Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

"Put it away!"

"Brother, there are not many good people like my brother these days."

Cong also patted Zhang Qiling's chest.

Zhang Qiling: "Cong Ye."

He only read Cong Ye's name, but Cong Ye still felt from his tone that he was dissatisfied with Cong Ye calling him "brother."

Cong didn't care about his rebellious brother.

Cong Ye and Zhang Qiling stayed in the secret room for three days and three nights.

Cong Ye had all kinds of food and toys in his hands, so he didn’t feel uncomfortable.

Especially with Zhang Qiling still by his side, it was very interesting to tease him.

It wasn't until the adjutant opened the secret room three days later that Cong Ye was shocked to realize that he had stayed here for such a long time.

"Cong Ye!"

The adjutant ran in, held Cong Ye's shoulders, and looked nervously at Cong Ye up and down, left and right.

"Don't worry! It's okay!"

Cong Ye patted the adjutant on the shoulder. Light filtered in from the door. He looked at the adjutant's tired face and sighed.

For the adjutant's personal safety, he did not use the Five Thunder Techniques, so it took the adjutant three days to find him, and the two were evenly matched.

"he……"

The adjutant's eyes fell on Zhang Qiling who was standing next to Cong Ye.

Zhang Qiling met his eyes, and there was an empty silence in Zhang Qiling's eyes.

"He is Zhang Qiling, and I gave the fallen copper to him."

Cong Ye said.

Zhang Qishan and his adjutant made the right choice to hand over the fallen copper to Zhang Qiling.

Cong Ye was very good at reading people, and his intuition told him that Zhang Qiling in front of him was the only person who would not have any twisted thoughts about Yutong.

"That's good."

The adjutant nodded. He looked at Cong Ye, the tension in his eyes slowly faded, and he showed a gentle smile: "Let's go."

Their mission for this trip has been completed.

Cong Ye immediately looked at Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling was also looking at him.

"Goodbye by fate."

Cong also waved towards him.

Zhang Qiling stood there, watching Cong Ye and the adjutant walking side by side into the light, their figures gradually disappearing.

He glanced at the comic book and flying chess set left by Cong Ye beside him, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

He slowly returned to the room containing the sarcophagus.

The candle still flickered.

He took out the notebook from his chest.

Open it up and take a look.

The first page is his information.

The second page is Cong Ye’s information.

This is the only content on the notebook.

……

"Sorry, I came too late."

On the way back to the city, the adjutant felt a little guilty.

Cong Ye said casually: "It's a small matter, it only lasts three days, it will be over in the blink of an eye."

He recalled Zhang Qiling's appearance and laughed: "Zhang Qiling is quite interesting."

The adjutant glanced at him, sensing his good mood, and smiled.

"After returning to the city, Lieutenant, please return to Changsha!"

When the adjutant heard this, he was immediately startled and looked at Cong Ye: "What about you?"

Cong Ye shook his head: "I still want to stay in the Northeast. I have my own things to do."

"No," the adjutant said in a panic, his heart tightening, "I promised Lord Buddha that I will protect you."

Cong Ye shook his head helplessly and looked at him with a smile, "Go and protect Changsha, you are needed more there."

The adjutant wanted to say something else, but Cong Ye looked at him seriously: "I will protect myself."

The adjutant still couldn't leave Cong Ye in the northeast. He couldn't do such a thing no matter what.

Returned to the city.

Cong Ye bought a ticket back to Changsha with his adjutant, unusually firm and decisive.

The adjutant stood in front of the train, his eyes red.

He reached out and grabbed Cong Ye's sleeve: "Go back with me!"

Cong Ye shook his head and pulled his sleeve out of the adjutant's hand. He looked at the adjutant: "Help me take care of my master and Chen Pi and protect yourself. This is more important than you staying to protect me."

Although Er Erhong and Chen Pi were guarded by Kunlun Daji, Cong Ye still hoped that they could have an extra layer of protection.

The train enters the station.

Cong Ye forced the adjutant to step onto the train with his eyes.

Watching the adjutant get into the car, a small smile appeared on his lips.

"adjutant."

"If we are lucky, we will meet in 1945, or at the latest in 1949."

The adjutant was sitting in front of the window. Hearing his words, his mind went blank.

The train passed in front of Cong Ye.

He exhaled and returned to the city.

The streets were sparsely populated.

The voice of the little boy selling newspapers echoed throughout the street.

"Sell the newspaper! Sell the newspaper!"

"Big news!"

"The Japanese army attacked at night, and No. 17 Route Army General Song Yunxu was killed in battle!"

This news rang in Cong Ye's ears three times.

He stopped the little boy.

He handed the silver dollar to the little boy.

"keep the change."

His own voice was impossibly calm.

He opened the newspaper.

The three characters "Song Yunxuan" were on the front page of the newspaper, occupying a large section.

His heart was falling like a stone.

The person who had stood before him alive just a few days ago had died just like that.

too suddenly.

Cong Ye's vision suddenly became blurry.

He took a gentle breath to push back the heat in his eyes.

Back at the hotel, he dialed the number of Mr. Song in Nanjing.

"Hello? Mr. Wu."

"You must have heard the news that my beloved son Song Yunxu died for his country. Please forgive me for my rudeness at this moment..."

Mr. Song on the other end of the phone kept sobbing.

He said: "Of all my sons, Yunxuan is the most obedient! Now that he has passed away, I feel very uncomfortable! He even mentioned Mr. Wu to me some time ago..."

Mr. Song chattered a lot.

In the end, Cong Ye concluded for him expressionlessly.

"You want me to give you money again, right?"

Mr. Song suddenly stopped talking.

There was silence for three seconds.

Mr. Song sneered and said: "Mr. Wu, this is to support patriotism! I don't want the money myself!"

Cong also hung up the phone.

……

1933 years.

Rehe fell.

There were numerous casualties among soldiers and civilians.

same year.

A charity organization with "Spring" as its symbol was established to widely absorb war-torn victims, and the founder of the organization funded them to be sent to the northwest.

From north to south, along the route of invasion, you can see the "spring" flag inserted into every piece of land.

What was left to the invaders were empty cities and flags flying in the wind.

1936 years.

The invaders' bacteria laboratory was blown up before they could officially start experiments.

1937 years.

War breaks out in full force.

Artillery fire was heard all the time.

Countless patriotic entrepreneurs joined the "Spring" charity organization and donated their family properties.

Pieces of military equipment and medical supplies flowed into the army like blood.

One after another, innocent civilians were put on trains or cars, and they were safely sent to the northwest of the motherland.

It is a miracle that no civilians died in this war.

Spring is approaching.

After experiencing a cold winter, China will inevitably usher in eternal spring.