Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Four-cornered palace lanterns hang on the eaves of the cloister.

The light of the candles in the palace lantern was blown by the wind and trembled, making people think of the trembling eyes of small animals.

Cong also changed into a long gown and stood under the flickering candlelight.

The sound of an argument came from the front hall not far away.

It was the voices of Er Erhong and Mr. Hong.

Thanks to his sensitive five senses, Cong Ye clearly heard the content of the dispute between the two.

It seems that Er Erhong discovered the relationship between Mr. Hong and the traitor Zuo Qianzhi.

After a while, Er Erhong rushed out of the room, her usually calm and steady pace a bit hasty.

"Cong Ye?"

The dark clouds in the sky were floating, and the half-circle moon showed its face.

The moonlight illuminated a figure under the eaves.

Er Erhong stopped, her eyes dark and unclear.

"Why are you still up so late?"

He stood there and watched Cong walking towards him.

"Can't sleep."

Cong didn't tell Er Erhong that he had just come back, and he stopped beside Er Erhong.

Er Erhong was silent for a while, then asked:

"You heard everything?"

His tone is sure.

As Cong Ye's master, he realized early on that Cong Ye had five senses that were different from ordinary people.

The conversation between him and his father could not be said to be big, but it was definitely not small either.

According to Cong Ye's hearing, he must have heard the words clearly.

Cong also nodded.

Er Erhong said nothing.

The silence gradually increased.

"Go back and have a good rest. This matter has nothing to do with you, so don't think too much about it."

Er Erhong put her hand on Cong Ye's shoulder and said this.

His eyes swept over Cong Ye's slightly childish cheeks, and his eyes gradually became calm and soft.

Whether it is February Red or Chenpi, Cong Ye always treats Cong Ye as a child, and Cong Ye is speechless.

He is actually quite mature.

Cong Ye returned to his room despite Er Erhong's gaze.

Master Hong is helping Zuo Qianzhi, so Master Hong will also be Zhang Qishan's enemy.

Er Erhong and Zhang Qishan will collide sooner or later.

Cong also fell asleep thinking about it.

When he woke up, the sunlight had already penetrated the window lattice and shone on his bedside.

"You finally woke up. The young master has gone to the opera garden at this time, and Chen Pi also went to the dock early in the morning. You are the only one who is still sleeping in!"

The maid in the mansion opened the door, holding a basin of water in her hand.

She teased with a smile.

Cong didn't have the airs of a master, and got along well with the maids and servants in the mansion.

He put on his shoes and slowly dipped his hand into the water in the basin.

He suddenly turned around and asked the little maid beside him: "Is there anyone else in the house?"

The maid rolled her eyes and thought, "Oh! That's right! The master is at home!"

She lowered her voice and approached Cong Ye: "It seems that there are guests coming to the house tonight. The master ordered the kitchen to start busy early in the morning. They are all big dishes."

Cong Ye suddenly woke up.

According to Mr. Hong's status in Changsha City, he can treat guests so seriously.

Who else could it be besides Zuo Qianzhi?

Yesterday, he heard the argument between Master Hong and Er Erhong, and then he knew what Master Hong wanted to do.

Nowadays, the world is in chaos. Although the Nine Sects of Changsha City are powerful, there are many local masters from outside. What Mr. Hong wants to do is to bring all the tomb robbing businesses in Changsha City under the Hong family, and completely make the Hong family the leader. People from the Nine Gates of Changsha City.

This is not an easy task.

So Mr. Hong colluded with Zuo Qianzhi, who held the military and political power in Changsha.

The two of them engaged in business and politics, trying to cover the sky in Changsha City with one hand.

"I'm going out."

After hurriedly washing up, Cong Ye rushed out the door.

The little maid looked blankly at the empty room and shook her head in confusion: "Why is it so urgent? I haven't even had breakfast yet."

Cong, who came to the street, handed a piece of paper to the inconspicuous beggar in the corner.

The beggar held the note in his hand, bowed his head and left the place.

Cong Ye went to the teahouse box to wait.

When a cup of hot tea was about to cool down, a familiar figure opened the box door.

Zhang Qishan sat opposite him and asked, "What happened?"

While he was patrolling the streets, a beggar suddenly stopped in front of him and handed him a note.

Box No. 7, Dongdu Tea House.

Scanning the content on the note, Zhang Qishan instantly understood whose handwriting it came from.

So, the patrol task was handed over to Zhang Qishan, who came to attend Cong Ye's appointment.

"Do you know about the Hongfu banquet tonight?"

Cong Ye asked.

Zhang Qishan nodded and smiled: "To be honest, I am one of these guests."

Cong Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes fell on Zhang Qishan's half-smiling eyes: "Who else besides you?"

Zhang Qishan's thin lips spit out three words: "Zuo Qianzhi."

Mr. Hong invited Zuo Qianzhi and Zhang Qishan to the Hong Mansion for a banquet?

Cong Ye let out a sneer and saw blood: "Hongmen Banquet."

No need to guess too much, Cong can almost conclude that the purpose of Master Hong and Zuo Qianzhi is to get rid of Zhang Qishan in Hong Mansion.

"With you here, it won't be Hongmen Banquet."

The smile on Zhang Qishan's lips deepened. Even he himself didn't know where his inexplicable trust in Cong Ye came from.

"..."

Cong Ye looked at him strangely.

For a moment, he suspected that Zhang Qishan's brain was rusty.

He is Er Erhong's apprentice, and Master Hong is his master.

Zhang Qishan's words really come from nowhere.

Zhang Qishan coughed twice and lowered his eyes under Cong Ye's strange gaze. When he raised his eyes again, although he was still smiling, the seriousness in his expression could not be ignored.

"Cong Ye, you won't watch me die, right?"

The Hong Mansion is a family of tomb robbers, and there are countless secret passages in the mansion.

No matter how good Zhang Qishan's skills are, entering the Hong Mansion is like catching a turtle in an urn.

Of course Cong Ye would not watch Zhang Qishan die.

He said that he didn't hate Zhang Qishan.

"Have you ever thought that the Hong Mansion may be your burial place, and it may also be the burial place of Zuo Qianzhi?"

Since Mr. Hong and Zuo Qian have laid a dead end, why not change the positions of the hunter and the prey?

Cong Ye propped up his chin and tapped his fingers silently on the table. There was an overwhelming coldness in the ends of his upturned eyes.

Zhang Qishan looked at him intently, the curvature of the corners of his lips widened:

"Right on my mind."

The one who knows him is none other than Cong.

"So, a plan?"

"Okay."

No one knows Hongfu better than Cong Ye.

If you want to get rid of Zuo Qianzhi in Hongfu, you will naturally act according to his plan.

Cong also finished talking about his plan.

Zhang Qishan immediately followed: "Just do as you say."

These words made Cong Ye raise his eyes again, staring at Zhang Qishan in front of him.

Because they were discussing plans, the two of them got very close.

Zhang Qishan didn't feel any embarrassment at all, he was generous and allowed Cong Ye to look at him.

Cong Ye found it strange that he and Zhang Qishan had only met three times before Zhang Qishan could put his life in his hands.

Although he couldn't figure it out, Zhang Qishan was willing to cooperate, so he naturally had no dissatisfaction.