Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

After turning a living person into a monster, Zuo Qianzhi died too easily!

Cong Ye calmed down and shook his head: "I'm fine."

But at the moment he saw it, something broke his world view.

But Cong also thought about it, this is an imaginary world of tomb robbers, and monsters are not surprising.

"Are they all still alive?"

Cong Ye asked.

These monsters seem to be extremely powerful. If they are alive and released, I don’t know how many people will suffer.

Zhang Qishan's face was solemn:

"According to the information I collected from Zuo Qian's Mansion, these monsters will be resurrected after inhaling some specific poisonous gas."

Cong Ye's throat tightened: "Zuo Qianzhi and the others are experimenting with living people. Do they want to create humanoid weapons?"

As for whom it was built for, you can tell from Zuo Qianzhi's identity as a traitor.

Zhang Qishan nodded: "There should be such a purpose."

He lowered his eyes slightly, and a dark light flashed in his pupils.

Building humanoid weapons is one thing, but experimenting with immortality is another.

How could the Japanese and Zuo Qianzhi, who learned the secrets of the Zhang family, resist the temptation of immortality?

No one in this world can resist the temptation of immortality.

Of course Cong Ye didn't know what Zhang Qishan was thinking.

He is more concerned about another thing now: "What are you going to do with these... people?"

Zhang Qishan looked at him: "What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Adjutant Zhang also set his sights on Cong Ye.

Cong Ye: "Kill."

These people can no longer be called human beings.

Although these two words are cruel, in order to prevent more people from getting hurt, they can only be eliminated.

Zhang Qishan nodded and agreed: "I think so too."

He took out the gun from his arms and pointed it at the hearts of these people.

"I'll go up first."

Cong was not interested in watching Zhang Qishan's live performance of marksmanship and walked up the stairs.

Looking at his back, Zhang Qishan motioned to the adjutant beside him to follow him.

Adjutant Zhang nodded and followed Cong Ye.

"Why did you come up?"

Cong Ye was admiring the traitor Zuo Qianzhi's mansion when footsteps came from behind him.

Adjutant Zhang stood behind him and reminded: "There are many agencies in Zuo Qianzhi's house."

He didn't need to say much for Cong to understand what he meant.

"Zhang Qishan asked you to come up and protect me?"

Cong Ye asked.

Adjutant Zhang nodded seriously.

Cong didn’t say anything.

He didn't know when his image in Zhang Qishan's heart became so weak.

It seems that I still have to find an opportunity to show off and smash through the wall with my bare hands.

They have to have a clear understanding of his physical fitness and strength.

Gunshots came from underfoot, and the ground shook slightly.

Neither Cong Ye nor Adjutant Zhang said anything.

Cong was also vaguely aware.

The monsters we saw today were just the beginning.

After a while, Zhang Qishan walked out of the secret passage.

He clapped his gloves and looked at Cong Ye: "I'm going to discuss something with the bosses of several chambers of commerce in Changsha later? Do you want to come together?"

Cong Ye stared at him strangely: "What should I do?"

The smile on Zhang Qishan's lips rose again:

"You will also follow the second master to manage the pear orchard industry in the future, and you will have to learn these things sooner or later. Today, I will let you get in touch with them in advance."

The teasing tone in his tone almost overflowed.

"Don't go."

Might as well play mahjong.

Cong Ye shook his head firmly.

Zhang Qishan didn't force him, it was just to tease Cong Ye.

He ordered Adjutant Zhang: "Send the people to the Hong Mansion."

Before Adjutant Zhang could nod, he was immediately rejected by Cong Ye:

"Need not!"

"I don't want to go back yet, I have to go play later."

Cong Ye finally came out and couldn't go back just now.

I have to move my muscles anyway.

I've been playing mahjong so hard this week that my bones have become soft.

Zhang Qishan glanced at him and nodded: "That's okay."

He got into the car and told Cong Ye: "Be careful."

Cong also waved impatiently: "Don't worry."

Zhang Qishan: "..."

Until the car was far away, his cold heart could not be relieved.

There is a chilling feeling of being deeply disliked by others.

Cong Ye ran to find his little friend Yatou.

"what?"

Cong was also a little surprised, "The noodle stall is not open?"

In all these years, he has never seen the noodle stall at Yatou's house closed.

What happened today?

Cong Ye skillfully found his way into a narrow alley behind the noodle stall.

An entire alley is filled with shanty towns, and many people live crowded here.

Cong also found the small house of the girl's house.

The door was open, and a strong smell of medicine floated in the air.

Accompanied by a cough from time to time.

Cong was also standing at the door. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he happened to bump into a girl with red eyes walking out the door.

"Cong Ye?"

The girl looked at him in surprise, holding a wooden basin filled with water in her hand, with a bloody towel floating in it.

"How did you come?"

The girl put down the tub and wiped her hands on the apron around her waist.

"I saw that the noodle stall wasn't open. I was worried that something might happen to you, so I came to see you."

Cong Ye's eyes fell on the girl's slightly red and swollen almond eyes.

"Do you want some noodles? I'll get you another bowl."

The girl pursed her lips and immediately walked towards the kitchen.

Cong Ye quickly grabbed her: "No, I just came to play with you."

He was silent for a while and asked: "What happened? Is your father sick? If you need help, please tell me."

The girl didn't say anything, but looked at him intently with her eyes open. After a while, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears.

Tears fell from her cheeks drop by drop, hitting the ground and making a small splash.

"My father can't be cured."

The girl's grievance and helplessness were like a flood that burst a dam and drowned her.

"Have you asked a doctor?"

Cong Ye opened his mouth and looked at the girl who couldn't stop crying in front of him, feeling a little at a loss.

The girl nodded and said with a cry: "I asked... but all the doctors said... they couldn't cure it..."

The level of medical care in this era is so poor.

If you are seriously ill, there is really nothing you can do to save yourself.

"Girl...girl..."

The girl's father's shout came from the door.

The voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows.

The girl ran in quickly.

Cong also followed the girl.

The girl's father on the bed had a sallow complexion, deep sunken eye sockets, and was as thin as a skeleton, with a layer of skin covering the bones.

The girl's father's originally cloudy eyes radiated light, which seemed like...

Back to light.

A word appeared in Cong Ye's mind.

"Master Cong Ye!"

The girl's father tremblingly stretched out his hand towards Cong Ye.

Cong Ye looked at the girl and understood something.

He grabbed the girl's father's hand.

"I...I ask you something!"

The girl's father seemed to be giving his last breath.

"I will help whatever I can."