Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Er Yuehong's heart suddenly felt cold.

He looked at Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan's pupils were dark, as frightening as a pool of black water without ripples in an ancient well.

In the animal kingdom, a group often encounters devastating blows.

At this time, they will choose to sacrifice a small part in exchange for the survival of another part.

Animals can do it, let alone humans?

Zhang Qishan is willing to be the executioner himself.

The moment he revealed his plan, everyone fell silent.

Sometimes, silence is also equivalent to a kind of recognition.

Other than that, they have no other choice.

Jiumen is indeed powerful in Changsha, but what is it compared to the country?

Zhang House.

Zhang Qishan has been making calls all day.

When night came, he finally stopped, sat on the sofa, and rubbed his brows tiredly.

The adjutant stood beside him, hesitant.

Zhang Qishan said directly: "Ask whatever you want to ask."

Adjutant: "Lord Buddha, do you really want to take action?"

Zhang Qishan put down his hand, his black eyes flashing, "Of course I have to do it."

The adjutant pursed his lips.

Zhang Qishan looked at him: "Do you still remember what you told me about how you and Cong Ye were attacked by the Wang family on their way to the northeast to look for Zhang Qiling?"

The adjutant was startled and nodded.

He was not a fool. Looking at Zhang Qishan's face, he gradually had an idea in his mind.

"Lord Buddha, what do you think?"

Zhang Qishan put his index finger on his lips and glanced around cautiously.

He and the adjutant looked at each other.

The adjutant suddenly understood.

Lord Buddha wanted to use the help of his superiors to catch all the Wang family who had sneaked into the Nine Sects.

The action above is fast.

Zhang Qishan can't be too obvious.

So in the eyes of others, he was particularly cruel and ruthless.

Gunshots rang out in Changsha for half a month, and everyone in Changsha was in danger.

The smell of blood filled the sky over Changsha.

The Nine Gates, which used to be famous in Changsha, are now as weak as a cow that is about to die of old age.

All mansion doors are closed.

As the robber of the blood corpse tomb, Wu Wuye had to leave Changsha and fled to Hangzhou with the help of Jiuye.

The Huo family has begun to move towards Beijing and plans to leave Changsha completely.

The Nine Gates seemed to have faded away from the common people's sight overnight.

The year is 1952.

On the other side of China's huge territory, Cong Ye and Zhang Qiling finally ran out of Tibet.

They left Khampaluo in the autumn of 1950, but it took more than a year before they were able to leave Tibet.

This has something to do with what happened in Tibet in the past two years.

When Cong Ye and Zhang Qiling left Kangbaluo, Cong Ye always felt that he had forgotten something.

Later, when he and Zhang Qiling were surrounded by densely packed Tibetans in Linzhi, he finally remembered what he had forgotten.

--war.

Cong Ye and Zhang Qiling were both extremely skilled, but they were surrounded by an army of serfs.

He couldn't even let Cong Ye attack these serfs with dull eyes, as if they had lost their human dignity.

The nobles' order was to arrest the Han people and kill them on the spot, but some kind-hearted serfs secretly hid Cong Ye and Zhang Qiling.

Cong Ye simply became a reporter again, giving speeches among Tibetans to break their will while sending intelligence to the army.

Of course, Cong, who did not speak Tibetan, could only trick Zhang Qiling into being his translator.

Zhang Qiling has said more things in this year than in his entire life combined.

After the efforts of both him and the army, the war ended in the summer of 1952, and serfdom completely disappeared from this sacred land.

When leaving Tibet, he and Zhang Qiling looked at each other's embarrassment and couldn't help laughing.

Cong Ye unknowingly was delayed for two years, and he couldn't wait to return to Changsha.

"Where are you going next?"

On the bullock cart, Cong Yao leaned against the haystack and looked at Zhang Qiling, who was driving the cattle in front of him.

When they left, they only saw the bullock cart seller, and they had no choice but to rely on the bullock cart to slowly move towards the place where the train was connected.

"Changbai Mountain."

Cong also sat up. He didn't know what the master said to Zhang Qiling, but he and Zhang Qiling were destined to part ways.

"Then when I get to the train station, I will give this bullock cart to you."

Cong Ye suggested, "I still suggest you buy a train ticket."

Zhang Qiling looked at him: "What about you?"

Cong Ye lay back on the haystack again, crossing his legs: "Of course I want to go back to Changsha. My master and my friends are all there, as well as my cheap daughter."

Zhang Qiling was stunned: "You have a daughter?"

Cong Ye nodded: "I picked it up."

Zhang Qiling stopped talking.

When he arrived at the train station, Cong Ye thought about it and forced Zhang Qiling to buy him a ticket to Baishan City, Jilin Province, and then bought him a ticket back to Changsha.

"Okay, I won't send it away."

Cong also patted Zhang Qiling on the shoulder.

Life is full of partings.

Zhang Qiling held the ticket in his hand and suddenly stretched out his hand to hug Cong Ye.

Cong Ye won't be surprised now.

Because the way Zhang Qiling expresses his emotions now is nothing but hugs.

Cong Ye let him hold him, but still said to him: "I wrote a lot of precautions in your notebook, remember to read it! You are welcome to come to Changsha to see me at any time!"

3 minute later.

Cong Ye reminded him: "Hey! It's timed out!"

Zhang Qiling let go of his hand and looked at him expressionlessly.

"You feel wronged just by saying a word?"

Cong Ye was helpless. After spending such a long time with Zhang Qiling, he could easily judge the emotions hidden under Zhang Qiling's calm appearance.

"Okay, your train is leaving soon!"

Cong Ye glanced at the clock on the wall of the train station and urged Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling turned around and entered the car. He sat in his seat, opened the window, and looked at Cong Ye intently.

Cong Ye approached him and suddenly thought of something.

The master said that Zhang Qiling easily loses his memory.

Cong Ye gently pinched Zhang Qiling's cheek flesh and asked him: "You won't forget me, will you?"

Zhang Qiling looked at him without saying a word, but his eyes were as meaningful as the glittering snow top.

Cong also understood his unspoken assurance.

"It's okay to forget."

Cong also smiled and comforted him.

Zhang Qiling shook his head: "No."

His hand went to his chest.

Under his clothes, close to his skin and heart, there was a black auspicious rope decorated with a bright night pearl.

Night pearls always shine.

He will never forget Cong Ye.

"Goodbye, junior officer."

Cong Ye's voice was covered by the whistle of the train.

Zhang Qiling's pupils shrank, and Cong Ye's figure retreated in his sight.

The train moves.

He heard it.

He heard Cong Ye calling his name.

The luminous pearl was hot on his chest. Zhang Qiling knew that it was not the luminous pearl that was hot, but his heart and blood.