.

Just when Cong Ye was lost in thought, Grandma's hand had already reached out to his collar.

"Come, let's take a shower."

Grandma started to take off his clothes, her tone was like coaxing a child.

But Cong is not a real child. He is mentally old enough to call the grandmother in front of him sister.

Cong also took a step back, and Grandma was stunned and confused.

Cong Ye quickly explained: "Grandma, I can take a bath by myself."

Grandma suddenly smiled: "Okay, okay, you are just like Chen Pi."

She said and walked out the door, not forgetting to close the door for Cong as well.

When Cong Ye was completely alone in the room, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After stripping himself naked in a few strokes, Cong also squatted down in the bucket, his whole body immersed in water, leaving only his head.

He rubbed the mud on his body hard, and the more he rubbed, the more disgusting it became, almost making him vomit.

He was originally a beggar, so of course he didn't have the conditions to take a bath.

Thinking of traveling to this era, Cong couldn't help but worry about his future.

This is the most chaotic era. Human life is like a piece of grass, and it can easily turn into a number in the history book.

"[Cong Ye] passed the screening and entered the [Wanjie Chat Group]."

Cong also suspected that he was starving and hallucinating.

A white light screen suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was exactly the same as the work chat group on WeChat in his previous life.

He stretched out his hand and touched it, as if touching a piece of white jade.

Ice is cool, smooth and delicate.

[Chang'e, the No. [-] DJ in the fairy world]: "There's a newcomer, will you come to the live disco show tonight? @all members"

[The most affectionate Tianpeng Marshal in the fairy world]: "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

[I am not Yang Jian, I am Erlang Shenjun]: "Okay."

[Chang'e, the No. [-] DJ in the fairy world]: "My top brother, why don't you speak? @老正经玉皇大帝"

[Old Serious Jade Emperor]: "Ahem, I will definitely support you."

[I am your mother Nuwa]: "Are you dancing again? I haven't finished making humans yet? I spent too much time fishing today, and the number of humans I created is not up to standard!"

[Old Serious Jade Emperor]: "Nuwa, you can ask Fuxi to help you."

[I am your mother Nuwa]: "Forgive me for disagreeing with Fuxi's aesthetics."

[I am your father Fuxi]: "{cry}"

[Dragon tendon cramps, please look for me Nezha]: "Hey, a lot of old people are using emojis, it's disgusting."

[I am your father Fuxi]: "Go to hell @哧龙jin please look for me Nezha"