Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

A week later, the person who came to send the photos was not Xie Jiuye, but Zhang Qishan.

Er Erhong held the photo in her hand, her eyes lingering on it.

The first one is a group photo of everyone from Jiumen.

He only took a quick glance at Cong Ye who was standing behind Zhang Qishan, and then replaced it with a second photo of him and Cong Ye alone.

In the photo, he is sitting on a chair and Cong is standing behind him, both of them with smiles on their faces.

Er Erhong couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of her lips as she looked at it. The third photo was of Chen Pi and Cong Ye.

The photo was frozen at the moment when Chen Pi's smile appeared. Er Erhong had never seen Chen Pi's bright smile before, and even the fierceness between his eyebrows was much less fierce.

The last photo was of Cong Ye and Huo Xiangu. Huo Xiangu smiled sweetly, but Cong Ye's eyes were dull and his body was a little stiff.

"It's troublesome."

Er Erhong nodded to Zhang Qishan in front of her, her attitude cold and distant.

From the moment Zhang Qishan walked in, Er Erhong was sizing up Zhang Qishan.

The other party's eyes circled around the hall, looking for traces of who it was, and Er Erhong knew it very well.

But he just didn't say this.

Zhang Qishan looked at Yue Erhong quietly for a few seconds, smiled, and asked, "I wonder if Cong is also in the house?"

Er Erhong's expression was slightly cold: "At this hour, Cong shouldn't have gotten up yet."

He is right.

Cong Ye has always been lazy. The sun has not yet come out at this time, and Cong Ye is indeed still lying on the bed.

Zhang Qishan couldn't help but laugh and said: "I have long heard that the second master loves his young apprentice very much. It seems that the rumors are true."

Everyone in Changsha City knows that the Second Master cares most about the young apprentice he has taken on.

Looking at it today, these people are no longer apprentices, but they are more like ancestors.

Er Erhong did not refute and took a sip of strong tea: "Cong Ye is young after all."

A boy who is only sixteen years old cannot be said to be young.

Zhang Qishan saw through it but did not point it out. Instead, he handed over to Er Erhong: "It seems that Zhang came at the wrong time today. I will visit another day."

Er Erhong also stood up and returned the greeting: "Walk slowly."

The housekeeper led Zhang Qishan towards the entrance of Hong Mansion.

Zhang Qishan vaguely saw a patch of Begonia red.

Seeing Zhang Qishan's eyes falling on Xifu Haitang, the housekeeper immediately smiled:

"Xifu Begonia is the second master's favorite flower, and I have a lot of them in my house."

Zhang Qishan nodded, but he was confused: "I remember that flowers like Xifu Begonia shouldn't bloom at this time, right?"

The housekeeper also looked surprised: "When you talk about this, everyone in the house feels weird!"

"Second Master, the begonia flowers begin to wither slowly in autumn every year. This year, Young Master Cong Ye took care of them personally, and the begonia flowers really survived!"

Everyone in the Hong Mansion felt strange.

Usually, no matter how carefully the servants take care of it, they can't stop the short flowering period of Xifu Begonia.

Young Master Cong Ye only watered the flowers, and the begonia flowers bloomed brightly.

"Oh?"

Zhang Qishan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "That is indeed strange."

When they were approaching the gate, Cong Ye's figure appeared in front of the two of them as if strolling.

Zhang Qishan's smile deepened and he looked at the housekeeper: "It seems that I am very lucky."

The smile on the butler's lips was a bit sarcastic.

He watched Er Erhong grow up, but he didn't understand Er Erhong's thoughts.

The second master clearly did not want Master Cong Ye to have too close contact with the defense officer.

"Ok?"

Cong Ye had just gone to the kitchen to fill his stomach. When he went out to eat, he saw Zhang Qishan and the housekeeper.

"Why are you here?"

Although Zhang Qishan's identity is different from the past, Cong is also a comrade who saved Zuo Qianzhi's life with him.

Privately, he didn't want to see Zhang Qishan being respectful like others.

"I came to see you, and I sent you the photos by the way."

Zhang Qishan took a few steps forward and walked to Cong Ye.

Cong also remembered that there were still photos, but, "Why are you looking for me?"

Cong Ye looked at him doubtfully.

Zhang Qishan smiled mysteriously: "Taking you to a place will be worthwhile."

When Zhang Qishan said this, Cong Ye became interested.

Zhang Qishan's extraordinary knowledge made him feel that his trip was worthwhile, and Na Cong really wanted to see it.

"Row."

Cong also nodded.

Zhang Qishan is so tall that he almost blocks his figure.

He stuck out his head and informed the housekeeper behind Zhang Qishan:

"Uncle, remember to tell my master that I'm going out to play!"

The butler forced a smile: "Go! Have fun!"

Cong also nodded affirmatively: "Definitely!"

Seeing Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan's eyes disappear at the door, the housekeeper sighed deeply and walked towards the hall.

Er Erhong was still looking at the photo in her hand. She glanced at the housekeeper from the corner of her eye and asked calmly:

"People were sent out."

The butler nodded with hesitation on his face.

Er Erhong put down the photo in her hand, looked at him, and frowned: "Is there anything else?"

The butler told everything about what had just happened at the door.

Er Erhong suddenly clenched the tea cup in her hand, her eyes darkened slightly, and her voice contained anger: "What on earth does Zhang Qishan want to do?"

There are so many people in Jiumen, but they always pick Cong Ye to attack.

At this time, Cong had already gotten into Zhang Qishan's car.

Zhang Rishan, who was promoted to adjutant, sat in the passenger seat.

Wherever there is Zhang Qishan, he must be there.

Cong also opened the car window, and the spring breeze and the warm sunshine suddenly hit his arms with the breeze.

The cold winter is slowly being covered by the breath of spring, and everything seems full of vitality.

There are gradually more pedestrians on the streets of Changsha.

Spring is here, and poverty is no longer so difficult.

"Where are you going?"

Cong Ye was curious and couldn't help but ask Zhang Qishan.

"Zuo Qianzhi's mansion."

Zhang Qishan revealed a little information to him.

What's in Zuo Qianzhi's mansion?

Cong Ye thought slowly, and a word jumped into his mind.

He narrowed his eyes and looked serious: "It has something to do with human experiments."

Zhang Qishan was helpless and a little surprised: "I didn't expect you to guess it."

It is indeed something related to human experiments.

Arriving at Zuo Qianzhi's mansion.

Cong Ye and three others got out of the car.

Adjutant Zhang led the way.

"There is a huge laboratory under Zuo Qianzhi's mansion, all of which are used for human experiments..."

Zhang Qishan paused, recalling those ferocious faces, and finally defined them as: "corpses."

Cong also noticed the pause in his words. It seemed that it was far from just a corpse.

Rao Shicong was also prepared, but after seeing the monster imprisoned in the iron cage under his feet, his heart still twitched for a while.

"Are you okay?"

Zhang Qishan held Cong Ye's arm.

Cong Ye's face turned a little pale.

They stood on top of the iron cage net, with a group of monsters tightly bound by iron chains at their feet.

With his green face, fangs, and blood-red skin, he can no longer be called a human being.