Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

The group finally arrived at the safe other side of the suspension bridge.

The soldiers beside Cong Ye felt weak at the feet and fell to the ground, finally feeling a sense of being saved.

Two soldiers came immediately and helped him back to the team.

The worry in Er Erhong's eyes had not subsided. He walked up to Cong Ye and looked at him carefully: "You're not hurt, are you?"

Cong Ye shook his head: "Don't worry, master."

Er Erhong breathed a sigh of relief and was silent for a moment, with helplessness in her voice: "We can't do this next time."

Cong didn’t say anything.

When he has the ability to save people, he can't do it yet if he is allowed to stand by and watch.

Er Erhong sighed silently and warned: "I know you have many ways, but you still have to be careful."

Ever since the poison in her body disappeared inexplicably, Yue Erhong knew that Ming Cong also hid a secret.

Cong didn’t say anything, and he wouldn’t ask.

He couldn't stop Cong Ye's thoughts and actions, so he could only help Cong Ye do it to reduce the probability of Cong Ye encountering danger.

Qi Tiezui ran to Cong Ye without stopping, pulling on his sleeve, his eyes full of curiosity:

"Cong Ye, what kind of talisman is that of yours?"

"That works!"

"Who is the fortune teller between you and me?"

"No! I'm not just a fortune teller!"

"How about you go to my place and help me!"

"What are you learning from Second Master!"

"With your talent, you should fuck me!"

"I guarantee that your fame will spread all over the country!"

"The two of us will travel all over the world! Oh, no! If we are traveling around the world, why don't we fight against all the invincible opponents in the world?"

He chattered on and on.

Zhang Qishan gave the adjutant a look.

Qi Tiezui, who was chattering in front of Cong Ye, was covered by the adjutant and dragged away.

"Woooooo!"

"Woooooo!"

Qi Tiezui struggled in vain.

Zhang Qishan: "Rest where you are."

The successive blows in the tomb made the faces of the soldiers look tired.

Zhang Qishan strode up to Cong Ye.

"Angry?"

Zhang Qishan took out a piece of apricot blossom cake in a small iron box.

Cong also glanced at him and took it. The apricot blossom cake was sour, sweet and delicious. He looked at the churning lava seriously and shook his head:

"You're not angry, you made the right decision."

Zhang Qishan may not be a humane person in small matters, but he must be a qualified leader.

Many times, such coldness and determination can prevent greater tragedies from happening.

If he is incapable, it will indeed increase casualties.

Zhang Qishan stared at the military boots for a moment, then looked up with a smile: "I thought you would think I'm ruthless."

Be ruthless in small things, be kind and righteous in big things.

This is a perfect word to describe Zhang Qishan.

"will not."

The complexity of human nature is vividly reflected in Zhang Qishan.

Cong also shook his head.

Zhang Qishan looked at his profile and said nothing.

Take a break.

They start again.

After groping for a while, Zhang Qishan directed his soldiers to use the shovels they carried with them to dig a large hole in the rock wall.

The cave is dark but relatively spacious.

It looked like it was another hole dug by someone in advance.

Entering the tomb passage, they felt as if they had entered another world all of a sudden.

From a hot and scorching summer to a cool and cold winter.

There are so many magical things about this tomb.

Cong also walked forward. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped and looked at Er Erhong beside him.

"Master, did you hear that?"

February Hong looked solemn.

"It's "Mu Guiying Breaks the Heavenly Gate Formation"!"

He quickened his pace and walked forward.

Sudden.

A gust of cold wind blew in and extinguished all the fire sticks in their hands.

The faint sound of footsteps replaced the previous sound of opera.

Everyone kept retreating, staring at the end of the dark corridor, with cold hair standing on their bodies and trembling legs.

Cong Ye also felt confused in his heart.

This sinister wind was strange, and the sound of footsteps was more like knocking on people's hearts.

"On the wall!"

Zhang Qishan shouted quickly.

He climbed up the wall nimbly, leaned his back against the aisle, and closed his eyes.

The remaining people followed suit one by one.

Although Cong Ye couldn't figure out what this meant, he still followed them.

The Huozhezi that had been discarded on the ground suddenly rekindled.

Cong Ye's eyes gently opened a gap.

His pupils shrank and goosebumps spread all over his body.

The firelight shone and a shadow was cast on the wall.

They've all climbed up the wall, so what could be walking down the aisle?

Cong Ye's eyes followed the shadow on the wall.

Sudden.

The shadow disappeared into thin air.

Cong Ye's heart was not relaxed at all, but became more and more tense.

The light of the flashlight came from not far away.

Zhang Qishan climbed onto the wall with one hand and raised a flashlight with the other hand, slowly counting the number of people.

Cong Ye, the adjutant, the second master, and the eighth master are all here.

Zhang Qishan looked slightly relaxed and turned his head, the light of the flashlight shifting with his movements.

"what!"

His pupils were occupied by an unfamiliar face.

The flashlight rolled to the ground.

The light flickered around.

Cong also heard the noise and jumped down to look in the direction of Zhang Qishan without thinking about what to do.

Zhang Qishan was punching and kicking the group of things that could not be seen as human or ghost.

Cong Ye took a closer look and stepped forward to stop Zhang Qishan:

"Lord Buddha, he is a human being!"

"stop fighting!"

Zhang Qishan is so powerful that he acts indiscriminately.

Cong also dragged him farther away from the man on the ground.

Er Erhong quickly squatted down to check the man's condition.

He pushed aside his long, messy hair, revealing an old, weather-beaten face.

He has no eyes, or rather, his eyes were popped out.

He shook his head crazily, covered his head with his arms, and babbled wildly.

Cong also let go of the hand holding Zhang Qishan.

In Zhang Qishan's battle just now, Cong Ye had to hug his waist from behind and drag him back.

Zhang Qishan's whole body was stiff, and Cong Ye could taste the embarrassment on Zhang Qishan's face for the first time.

"Lord Buddha, no matter what you see in the tomb, don't panic and deal with it calmly."

These words sounded familiar to Zhang Qishan.

It's exactly what he once told Cong Ye.

Zhang Qishan clenched his back molars and his facial muscles twitched.

"He suddenly came out to scare people. I..."

He looked into Cong Ye's eyes in front of him and couldn't say a word.

Cong Ye stared at him leisurely, with interest on his face, and the message in his eyes was clearly "please start your performance."

"Lord Buddha, what you did is too dark!"

At this moment, Qi Tiezui looked at the old man on the ground, then raised his head and stabbed him.

Cong Ye suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Master Fo was almost frightened. He would inevitably lose his mind if he took action."

Zhang Qishan, who was "frightened" and "lost his mind", had his mouth twitching. He opened his mouth and wanted to explain something, but realized that no matter what he explained at this moment, it was extremely feeble, so he closed his mouth again.

Cong Ye reminded him: "Lord Buddha, remember to hide behind me later, lest something pops out again and frightens your little heart."

Zhang Qishan: "..."

He stared dimly at Cong Ye's cheek.