Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Neither Chen Pi nor Er Erhong wanted to leave.

Cong didn't convince them to change their minds.

No matter what, he will protect the two of them and never let them make any mistakes.

After leaving the gate of Chen Mansion, Hei Xiazi sat on the steps at the door with a depressed look on his face.

Seeing Cong Ye's figure, he immediately got up and started to complain:

"You don't know why this old man won't let me in!"

Cong Ye glanced at the old man standing at the door.

He looked at Cong Ye happily, even if the black blind man was complaining, he had no worries.

The black blind man was chattering, and a piece of Cong Ye's light blue clothes passed before his eyes.

"Hey! Wait for me!"

The black blind man twitched his lips and quickly chased after him.

The winter of 1931 passed silently, and the spring of 1932 entered Changsha City with a steady drizzle.

……

"Bullshit!"

Cong Ye spread out the mahjong in his hand and looked at the three people on the card table with a smile.

Master Jiu raised his eyebrows and handed the silver dollar in his hand to Cong Ye.

Wu Wuye lamented and handed over the remaining money.

The third master, who was sitting in a wheelchair beside him, twitched his lips and threw out his silver dollar.

Cong Ye relied on his amazing mahjong skills that he developed in the Wanjie chat group to kill everyone at the card table.

Master Jiu has a good temper, and he doesn't necessarily get angry even if he loses everything.

As for Wu Wuye, he also kept wailing.

The third master was really beaten to the point of feeling depressed. Seeing Cong Ye's triumphant look, he felt unconvinced.

"hey-hey!"

"Accept and accept!"

Cong Ye happily packed the silver coins piled up like a mountain in front of him.

He stretched out a hand from behind and quietly touched the silver dollar.

Cong Ye's eyes were sharp and he slapped the back of that hand viciously.

"Ow!"

The sneaky black blind man behind him suddenly let out a scream.

The third master put down the mahjong in his hand: "I don't want to play."

Cong Ye: "..."

The third master had been staying at the house because of a leg injury. Cong was afraid that he would be unlucky if he stayed alone at the house, so he forcibly pushed the third master to Hongfu to play mahjong.

Along the way, he almost turned Sanye's wheelchair into a hot wheel.

When Cong also reacted, the third master almost vomited.

For the first time in his life, the Third Master fainted in the wheelchair he usually sat in.

An unknown anger arose in his heart, and just when he was about to curse, he saw Cong Ye in front of him looking guilty for doing something wrong.

What else can he do?

Of course, he could only swallow his anger and curse words and stare at Cong Ye gloomily.

When he got to the mahjong table, he originally thought that Cong Ye would care about his elder status and save him some face no matter what.

As a result, Cong Ye, a fool, killed everyone at the card table, which made him really angry!

"Third Master, why don't you have some tea?"

Bring down the fire.

Cong also suggested.

The third master glared at him fiercely: "Don't drink!"

Master Jiu put his fist on his lips, covering the upturned corners of his mouth.

The Third Master has always had a gloomy and eccentric temper. Few people can make him so angry, but I have to say that this Third Master looks much more approachable.

Cong Ye called to the blind man: "It's better to serve Third Master a pot of tea, so as not to get angry later."

The blind man's eyes fell on the silver dollar.

Cong Ye twitched the corner of his mouth and threw a silver dollar to him: "Go!"

The black blind man laughed: "Okay!"

Cong Ye: "..."

Wu Wuye put the dog in his arms on the card table.

Crackling!

The mahjong on the table was swept to the ground by a little native dog.

The third master's temples were beating hard, and he suppressed the desire to kill.

Wu Wuye patted the puppy's butt: "Don't make such a fuss!"

The little native dog stuck out its tongue and jumped into Cong Ye's arms with disdain.

When Wu Wuye saw this, he shook his head in surprise: "I really don't know why my dog ​​recognizes you so much!"

Wu Wuye brought different dogs every time, but these dogs would all express their closeness to Cong Ye.

Cong Ye smiled mysteriously and said, "Maybe it's me that attracts people!"

The third master rolled his eyes.

Wu Wuye asked Cong Ye: "Did you tell your second master about going abroad to escape?"

Cong Ye nodded: "I told you, but the master doesn't want to go abroad."

Wu Wuye frowned: "It's so dangerous to stay in Changsha!"

Master Jiu spoke and his eyes fell on Cong Ye:

"If you don't want to leave, then the second master naturally doesn't want to leave either."

The third master also looked at Cong Ye at this time, and his expression calmed down: "The second master has always treated you like his own son."

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Master Jiu, who had just given him a sip of tea, coughed violently, startling Master Wu next to him.

"Why do you choke on drinking water?"

Wu Wuye stayed away in disgust.

Master Jiu apologetically took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips, "I heard something quite shocking."

"What?"

Wu Wuye looked at him in surprise. He didn't find anything wrong with the conversation just now.

"It's nothing."

Master Jiu smiled and changed the topic:

"What's Third Master's plan?"

Third Master held the handle of the wheelchair and said calmly, "I definitely want to get out."

It won't help much if he stays like this.

Master Jiu nodded.

"Cong Ye, why don't you go abroad?"

Wu Wuye looked at Cong Ye doubtfully.

Cong Ye rubbed the dog's head in his arms, "I want to stay and help."

Wu Wuye looked at him disapprovingly: "How can you help? You are only 19 years old, you can't go to the battlefield!"

Master Jiu teased: "Then it means killing the second master?"

Wu Wuye said happily: "That's true."

Cong Ye said helplessly: "Of course helping is more than just going to the battlefield."

Wu Wuye looked at him steadily, and suddenly sighed, his firm idea of ​​leaving the country wavering slightly.

in the afternoon.

The card table is still there.

Zhang Qishan arrived at Hongfu.

"Rare visitors, rare visitors!"

Cong Ye greeted perfunctorily, without even glancing at Zhang Qishan at the door. His eyes were as if they were nailed to mahjong, unable to move away at all.

The third master actually raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Qishan, and nodded: "Lord Buddha."

Master Jiu turned around: "Lord Buddha, sit down."

The little maid waiting in the room moved a chair for Zhang Qishan and placed it next to Master Jiu.

Zhang Qishan greeted Third Master, Wu Fifth Master, and Ninth Master in turn, snorted lightly, walked around the chair in front of him, and came behind Cong Ye.

"Lord Buddha, go behind Third Master!"

Cong Ye raised his face and urged.

Zhang Qishan: "..."

Cong Ye saw that Zhang Qishan was not moving, and his face wrinkled together:

"If you stand behind me, all your good luck will be taken away by me! This is a bad hand!"

Third Master: "So you let Buddha stand behind me?"

Cong Ye chuckled: "Isn't it that Third Master's luck is getting better and better? Let Buddha neutralize it for you!"

Zhang Qishan's hands were itchy and he stretched out his hands to pinch the back of Cong Ye's neck.

When his hand was about to grasp Cong Ye's fateful throat, he was blocked by another hand.

Zhang Qishan raised his eyes, the smile on his lips disappeared, and stared at the tall man in black in front of him.

Cong also looked back at the two of them and said while playing the cards:

"Lord Buddha, that's the bodyguard I hired at a high price! How about it? Not bad!"

Zhang Qishan: "..."

"It's good."

He said through gritted teeth.