Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

At midnight on October 1931, 10.

A mysterious train pulled into Changsha Station and woke up the night watchman who was sleeping in the duty room.

Out of curiosity, the night watchman stepped forward to check on the train that suddenly entered the station.

When he opened the dusty car window, the corpse hanging inside frightened him half to death.

Qi Tiezui is a very talented storyteller. A simple thing he tells has ups and downs, as if there is really something ghostly at work.

Qi Tiezui saw that apart from the interest on Cong Ye's face, there was no trace of frightened panic at all, and he couldn't help but be disappointed: "You're not scared at all!"

Cong Ye tapped his knees lazily with his fingertips: "It's because this matter is not scary at all."

What's more, Cong Ye's group is full of ghosts and ghosts, and I haven't seen anything weird during the live broadcast.

This incident happened last night, but no news leaked out in Changsha City. No one except Zhang Qishan could do it.

Zhang Qishan may have blocked the news internally because he was afraid that the news would spread and cause panic among the people.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao will arrive.

Adjutant Zhang in military uniform stood in front of Qi Tiezui's stall.

"Ba Ye," Adjutant Zhang lowered his head and greeted Qi Tiezui. Behind him were two soldiers with guns. His eyes fell on Cong Ye who was behind Qi Tiezui, "Cong Ye."

Cong also smiled at him.

Adjutant Zhang straightened his military cap uncomfortably, the tips of his ears hidden between his black hair turning red.

"Hey! Adjutant, are you here to tell fortunes?"

Qi Tiezui said and went to touch Adjutant Zhang's hand.

Adjutant Zhang quickly took a step back and pointed at the pistol on his waist.

Qi Tiezui: "..."

He laughed twice and said obediently: "Master Buddha, what can I do?"

Adjutant Zhang nodded: "Master Fo please ask Master Ba to go to Changsha Station."

Qi Tiezui was dumbfounded and retreated in his heart.

He counted with his fingers and realized that it was either bad or bad. He rolled his eyes and smiled: "To be honest, I have important matters at home..."

He packed his luggage and was about to run away, but Adjutant Zhang's hand stopped him in front of him. Adjutant Zhang had a polite smile on his face:

"Master Buddha said that if Master Ba doesn't come, he will be shot."

Qi Tiezui: "..."

He knew in his heart that he would not be able to escape this time.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

He slowly turned around and looked at Cong Ye's position.

However, to his disappointment, the place was empty, let alone people.

"What about people?"

What about a real person?

Qi Tiezui's eyes almost popped out.

Adjutant Zhang coughed twice, suppressed the smile in his eyes, and reminded Qi Tiezui: "Ba Ye, please!"

Qi Tiezui stamped his feet, gritted his teeth and walked towards Changsha Station.

Adjutant Zhang looked back and saw Cong Ye's figure at the end of the alley not far away.

Cong didn't want to wade into the muddy water. He leisurely bought Er Erhong's favorite snacks and walked towards the pear garden.

The opera has started in the Liyuan. Er Yue Hong has become more and more famous in recent years, and it is hard to get a ticket. Many people have traveled thousands of miles to Changsha just to listen to Er Yue Hong's play.

Before Cong Yeren could get closer, he heard the sound of controversy at the entrance of the Liyuan.

"I spent a lot of effort to buy this ticket!"

"It's only just started, so just let me in!"

A beautiful woman in a black and gold cheongsam led her maid to negotiate with the steward of the opera garden.

The steward looked embarrassed, but refused firmly: "Madam, our rule here is that once the show starts, there is no possibility of letting anyone in."

The beautiful woman was so anxious that she clenched the hand of the maid next to her, and her various pleas had no effect.

The rules set by the master are indeed true. The manager does not dare to be accommodating privately and break the rules.

Cong Ye's figure came into the steward's sight, and the steward stepped forward to meet him.

"Young Master, did you come so early today?"

Cong Ye would come to the Liyuan from time to time and everyone here would recognize him.

He nodded: "I just have nothing to do."

The steward glanced at the snacks in Cong Ye's hand and smiled happily: "If the second master knew that you were here and brought his favorite pastries, he would be in a better mood."

Cong Ye smiled and walked into the door opened by the steward.

When Cong Ye disappeared, the steward immediately closed the door.

This action made the beautiful woman puzzled.

She stepped forward on high heels and asked, "Didn't it say that once the play starts, no one can enter?"

The maid quickly followed suit: "Yes! Could it be that you are bullying my wife?"

The steward waved helplessly and quickly explained: "You two really misunderstood!"

He pointed to the door that had just been closed and said seriously: "That was our second master's beloved disciple just now. Naturally, he is allowed to come in and out of this opera garden!"

The beautiful woman gritted her teeth, looked at each other with the maid, and finally left the opera house helplessly.

The steward was relieved when he saw this.

There is always a private room for Cong Ye in the opera house.

No matter what time, there would be no other person besides Er Erhong in Cong Ye's box.

Cong Ye was lucky enough to have Yue Hong's specialty show "The Drunken Concubine" on stage.

He put the pastry on the table in the box, walked to the stand, his eyes fell on Er Erhong on the stage, and admired his chef's performance.

The imperial concubine who is red in February is naturally extremely beautiful in appearance, with snow-carved skin and crisp bones. Her beauty is infinitely noble, and her soft charm reveals a hint of agility. He manipulated the concubine's posture and look to her advantage. It was as if Concubine Yang had reappeared.

Liyuan guests travel thousands of miles to watch the opera, and it is well worth it to enjoy February Red's performance.

Many people looked obsessed, and kept shaking their heads and praising Er Erhong's melodious voice.

However, sometimes, bad things happen.

Hearing the commotion downstairs, Cong also put down the teacup in his hand.

The man in the hall overturned the table in front of him and said in a rough voice, which ruined the atmosphere in front of him:

"Babbling! What the hell are you singing?"

"Thank you for coming so far to see me!"

"What's so cool about a man pretending to be a woman?"

"It's disgusting!"

The man has dark skin and a pair of eyes full of ferocity.

As if it wasn't enough for him to vent his dissatisfaction, he actually jumped on the stage and stretched his hand towards Er Erhong with malicious intent.

"what!"

A scream also came from this arrogant mouth.

The man held his wrist, shaking in pain. If he looked carefully, he saw that five of his fingers were pierced by small iron nails at the same time, and blood dripped down.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain can be imagined.

"Oh shit!"

"What bastard attacked me secretly!"

"Get out of here!"

Seeing the nails on the man's fingers, Er Erhong raised her head and looked at the box upstairs. Cong also smiled at him.

The corners of February's red lips were slightly raised.

"Don't invite this guest out yet."

Cong Ye stood on the balcony of the box and gave instructions to the boy in the hall below.

The boy finally came to his senses and nodded, then stepped forward to suppress the troublemaking man.