Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Ding……

Ding……

Ding……

The ethereal sound of bells seemed to come from the high pavilion in a dream.

Cong Ye opened his eyes instantly and looked towards the source of the sound.

It should be about midnight at this time.

The sound of the bell came from the darkness outside the cave entrance.

One after another, intermittent, extremely strange.

There was a crackling sound from the fire.

The firelight cast a figure on the wall.

Cong Ye looked over and saw a man sitting by the fire.

It's Zhang Qishan.

The sound of the ringing drove away Cong Ye's sleepiness, and he couldn't fall asleep, so he simply got out of the shop and walked towards Zhang Qishan.

"Why did you end up keeping vigil?"

Cong also sat down next to Zhang Qishan and asked in question.

When he went to sleep, someone else was obviously keeping watch.

Zhang Qishan did not answer.

Cong Ye also cast his gaze on his face, and then realized something was wrong with Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan's eyes were red, and fire seemed to be burning in his pupils.

At this time, Zhang Qishan seemed to be suffering from hysteria, with an uneasy and violent expression on his face.

Cong Ye frowned, and the ringing sound in his ears suddenly disappeared.

"what happened to you?"

Cong Ye stretched out his hand to explore Zhang Qishan's forehead.

According to Zhang Qishan's physique, this shouldn't happen.

Is it a fever?

His wrist was grabbed by Zhang Qishan.

An unusually warm body temperature spread along the palm of his hand.

"You really have a fever?"

Cong Ye frowned even more tightly.

Zhang Qishan did nothing, just stared at him.

His eyes were cloudy, far different from usual.

"Zhang Qishan!"

Cong Ye broke away from his hand and patted his cheek unceremoniously.

The crisp sound echoed in Zhang Qishan's ears.

He blinked, his eyes clearing gradually.

He looked at Cong Ye in confusion: "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Cong Ye was shocked. When he touched Zhang Qishan's forehead again, the temperature had already dropped.

He subconsciously thought of the weird ringing sound just now, and the hair on his back stood up slightly.

Zhang Qishan sat blankly, letting Cong Ye move his hands up and down.

There were only four words left in his mind, sharp strokes slicing through his nerves.

Love is desire.

The most direct way to feel whether a person is affectionate is whether he or she has desire.

Zhang Qishan looked at Cong Ye, his dull eyes slowly turning into extremely complicated emotions.

There was a mixture of light and dark in his eyes, like a deep black pool with no bottom.

Faintly, desire and possession stretched out their huge claws from the dark water, trying to grasp the person in front of them.

Cong Ye saw that he was fine and felt a little relieved.

"Did you hear the bell just now?"

Cong Ye asked him.

Zhang Qishan thought about it carefully, and it seemed that he heard the sound of bells while half asleep, so he nodded: "Did you hear it too?"

Cong Ye added another piece of firewood to the fire: "The sound of the bell should have a slightly hallucinogenic effect."

Zhang Qishan didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes sank, "It has a hallucinogenic effect."

Cong also glanced at him and thought he was a little strange, but couldn't tell what was strange.

At this time, a rustling sound came.

Cong Ye looked over and saw a bulging quilt that was shaking.

In other words, the person under the quilt is shaking.

Cong Ye's mouth twitched, he stood up and walked towards the shop.

He lifted the quilt.

Qi Tiezui sat up, closed his eyes tightly, clasped his hands together, and the scriptures in his mouth rolled out like a string of broken beads.

Cong Ye: "..."

He stared at Qi Tiezui funnyly.

Until Qi Tiezui slowly and carefully opened his eyes.

"Wow!"

When Qi Tiezui saw Cong Ye, he almost burst into tears.

The sound of the bell almost made him pee.

Qi Tiezui rushed towards Cong Ye, and he no longer had any trouble with Cong Ye.

Seeing Cong Ye at this time made him feel more at ease than seeing the Bodhisattva.

Qi Tiezui suddenly had a big hand on his head, so that he didn't even touch the corner of Cong Ye's clothes.

Qi Tiezui opened his eyes and slowly moved his gaze upwards. Zhang Qishan's smiling face appeared in front of him.

"Father?"

Qi Tiezui fluttered.

Zhang Qishan took back his hand and glanced at his palm with disgust.

Qi Tiezui: "..."

The three men gathered around the fire.

"What happened to that ringing sound just now?"

Qi Tiezui was scared and curious. He looked around cautiously, as if something dirty was entrenched in the dark, staring at them quietly.

"do not know."

Cong Ye shook his head and wondered: "Are there other living people in this tomb?"

How else to explain the sound of the bells.

Zhang Qishan heard this and looked at him: "Maybe he's not a human being."

Qi Tiezui covered his mouth tightly and squeezed closer to Cong Ye:

"Lord Buddha, stop scaring me!"

Cong Ye glanced at Qi Tiezui, his eyes fell on Zhang Qishan, and asked tentatively:

"How about we go out and have a look?"

His words made Zhang Qishan and Qi Tiezui focus on him.

Qi Tiezui looked at him in disbelief, his eyes accusing Cong Ye of cruelty:

"Don't go! I'm begging you!"

He stretched out his fingers and calculated in a fussy manner. His face turned even paler, and he pulled Cong Ye's hand firmly: "Don't go!"

"Don't go out!"

"As long as you don't get out, it can't get in!"

A hoarse voice came from the corner.

Cong Ye and the three of them looked over and saw that the old man woke up during the day.

At this time, he slowly got off the bed and groped towards Cong Ye's position.

Er Erhong beside him immediately stood up and supported him.

"Master, you're awake too."

Cong also made room for Er Erhong and the old man.

Er Erhong smiled and didn't say that he hadn't slept.

"what is it?"

Qi Tiezui leaned closer and asked.

The old man shook his head and said nothing.

"Don't go out!"

He warned Cong Ye.

Cong Ye nodded: "I won't go out, old man, don't worry."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tomorrow I will take you to the tomb."

The old man said suddenly.

Zhang Qishan looked at him in surprise.

During the day, he tried his best to persuade the old man, but what happened now...

It was this old man who had dug the tomb passage. With him leading the way, they could easily find the secrets that the Japanese wanted to hide.

The old man sighed and did not say the reason that made him change his mind. He just repeated:

"If I die, you must take me out. I don't want to stay in this place..."

Cong Ye felt heavy after hearing this.

"Old man, we will naturally take you out together to provide for you until you die."

Since the old man is willing to help, Zhang Qishan will definitely not treat him badly.

When the old man heard this, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, you just need to take my body out."

There was no way he could make it out of the tomb alive.

Zhang Qishan was silent for a moment and then agreed: "Don't worry."

The old man nodded and fumbled to pull out a box from the corner.