Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

He searched the group and couldn't find Xu Xian's account at all.

Fairy Ziwei and Nezha are not only people from the same world, but also people selected by the chat group, so they can log in to each other's accounts, but how does Xu Xian explain it?

The chat group cannot be seen except by the selected people, and Xu Xian not only knows the existence of the chat group, but can also log in to the White Snake's account.

This violates the rules of the chat group.

The group fell into dead silence again.

Bai Suzhen finally couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to reply to Cong Ye.

[Bai Suzhen, Lady of Xu Xian]: "What step can you take for your master?"

[I am your mother Nuwa]: "@Xuxianniangzibaisuzhen{smile}"

[Ms. Xu Xian Bai Suzhen]: "Ms. Nuwa, I once faced the pain of losing a loved one. I understand Cong Ye. If he was not at a loss, he would not ask us for help."

Nuwa then stopped speaking.

[Cong Ye]: "I can do anything."

Now keeping Er Erhong alive is more important than anything else.

[Chang'e, the No. [-] DJ in the fairy world]: "It's time! {Excited}"

[Xu Xian Madam Bai Suzhen]: "With the spiritual blood of Nuwa, you are no longer a human being. You have endless life, an ageless appearance, and various powerful abilities. You can live happily in the human world. , humans will respect you, worship you, and love you, are you willing to give up all this for your master?"

[Cong Ye]: "Giving up immortality?"

In the past, Cong didn't know what it was like to live forever, but it was not a bad thing to live longer.

Now, he gradually began to realize the true meaning of immortality.

The poisoning of February Red is like an introduction, which leads to Cong Ye's understanding of death.

One day, Cong will also watch helplessly as Er Erhong dies, Chen Pi dies, Zhang Qishan dies, Qi Tiezui dies, the adjutant dies...

Everyone he knows, knows well, likes and respects will leave him one by one.

Few people can survive such despair. The end of eternal life is either madness or stupidity.

While Cong Ye was thinking, the news in the group was updated again.

[Bai Suzhen, Lady of Xu Xian]: "The reason why I, the official, can see the chat group is because when I, the official, was about to die, I gave up my thousand-year cultivation and transferred my cultivation to the official, in exchange for the certification of the chat group. An opportunity to get help from the gods in the group.”

In other words, her thousand-year cultivation is the medium for authentication in the chat group.

The chat group bound her by identifying her cultivation, and she transferred her cultivation to Xu Xian.

With the help of a bug in the chat group, Xu Xian also passed the certification.

In this way, Xu Xian, who is recognized as a member of the chat group, can naturally receive help from the gods in the group.

Bai Suzhen gave up immortality, gave up becoming an immortal, and gave up thousands of years of practice, just to save Xu Xian.

[Cong Ye]: "So, as long as I give up immortality and transfer the Nuwa spiritual blood in my body to my master, I can use the antidote in the group on my master?"

Nuwa really couldn't stand it.

[I am your mother Nuwa]: "Silly! The effect of spiritual blood is so powerful. The part of your spiritual blood that you gave up your immortality can undo all the poisons."

In other words, Cong Ye didn't even need to ask for medicine from them.

The antidote to February Red lies with Cong Ye himself.

[Cong Ye]: "If I give up immortality, I will have the lifespan of a normal human being."

[I am your mother Nuwa]: "Do you think my spiritual blood is so worthless?"

[Peach Merchant Queen Mother of the West]: "Do you think my flat peaches are ordinary fruits?"

[I am your mother Nuwa]: "Even if you give up part of your spiritual blood, the remaining spiritual blood can still make your life span far longer than that of ordinary humans."

[Peach Merchant Queen Mother of the West]: "I have fairy peaches from the Yaochi. You have eaten so many since you were a child. Even without the spiritual blood of Nuwa, you can live for 500 years!"

Cong Ye: "!"

It turns out that Pantao is so awesome.

The one given to the tangerine peel was really a waste.

Anyway, tangerine peel mountain pigs cannot eat fine chaff.

