Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Cong Ye pulled at the black wig that the old man took out from the box, and heard Qi Tiezui's exclamation in his ears.

"What...what is this for?"

The old man got a wig for everyone.

Qi Tiezui turned the wig in his hand over and over, but he couldn't guess the old man's intention.

Er Erhong guessed that she had some knowledge: "Old man, are these hairs used to avoid hair germs?"

"what?"

Qi Tiezui looked at Cong Ye blankly, his wide eyes full of surprise: "This...can't do it, right?"

Cong also looked at the old man, who nodded: "That's right."

The old man has lived in the mine for so many years, from a boy of fifteen to an old man with white hair. Even though his eyes were gouged out, his familiarity with the mine is unparalleled by Cong Ye and others.

Since the old man said so, there’s no harm in giving it a try.

With or without a wig, it's always good to be cautious.

Cong also took care of the wig in his hand, removing the dust and spider silk from it.

He suddenly thought of something and looked at Zhang Qishan on the other side of him.

Zhang Qishan was holding a wig at this time, his expression a little stiff.

"Do you need help?"

It is a rare opportunity to see Zhang Qishan wearing a wig, and Cong will not miss it.

He bumped Zhang Qishan with his elbow, his eyes full of narrowness.

Zhang Qishan lowered his eyes and looked at him. Just when Cong Ye thought he would be angry, he suddenly handed the wig in his hand to Cong Ye: "I need it."

"..."

Cong Ye was stunned for half a second, then subconsciously took the wig from Zhang Qishan's hand and glanced at him curiously.

Zhang Qishan squatted obediently in front of Cong Ye. Cong Ye straightened the wig in his hand, adjusted the position, buckled it on Zhang Qishan's hair, and clamped the clip hidden in the long hair of the wig to Zhang Qishan's own hair. On short hair.

He clapped his hands and took two steps back: "Okay!"

His appraising eyes fell on Zhang Qishan's face.

Not to mention, this nondescript appearance was forcibly supported by Zhang Qishan's face.

"let me help you."

Zhang Qishan took the wig from Cong Ye's hand as if he had planned it, stood up and walked around behind Cong Ye.

Cong Ye subconsciously wanted to squat down, but his neck was gently pinched by a cold hand:

"No need to squat."

Cong Ye: "..."

He turned his head back and stared at Zhang Qishan's irregular hands in warning.

A man's neck, like his head, cannot be touched casually.

This makes him look so undignified.

After receiving his warning, Zhang Qishan explained: "It went smoothly."

What kind of hand can go down someone's neck?

Before Congya could question, he felt a touch on the top of his head and closed his mouth angrily.

Compared to Cong Ye's rudeness to Zhang Qishan, Zhang Qishan's actions were obviously much gentler.

As a result, Cong was impatient to wait.

"Not yet?"

Cong Ye urged.

Zhang Qishan: "Okay."

He finally smoothed the wig with his fingers and moved the wig to Cong Ye's shoulders.

"Cong Ye," Qi Tiezui wore a wig on his head, like an octopus. He lifted up the broken hair in front of him that blocked his sight, ran over, and said excitedly: "You look so good like this!"

Qi Tiezui's voice was always whirring, and this sound attracted everyone's attention.

The wig on Cong Ye's head can be seen to have been carefully taken care of. It is draped neatly and smoothly on his shoulders, without looking awkward at all.

A bright red beauty mark adorned her fair and glowing face, and for a moment she looked like the Guanyin in the storybook.

It makes people dare not look directly, but they can't help but steal a glance.

Cong didn't want to dwell too much on this topic, so he quickly urged:

"When you're ready, let's go!"

With the old man leading the way, Cong Ye and the others left the miners' dormitory one after another.

The light of Huozhezi lit up again in the dark tomb passage.

The old man stopped and saw that the ground of the wide tomb passage in front of him was covered with fungi.

The space left for them to stay was no more than the width of a grown man's foot.

"Be careful of the hair fungus in front of you. No matter if you have a wig or not, don't step on the hair fungus!"

Zhang Qishan reminded.

No one raised any objection to his suggestion.

Cong Ye landed on the open space in the center of the two fungi. His feet were steady and his steps were light. There were no problems along the way.

Qi Tiezui, who was close to him behind him, followed his footsteps and passed the tomb passage smoothly.

"what!"

There was a commotion.

Cong immediately came closer.

The old man who had already passed the tomb passage fell to the ground.

His face turned purple and he couldn't breathe at all.

"How could this be?"

Er Erhong was checking the old man's condition, his hands were shaking.

Cong Ye squatted beside him and asked.

Er Erhong breathed heavily and lost her balance: "The germ has been planted in his body for a long time..."

Zhang Qishan frowned: "If it had been planted in the body a long time ago, why did it happen just now?"

A person whose body is infected with the bacteria will definitely die within three days.

Er Erhong raised her eyes and stared at him: "The germs in his body were rare. They only started to get restless at this place..."

This conclusion made Zhang Qishan silent.

In other words, as long as the elderly do not go near places where the fungi are grown, they will not die.

This can also explain why the old man was unwilling to lead them before.

Because the old man knew in his heart that as long as he led the way, he would definitely pass by the place where the bacteria was found, and he would definitely die.

No wonder, he hoped that Cong Ye and his team would take his body out of the mine instead of taking his people out of the mine.

He already knew his ending.

Silence spread among everyone.

Cong didn't expect that the first person to break the silence was Er Erhong.

After all, the old man has a close relationship with the ancestors of the Hong family. The saddest thing at this time should be February Hong.

"The old man did something he knew he couldn't do. We can't waste his efforts."

Er Erhong stood up and looked at Zhang Qishan: "Keep going! The secret may be ahead!"

Zhang Qishan nodded: "Okay!"

He left two personal soldiers to take care of the old man's body again, and the remaining people continued to move towards the passage.

Walking forward along the tomb passage, Cong Ye's eyes brightened.

This light is not the natural light from the outside sun, nor is it light like oil lamps and fire lamps.

It's like the brightness formed by countless luminous bodies shining and refracting each other.

A huge bronze door unfolded in front of everyone's eyes.

It stood majestically in front of them, and those who looked at it were shocked and speechless.

This huge bronze door is carved with countless ancient totems. The flying giant beasts seem to be breaking free from the shackles of the bronze door in the next second and rushing towards Cong Ye and the others.

"Those who enter this gate should give up all hope!"

Cong Ye read out the words engraved on the bronze door.