Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Cong Ye just stepped into the gate of Hongfu.

A cry like a slaughtering pig immediately erupted in his ears.

Cong Ye turned his head, and the gatekeeper hugged his legs, tears streaming down his face.

"You are finally back!"

"You are finally back!"

"Second Master is about to sell me!"

"I will never do anything for you again!"

He cried blood.

Cong Ye felt guilty in his heart, and he pulled the gatekeeper up: "Don't worry, I won't let the master sell you."

With Cong Ye's assurance, the gatekeeper sniffed and stood up straight.

He glanced at Cong Ye with his tear-filled eyes complainingly: "That's true of you too! Why haven't you come back for so long? The second master found out that you were gone and got very angry!"

Cong also sighed.

After not seeing him for two days and one night, the master naturally sensed something was wrong, and it was normal for him to get angry.

He patted the doorman on the shoulder, raised his head, and looked over the vermilion eaves to the slightly hazy sky.

At this time, the master should have returned from the pear garden.

"I'll go find the master."

Cong Ye assured the gatekeeper, "Just relax and everything will be fine."

The waiter sniffed and laughed again: "Then be careful! The second master is very angry!"

Cong Ye nodded, walked down the steps, and walked towards the small building where Er Erhong lived.

February Hong lives in a two-story building with a civil structure, red walls and green tiles.

There is also a crystal clear pond in the courtyard of the building, in which koi carps swim leisurely.

The maid who was feeding the koi downstairs saw Cong Ye for the first time. Her eyes widened and she subconsciously looked into the house.

Even though she knew that the second master could not see her, the maid still raised her heart.

"Second Master is angry."

The maid walked lightly and walked to Cong Ye, "Are you going in?"

Cong also nodded.

The maid reminded: "Then you have to change your attitude."

The second master's gloomy look made the maid nervous just thinking about it.

Cong Ye: "Don't worry."

The maid then stepped aside, and Cong Ye stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door.

"master?"

he shouted aloud.

The wooden door creaked and was pushed open from the inside, and Er Erhong's slightly haggard face came into Cong Ye's sight.

His brows were knitted together, and his pursed lips were a little white.

"Come in."

Er Erhong spat out two words.

The voice was slightly cold, like a drop of rain falling on the neck in winter.

Cong Ye obediently entered the house and closed the door.

Family scandals should not be publicized. If the master loses control of his mood, people will not be able to see what is going on in the house.

Er Erhong sat in front of the dressing table. There were various jewelry and rouges on it, which were all things he needed to use when he went on stage.

His ugly face was reflected in the mirror. He said nothing, only waiting for Cong Ye to speak first.

"Master, are you angry?"

Cong also came behind Er Erhong, his hand gently fell on Er Erhong's shoulder, and squeezed it for him.

Er Erhong said with a stern face: "Where have you been these two days?"

It seemed that he was really angry, quite angry.

Cong also judged Er Erhong's mood, and chose to confess between lying and telling the truth.

"I followed Buddha to the mines."

Er Erhong stood up suddenly, turned around and stared at him, with anger in her eyes:

"Nonsense! The current situation is chaotic and it is related to the Japanese affairs. How many people can escape unscathed?"

Rather than being angry, Er Erhong's heart was filled with waves of numbness like a rising tide.

He stared at Cong Ye in front of him, and his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a dazzling red.

His pupils tightened and he raised Cong Ye's hand.

The handkerchief wrapped around Cong Ye's palm was stained with blood.

"You are hurt?"

Er Erhong frowned more and more, and he shouted outside the house: "Bizhu, go call..."

Cong Ye quickly grabbed Er Erhong's sleeve and untied the handkerchief: "Master, I'm not injured."

He was in such a hurry when he came back that he even forgot to take off his handkerchief.

As he expected, the palm of his hand was smooth, as if there had never been a wound.

Fortunately, I didn't follow Zhang Qishan to Zhang Mansion.

Er Erhong took a closer look and found that there were indeed no wounds.

He breathed a sigh of relief and temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart.

Cong also put the handkerchief away and stuffed it into his purse. After all, it belonged to Zhang Qishan, so it would be impolite to throw it away casually.

It's better to let the maid clean up and return it to Zhang Qishan the next time they meet.

He tightened the drawstring of his purse, and when he looked up, the red face of February suddenly enlarged in front of him.

Cong Ye's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously took two steps back.

"master?"

His voice was tight and confused.

Er Erhong's jaw tightened. He forced himself to calm down, and his questioning voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth:

"Have you gone to the grave?"

"Did Zhang Qishan take you down?"

Even though Er Erhong has been away from Jin Pen for several years, his sense of smell and intuition are still sharp.

The moment he got close to Cong Ye, he clearly smelled the rotten and fishy smell on Cong Ye's body.

Cong Ye was so shocked that his lips opened slightly. He didn't know how Er Erhong found out.

Although Er Erhong's words were questions, they were already full of determination.

Cong Ye was silent for a moment, and nodded under Yue Er's red-as-needle eyes.

Er Erhong's heart was instantly overwhelmed by bursts of sadness.

He is not a person who expresses his emotions, but he always seems to be unable to control his emotions easily in front of Cong Ye and when faced with things related to Cong Ye.

He turned around, his back to Cong Ye, and his hands rested on the dressing table.

"You are my apprentice, but you always listen to Zhang Qishan..."

Cong couldn't see Er Erhong's expression, but this sentence was too strong.

It made him feel heavy and uncomfortable.

He stepped forward and hooked Er Erhong's wrist, with a hint of grievance in his voice: "Master..."

The words that come out of your mouth are sometimes the sharpest sword in hurting someone.

Er Erhong's words were nothing more than a double-edged sword, which not only stung himself but also scratched Cong Ye.

Er Erhong took out her hand and stopped talking.

Cong Ye deeply realized at this time that some things had to be changed.

He couldn't let Er Erhong always take him under his wing like a child.

"Master," Cong Ye grabbed Er Erhong's wrist again and stood in front of Er Erhong. His eyes were firm and serious. They were not as spring-like as usual, but with the edges and sharpness of a man, like a man. The unsheathed Leng Feng stood before Er Er Hong's eyes.

Er Erhong panicked, avoided his intrusive gaze, twisted her wrist away, and then froze.

Cong Ye looked calm, but his hands were holding on to him like pliers.

And he couldn't break free.

Hongfu's skills were the most ingenious. Even Zhang Qishan couldn't restrain him, but Cong Ye could easily suppress him.

"Master, I can protect myself, I can protect you, I can protect the Hong Mansion, you trust me."