[Cong Ye]: "Then how should I take out the spiritual blood?"

Cong Ye touched his collar with his hand.

Ever since the snake pattern appeared on his body, he has been wearing high-collared robes for so many years to completely cover the snake pattern.

[I am your mother Nuwa]: "Although the spiritual blood has long flowed into your limbs and bones and integrated with you, when the spiritual blood entered your body, it used the Yintang point between the eyebrows as the entrance. It is blocked and gathered here. With the pure blood of spiritual blood, just pierce the Yintang point, and the spiritual blood will naturally flow out."

Cong also stroked his eyebrows: "I understand, thank you, Mother Nuwa."

Nuwa sighed and said sincerely: "Human life span is only 100 years, so why would you give up your immortality for a mortal?"

With the antidote for February Red found, Cong Ye felt completely relieved and his whole person became much more cheerful.

"Before I met Mother Nuwa, I was just a mortal. Immortality may not be a good thing for me."

Nuwa snorted softly: "Although I am the mother of mankind, I can never understand human emotions. This is the most complex thing in the world, but it is also the most beautiful thing in the world."

Human beings are so cute precisely because they have feelings and thoughts.

After Cong Ye went offline, he went to Er Erhong's room.

He stood beside Er Er Hong's bed and looked at Er Er Hong with her eyes closed.

Er Erhong's breathing was as light and inaudible as a kitten's footsteps.

He was only 26 years old, how could Cong Ye watch helplessly as he crashed into the desolate shadow of death before he could appreciate the sweetness of life.

Cong Ye held his hand. He could accept the ending of Er Er Hong's death, but he could not face the result of Er Er Hong's death.

Cong also took out the silver needle and gently inserted it into his Yintang point.

The moment he pulled out the silver needle, golden light overflowed from his eyebrows, and a drop of golden blood floated in front of Cong Ye.

Cong also pulled this drop of Nuwa's spiritual blood until it submerged into Er Yuehong's lips.

The Western clock hanging in the corner swung back and forth, making a monotonous clicking sound.

Cong Ye's heart beat with the sound of the bell, waiting for Er Erhong to wake up.

Half a drop of Nuwa's spiritual blood entered Er Erhong's body and turned into streaks of golden light flowing in his blood vessels and bones.

The poison attached to the bone was annihilated inch by inch in the golden light and disappeared without a trace. The remaining golden light was scattered in Er Erhong's body, nourishing his body.

Cong also witnessed the changes in February Red with his own eyes.

Because of the poisoning, his body gradually became plump, and his pale lips regained their rosy color. Although he did not open his eyes, it could be seen with the naked eye that his illness had faded away, and his whole face was radiant.

Cong Ye had been staying by Er Erhong's bedside. Cold rain began to fall outside the window, and the wind that had not yet thawed rushed through the branches, causing the birds to fly.

Cong Ye's eyes were attracted by the birds outside the window for a moment. When he turned his eyes back to Er Erhong again, his eyes collided with a pair of bright and smiling eyes.

"master."

Cong also smiled.

Er Erhong had never felt that his body was so light and refreshing, and the fatigue was swept away. He was like a stone statue that had been shattered from the inside out, but someone rebuilt his jade body for him.

He lifted up the quilt and placed his hand on Cong Ye's eyebrows: "What's going on?"

No one knows his body better than he does.

No one knows better than him whether deer live grass is useful or not.

Although he was unwilling to give in in every way, he was unwilling to show it and make Cong Ye feel uncomfortable.

He was still determined to face his own death calmly.

But he just took a nap, and when he woke up, his body felt as relaxed as if he had never been poisoned.

It was as if the heavy burden that was weighing on my body had finally been lifted off.

Cong also touched his eyebrows, which were smooth: "Master?"

Cong couldn't see or feel it. There was a red mole between his originally fair and smooth eyebrows.

Er Erhong looked at him with doubts and worries in her heart.

How did he get rid of his poison?

What happened to the red mole that suddenly appeared on Cong Ye's forehead?