Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

The dock workers worked all day long, and most of the topics they talked about were wine and women.

Cong Ye is self-aware. He has some fame in Changsha City, but it is far from reaching the ears of these people.

So, how did the person in front of me recognize him?

Cong Ye's doubts did not subside.

Brother Quan was able to get ahead under Chen Pi, which shows how good he is at observing words and emotions.

He pushed away the workers who were crowding around him, nodded and bowed and came diagonally in front of Cong Ye, smiling brightly.

"You are the junior brother of our Captain Chen, how could I not recognize you? Will Captain Chen want to skin me when he comes back?"

"return?"

Cong also caught the loophole in his words: "Where did the tangerine peel go?"

Apart from Tongtai Wharf and Hongfu, Cong couldn't find a third place that Chen Pi could go to on his own initiative.

Brother Quan closed his eyes, his expression changed, he wanted to slap himself in the face, why did he let the news slip?

"Captain, just...just went to see the goods..."

Brother Quan smiled guiltily at Cong Ye.

Cong Ye narrowed his eyes and stared directly at Brother Quan.

Brother Quan swallowed his saliva and avoided Cong Ye's eyes.

Sweating broke out from his back, and he was filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Why did Captain Chen, his junior brother, feel scarier to him than Captain Chen?

Those dark eyes were like the undercurrent on the sea, making people tremble with fear.

"When does he come back?"

Just when Brother Quan was so nervous that he was almost suffocating himself to death, Cong Ye's questions sounded like the sound of nature in his ears.

Seeing that Cong was no longer obsessed with the whereabouts of Captain Chen, Brother Quan breathed a sigh of relief:

"I don't know about this! Captain Chen won't talk to people like us when doing things."

No one knows Chen Pi's character better than Cong Ye.

In his heart, human life is as trivial as killing a person is as easy as trampling on an ant.

If he forced himself to find out the whereabouts of Chen Pi from this man today, his body would be floating on the river tomorrow.

After all, Brother Quan in front of him is Chen Pi's laborer.

Cong Ye was also a laborer in his previous life.

Why make it difficult to beat workers.

Cong also got in the car and headed home.

His fingers picked up the little jade rabbit pendant hanging from his waist and purse.

This was something Cong Ye picked up at the door when he was eight years old. Now he was sure it was tangerine peel.

The man on the dock just now clearly recognized his identity after seeing the pendant.

Chen Pi is too unstable, and Cong Ye sometimes doesn't understand what he wants to do.

The next morning.

The sun rarely shines in winter.

Cong Ye supported Er Erhong and strolled leisurely in the yard full of Xifu crabapples.

The sun is bright and shines warmly on people.

After February red poisoning, the chills became more severe.

The peony pink bright satin fox velvet winter coat embroidered made him look better, and there was also a lake blue chinchilla leather cloak on the outside.

“They drive really well.”

February's red fingers passed over the Xifu crabapples that were in full bloom even in winter.

Begonia flowers are still blooming in winter, which must be a strange thing to tell.

Er Erhong was poisoned and was already depressed, and Cong didn't want Begonia to wither at this time of year, lest Er Erhong would become even more depressed.

In exchange for the potion from Sister Flora, the already declining Xifu Begonia regained its vitality.

"I have always been taking care of them. Next year I won't care about them. The master will water and weed them by himself."

He held Er Erhong's arm and could clearly feel that Er Erhong was losing weight day after day.

He blinked his eyes, holding back the surging emotions.

Er Erhong smiled faintly, but still cooperated with him and said: "Okay, the master will do it himself next year."

When he said this, Er Erhong didn't know if he could survive this cold winter.

Cong also noticed a deep sadness in Er Erhong, which was soaked in his bones. Although he was smiling, the sadness was radiating out all the time like the fragrance of flowers.

"Master, apart from Changsha, I have never been to other places. Once you are cured in Peiping, we will visit more places across the country."

His tone is relaxed.

Er Erhong smiled: "Okay."

After walking for a while, Er Erhong started to cough and feel sleepy. Cong Ye helped Er Er Hong back to the room to rest.

As usual, she stayed with Er Erhong until he was completely asleep, then Cong also exited the room.

The maid stood at the door of the courtyard, waving her hands desperately.

Cong Ye stepped forward and asked, "What happened?"

Now the February red in the house is poisoned, the tangerine peel has disappeared, and the backbone has become Congye.

Mr. Hong led the troupe all over the country a month ago.

The maid quickly said: "Chen Pi is back and is in the front hall."

"He asked me to come to you."

The maid swallowed, thinking of Chen Pi's fierce eyes, she couldn't help but shrink her neck.

Cong Ye walked quickly towards the front hall, wondering what Chen Pi was doing.

Chen Pi sat on the sandalwood chair, his hands resting on the table beside him.

There is an invitation quietly placed on hand.

Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes.

Cong Ye's figure occupied his pupils.

"Where have you been?"

Cong Ye asked him, "I didn't even say hello."

Chen Pi had no expression on his face and knocked on the thing at hand.

Only then did Cong Ye see the invitation. He opened it and saw that it was the invitation from Peking Crescent Hotel to Peng Sanbian.

"you!"

Cong Ye looked at him in shock, feeling a storm in his heart.

Peng Sanbian will not arrive in Changsha until noon tomorrow, but Chen Pi has received the invitation now.

This means that Chen Pi took the train and took the initiative to find Peng Sanbian instead of waiting for Peng Sanbian to arrive in Changsha.

Chen Pi: "I will kill the person."

This way you have absolutely no worries.

Chen Pi suddenly frowned and tightened his lips with very small movements.

Cong Ye felt complicated.

Although everyone knew about Er Erhong's poisoning, no one knew about their plan to steal Peng Sanbian's invitation.

The fact that this invitation reached Cong Ye's hands meant that Chen Pi listened to his conversation with Jiu Ye that day.

"The invitation is here, why don't you prepare it?"

Chen Pi never seems to be able to speak to Cong Ye in a gentle manner.

Even at this time, his tone was still full of impatience.

It was as if the Cong in front of him was someone he hated very much.

Cong Ye's throat seemed to be blocked and he could only say a stiff "Thank you".

Chen Pi turned his head away, his expression not changing much.

Cong Ye turned around and left, disappearing at the door.

Chen Pi's tight muscles suddenly relaxed, suppressing the fishy smell in his mouth.

Peng Sanbian is well-known in Shanxi. His skills are not bad and his whip is excellent.

It took him a lot of effort to kill Peng Sanbian.

There are inevitably wounds on the body. Running back and forth without any time to rest, the wounds have worsened a lot.

He had to go back to the pier to take care of things later. Chen Pi stood up on the chair, and the clothes on his back and chest were stained with blood.

Chen Pi frowned, the clothes he had just changed were dirty again.

Fortunately, that boy Cong Ye left.

Chen Pi pulled at the clothes that were stained with the wound. His chest felt like a knife had been cut, and it was burning and painful.

He took a breath and suddenly heard a familiar voice in front of him.

"You still know it hurts?"