Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

A black car drove past on the streets of Changsha.

In the car, Cong Ye told Master Jiu what happened to Er Erhong.

Jie Jiuye sat next to him, still wearing a white suit and gold-rimmed glasses, looking gentle and elegant.

After studying in Japan for four years, Xie Jiuye returned to Changsha not long ago.

When he saw Cong Ye looking for him about the second master's affairs, he got in the car without hesitation.

After hearing the cause and effect of the matter, he looked unpredictable:

"The second master has been very talented since he was a child, and he is extremely cautious and anti-infectious. It really surprises me that such a thing would happen to the second master."

His eyes were blocked by lenses and he sighed:

"Second Master is really affectionate towards you as his apprentice."

Cong Ye felt strange when he heard what he said, but he didn’t think much about it and agreed:

"Master is naturally very good to me."

Jie Jiuye wanted to say something else, but when he saw the gate of Hong Mansion out of the corner of his eye, he swallowed his words:

"arrive."

Cong Ye brought Jie Jiuye to the February Red Room.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Master, Master Jiu is here."

"come in."

Er Erhong's voice came.

Cong Ye frowned, why is the master's voice so weak?

When he opened the door, a fishy smell passed into the tip of Cong Ye's nose. His pupils tightened and he immediately ran in, his breathing becoming panicked and rapid.

Er Erhong leaned against the bed, her hands covered in blood.

His face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with large beads of sweat.

At first he could hold back the cough, but later, the cough became uncontrollable.

He was coughing up more and more blood, and there was a sharp sting in his chest from time to time.

"master……"

Cong Ye's trembling hands covered Er Er Hong's blood-covered hands. He squatted down in front of Er Er Hong, his throat tightened, and his voice was trembling:

"How could this be?"

He only left for a while, why did Er Erhong become like this?

He turned around and looked anxiously for Master Jiu, who was standing in front of the dressing table. He picked up the jade bracelet with tweezers and his eyes wandered back and forth on the bracelet.

"Poison caught in jade is generally very toxic."

Master Jiu sighed, put down the things in his hands, walked quickly to Er Erhong, placed the medical kit at his feet, and looked heavily at Er Er Hong's pale face:

"Second Master, let me take your pulse."

Cong Ye quickly let go of Er Erhong's hand.

Jie Jiuye's fingers touched Er Erhong's pulse.

The room was silent.

Cong Ye stared at Master Jiu intently, his heart so nervous that he almost jumped out.

As Jie Jiuye's expression became more and more solemn, Cong Ye's heart kept falling.

At this time, every minute and every second of waiting seemed so long.

After a while.

Jie Jiuye withdrew his hand and glanced at the delicate wound on Er Erhong's fingertips with complicated eyes:

"Second Master, this poison has invaded your body."

This is not the answer Cong also wants to hear.

"Can it be removed?"

Cong Ye asked impatiently.

Jie Jiuye's eyes fell from Er Erhong to Cong Ye, and he was silent for a moment: "It's possible, but it's extremely difficult."

This poison was something he had never seen before. The speed of infection and expansion was astonishing, and its toxicity was so strong that it had begun to corrode Er Erhong's organs.

"Please tell Master Jiu how to do it."

As long as there is a way, we must do it no matter how difficult it is.

Cong couldn't imagine Hongfu without February Red, let alone accept it.

If there is nothing he can do in reality, he will go to the gods to ask for medicine.

As long as it can save February Red, anything can be done.

"The medicine to remove this poison is rare and hard to find, and the poison spreads too fast..."

Jie Jiuye glanced at Er Erhong, and his unfinished meaning was clear.

What he means is that even if the medicinal materials are found, if they are not found within the time, it will still be useless.

"Please let Master Jiu inform you of the medicinal materials and time."

Cong also held Er Erhong's hand.

As soon as he thought about Er Erhong's death, his heart felt like a dead leaf that was easily crushed in autumn, and the pain spread to his limbs and bones.

No matter what, he will never let February Hong die.

Cong Ye's mind became clearer and clearer because of the pain.

Jie Jiuye glanced at their intertwined hands: "Deer live grass, one month."

Deer live grass is the medicinal material they need, and one month is the period of February red.

Jie Jiuye looked at them, wondering what he thought of, and his expression became a little more relaxed:

"I just received the news about the deer live grass. The Crescent Hotel in Peking will auction the deer live grass in a week."

Master Xie Jiu is a businessman, and businessmen are often the best informed.

What's more, it's news related to the auction.

After Master Jiu heard about it at that time, he remembered it in his heart. Unexpectedly, it would actually come in handy now.

Cong also breathed a sigh of relief. It’s good if there’s news. If there’s news, there’s hope. He nodded solemnly:

"Thank you Master Jiu, we will go to Peiping immediately."

"No," Jie Jiuye shook his head and explained, "Beiping Crescent Hotel requires an invitation."

He lowered his eyes and kept thinking about the news he heard in his mind. Finally, his thoughts stopped on a person's name.

He raised his eyes and looked at Cong Ye. From his expression, Cong Ye could see that he had a solution.

"Please Master Jiu, please point me to a clear path."

Jie Jiuye: "Peng Sanbian, a wealthy businessman from Shanxi, is taking a train to the Crescent Hotel. He will definitely pass through Changsha. Then he can take the opportunity to get the invitation from Peng Sanbian."

"it is good."

Cong didn’t hesitate.

Jie Jiuye reminded him: "Peng Sanbian is extremely skilled, and his whip is even more impressive. You have to be careful."

"Ninth Master..."

Seeing that Cong Ye wanted to thank me again, Master Jiu quickly raised his hand: "Nine gates are one, there is no need to be polite to me."

He is a businessman and he prefers investing.

This time, the person he invested in was none other than Cong Ye.

After helping Er Erhong clean the wound on her hand and prescribing some medicine to relieve the cough, Jiu Ye took his leave. Cong also sent Jiu Ye away but was rejected.

"It's more important than anything else for you to stay with your master."

Er Yuehong raised her head when she heard this.

His eyes met Jiuye from a distance.

Master Jiu didn't say a word, but Er Erhong knew it better than anyone.

Master Jiu guessed it.

How could someone as smart and thoughtful as Master Jiu not see what he was thinking?

Er Erhong sighed and touched Cong Ye's head with her gauze-wrapped hand.

All this was so sudden that he couldn't react.

The news that he would die a month later was abrupt and untrue.

But there was still a dense pain in his heart.

Touching Cong Ye's head, he didn't dodge, he was so well-behaved.

Er Erhong knew that this was related to his poisoning.

When Cong Ye raised his head, Er Erhong was stunned.

Cong Ye's eyes and nose were red, and his pupils were soaked in water, as if a rain had fallen into his eyes, and even Er Erhong's heart was wetted.

"Master, I will definitely get the deer live grass."

"Do not you worry."

He held Er Erhong's hand in his palm and pressed his cheek against his hand.

Just like when I was a kid.

February's red eyes were filled with soreness. She took a deep breath and forced back the sparkle in her eyes.

His wrist suddenly became wet. Er Erhong looked at Cong Ye's dark hair, and Cong Ye's tears burned into his heart.

He really wanted to accompany Cong Ye.

He doesn't want to die yet.