Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

The cold pistol felt heavy in his hand.

Cong Ye held the gun, pointed it at the target not far away, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

boom!

boom!

……

Six gunshots were fired in succession.

The magazine is empty.

Cong also put down his pistol.

This is the entertainment project that Zhang Qishan came to take him to play.

It has to be said that Cong Ye successfully aroused his interest.

Who wants to miss the opportunity to touch a gun in person?

Zhang Qishan’s applause sounded around Cong Ye:

"Good posture."

Zhang Qishan demonstrated the steps in front of Cong Ye, and Cong Ye immediately started to do it himself.

Regardless of whether he hit the bullseye or not, at least Cong Ye's posture was very standard.

It is not easy to achieve such a standard holding posture for the first time.

He looked at the soldiers who were running toward them with targets in their hands, and joked: "I hope not all of them missed the target."

Although he said that, Cong could clearly hear the expectation in Zhang Qishan's voice.

Zhang Qishan, an old thief, must want to see his joke!

Cong Ye sneered in his heart.

It's a pity that Zhang Qishan is destined to be disappointed.

Because he is the son of God!

His mother belongs to Nuwa!

Does Nuwa know?

Mother Earth!

As his fucking son, how could Cong not even hit a bullseye?

"Lord Buddha, ten rings."

The soldier's expression was even more exciting than Zhang Qishan's. He looked at Cong Ye with burning eyes, as if people in previous lives were watching giant pandas in the zoo.

Zhang Qishan's pupils dilated in surprise. He took a step forward, held the bullseye, and scanned the target inch by inch.

Apart from the bullseye, there is almost no second hole on the target.

This is talent.

For a long time, Zhang Qishan thought.

He waved his hand and asked the soldiers to go back with the target.

He turned around and looked at Cong Ye seriously: "Very impressive."

Not only the miraculous marksmanship that can hit the bull's-eye in one shot, but also the ability of a man to escape from the sky full of moths in a tomb.

Including using a parchment scroll to find the location of the mine.

Cong, like him, carries a shocking secret.

He would not question Cong Ye, and Cong would not question him.

They are curious about each other and respect each other.

Perhaps it is sometimes more interesting to slowly discover and unearth secret treasures on your own.

Zhang Qishan took off the gun from his waist, filled the magazine with bullets, and stuffed the gun into Cong Ye's palm.

Cong Ye was stunned, his eyes confused.

Zhang Qishan gently rubbed the gun, nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and he looked up at Cong Ye with solemn eyes:

"This is the gun that has been with me for the longest time. It means a lot to me. You saved my life in the tomb last time. This is my reward."

Cong Ye touched the cold, high-end, frosted-textured pistol, with words of rejection stuck in his mouth.

He really wanted a gun.

If you miss this village, there won’t be this shop.

He had also heard about the importance and specialness of carrying a gun to the gun owner. Cong Ye hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively:

"Did I really take it?"

Zhang Qishan was amused by his slightly longing eyes. He smiled and nodded: "I originally planned to give it to you, of course you can take it away."

Cong also touched the gun body, so he was not polite.

"Thank you very much." Cong Ye felt that a thank you was a bit weak, so he added: "I will protect you next time you go to the grave."

The importance of Zhang Qishan's weapons is second only to military orders.

After getting Zhang Qishan's gun, Cong Ye could even use it to mobilize the Zhang family's soldiers.

Since Zhang Qishan is so generous, he can't be any less generous.

We are all brothers from now on, and he will definitely keep Zhang Qishan safe.

Nothing else but his strong backing.

——Gods.

Zhang Qishan smiled, revealing his neat and white teeth. He rarely laughed like this, but he looked so handsome when he smiled like this.

"Okay, I will remember what you said."

I will protect you too.

Another sentence was buried in Zhang Qishan's chest.

Some words just need to be engraved in your heart, there is no need to say them out to prove anything.

Zhang Qishan pays more attention to practical actions than nice words.

"Oh, right."

Cong also remembered something and took out a clean handkerchief from his purse.

In order to prevent Zhang Qishan from noticing anything strange, he had already put a layer of bandage on the injured palm before arriving at Zhang's house.

Create the illusion that the wound has not yet healed.

"I'll have it cleaned and returned to you."

Although I know that Zhang Qishan does not lack this handkerchief, it is a basic courtesy to return the handkerchief to its original owner.

After getting the handkerchief, whether Zhang Qishan throws it away or continues to use it is Zhang Qishan's own business.

Zhang Qishan took the handkerchief.

The handkerchief is pure white, with a small "Zhang" embroidered on the lower right corner.

The handkerchief is made of soft, slightly shiny brocade.

When Zhang Qishan pulled the end of the handkerchief and pulled it out from Cong Ye's fingertips, the handkerchief seemed to be electrified, and a numbing feeling spread throughout his body.

Although Zhang Qishan is not a germophobe, he will never keep things that have been used by others.

This square handkerchief is an exception.

He folded the handkerchief in front of Cong Ye and put it into the pocket close to his heart on the inside of his military uniform.

Seeing Cong Ye's eyes following the handkerchief, he smiled: "Don't waste it."

Cong Ye suddenly looked at Zhang Qishan with admiration.

Judging from the luxury of this house and Zhang Qishan's daily expenses on food and clothing, there is a huge difference between Zhang Qishan and frugality.

It turned out that he didn't notice these small details. Zhang Qishan's frugality was reflected in innocuous little things.

To put it harshly, it saves one’s loneliness.

"Leave after dinner?"

Zhang Qishan glanced at the sky where the afterglow still lingered.

Cong Ye shook his head: "No, I'm already planning to eat the new products from Dongdu Tea House."

Zhang Qishan: "..."

The chef of Zhang's house was not as attractive to Cong Ye as the Dongdu Teahouse.

After all, he hired this cook from Yuloudong at a high price.

It can only be said that Cong Ye's taste has changed now.

He couldn't keep up with the pace of poaching people.

Zhang Mansion did not keep Cong Ye.

Cong also tied the gun and magazine given to him by Zhang Qishan to his thigh.

Putting down the robe, nothing could be seen.

Cong Ye walked out of the gate of Zhang Mansion with satisfaction, got on a rickshaw and went straight to Dongdu Teahouse.

As soon as he arrived, he asked the shopkeeper to bring him all the new products into the box.

Box No. 7 in Dongdu Tea House is almost becoming his exclusive box.

While waiting for the side dishes, Cong also started the live broadcast.

Looking at the screen, Cong Ye said: "I will live broadcast a meal for everyone today."

"[Archer Houyi] enters the live broadcast room."

"[Old and serious Jade Emperor] enters the live broadcast room."

"[Zhou Zhiruo, who hates love the most, enters the live broadcast room."

"..."

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room is increasing.

Slowly reaching fifty, it gradually stopped.

"[Nezha, the rebellious son, I, Li Jing, hold the pagoda in my hand]: Can you give us some benefits in the live broadcast room?"

"[Dragon tendons, please look for me, Nezha]: Support!"

The barrage floated on the screen of Cong Ye's live broadcast room.

The number of likes continues to rise.

Cong Ye: "..."

Sure enough, everyone came to watch his live broadcast for a purpose.