Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

The train arrived at Changsha Station in the early morning.

Only a few people got off the train.

Cong Ye walked on the quiet and empty streets of Changsha carrying a small suitcase.

The city has not yet woken up from its slumber.

A few small silver stars flashed in the light blue sky, and the scimitar-like moon was still nailed diagonally in the sky.

He walked towards the Hong Mansion.

The Hong Mansion was right in front of him, but Cong Ye inexplicably saw the decline and loneliness in this house.

His heart twitched slightly, and he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

He knocked for a long time before hearing footsteps inside the door.

"coming!"

"Who?"

The person inside the door yawned and pushed the door open a crack.

The doorkeeper's back was hunched, and he could clearly see the people outside the door through his foggy sleepy eyes.

"Cong...Master Cong Ye!"

A huge look of surprise burst out from his face.

He smiled, quickly opened the door, welcomed Cong in, and carefully closed the door.

The mansion was deserted, and Cong also noticed that there seemed to be a lot less people.

He looked at the gatekeeper in confusion and asked, "Did something happen while I was away?"

The joy on the gatekeeper's face slowly faded, as if it was covered with a layer of dust, and he said dejectedly: "Too many things have happened."

Cong Ye's heart tightened: "Is my master okay?"

The gatekeeper quickly said: "Second Master is fine, don't worry!"

Cong Ye breathed a sigh of relief and listened to the gatekeeper tell him what happened in the past two years.

From the theft of the Warring States silk books in the hands of Master Wu Wu, to the bloodbath of Lord Buddha to the Nine Sects, the Nine Sects declined.

The gatekeeper glanced at the Hong Mansion and said with emotion: "This matter was too big, and the second master also had to avoid the limelight, so he dismissed all the maids and servants in the Hong Mansion, leaving only a few people."

"The Liyuan has been locked up for quite some time. The branches under the Hong Mansion are dying and running away. The docks and merchants have also changed their people."

The gatekeeper is now considered an old man in the Hong Mansion, and he has seen all these situations.

Cong Ye: "I didn't expect so many things to happen."

However, the identity of Jiumen Tufuzi is too sensitive.

It is only a matter of time before he is liquidated by the people above.

As long as it doesn't damage its roots, it's fine.

It's okay for Zhang Qishan to take action. If it were someone else, the heads of each of the nine sects would still be in jail even if they wouldn't be shot.

Cong Ye was worried about this problem in the past, so he sold favors to his superiors everywhere.

Unexpectedly, the superiors assigned this task to Zhang Qishan.

Doubt flashed through Cong Ye's heart.

"Master, it's going to be light up soon. You go to rest and wash up for a while. Master will get up soon!"

The gatekeeper glanced at the increasingly brighter sky and said to Cong Ye.

Cong Ye nodded and told him: "You should go and rest too."

"okay!"

The gatekeeper responded with a smile.

Cong also returned to his room.

He was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and glanced at the door to confirm that it was correct.

So, why are Er Erhong and Kunlun sleeping in his room?

Cong Ye didn't know that the two of them were in his room beforehand, so he didn't stop opening the door.

So, he quickly met a pair of familiar eyes.

Er Erhong sat on the bed, the quilt slipped off his body, and looked at Cong Ye with an unusually dull look.

Cong Ye entered the house with a smile and closed the door.

Naturally, he put the suitcase in the closet, wiped his hands and face with the handkerchief hung on the wooden stand, and returned to the chair facing the bed to sit down.

"Cong Ye?"

Er Erhong could hardly tell whether this was a dream or reality.

His throat rolled, and he stared at the person in front of him.

A helpless sigh escaped Cong Ye's lips. He stood up and walked over, sitting down by the bed.

The distance between Er Erhong and him suddenly became so close.

Cong also hugged Er Erhong, buried his head in Er Erhong's neck, closed his eyes, and relaxed physically and mentally.

He spent almost all of this time on the run.

In front of Zhang Qiling, he was like an older brother, but in front of Er Erhong, he was just a child.

In February, the red heart softened into a cloud.

He gently touched Cong Ye's fluffy hair, and rubbed the top of his hair carefully and tenderly with his chin.

"Just come back."

"It's been a long journey."

February Hong's empty heart was suddenly filled, feeling sour and swollen, but very satisfied.

As long as Cong returned to him, he would have nothing more to ask for.

"uh-huh……"

In the wooden cradle bed, a white and tender calf kicked off the quilt and rested on the railing.

Kunlun stretched and sat up from the cradle in a twisted posture.

At first, Er Erhong was worried about whether her bones would be twisted. Later, Er Erhong felt relieved.

Because Kunlun's flexibility was beyond his imagination, Er Erhong could only attribute it to his extraordinary talent.

Kunlun wrinkled his nose, rubbed his eyes again, and stared at the person in Er Erhong's arms.

Her eyes widened, she stood up from the cradle and shouted:

"Cong Ye!"

Cong Ye opened his eyes and left Er Erhong's arms.

His eyes fell on Kunlun, who was quite tall, and he stretched out his hand to lift Kunlun out of the cradle.

"not bad!"

"It's pretty tall."

Cong Ye flicked the messy little chirps on Kunlun's head.

Kunlun held his head in his hands and held his mouth. He dared not speak out in anger.

Er Erhong burst out laughing. When Cong was not around, Kunlun was more courageous than the sky.

Now that Cong Ye is back, she doesn't dare to behave in front of Cong Ye anymore.

Er Erhong thought for a while, could this be the natural blood connection between father and daughter?

"What did you just call me?"

Cong Ye grabbed Kunlun's cheek and pulled it.

"Ow~"

Kunlun's face wrinkled up in pain, and he shouted reluctantly: "Cong Ye...!"

The remaining two words sounded quieter than a mosquito.

Cong also heard it, but he was unwilling to accept it.

Who can resist the joy of being called daddy?

"Can't hear."

Cong Ye continued to pull her cheeks.

"Father! Father!"

Kunlun was so angry that his eyes were red.

Not alive anymore!

She is dead!

She lost face as a goblin!

"Wow!"

The more Kunlun thought about it, the sadder he became. He jumped on the bed, threw himself into Er Erhong's arms and cried loudly.

Cong Ye: "..."

Er Erhong patted Kunlun's back comfortingly, with a smile in her eyes, "Stop crying, are you still arguing with your father?"

Kunlun raised his head in disbelief and looked at Er Erhong:

"He's such a big man and I'm so small!"

Cong should have let her go!

Why is Er Erhong like this?

Kunlun, who was not favored, jumped out of bed angrily and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

Cong Ye asked her casually.

"I want to leave Hongfu."

Who hasn't lost his temper yet?

The sea is wide enough for a cat to leap, and the sky is high enough for a cat to fly!

"Then remember not to come back."

Cong Ye warned her seriously.

Kunlun had already reached the door. She couldn't help but bared her teeth, and her pupils turned vertical in anger.

When he turned around, he was back to his original state.

"I'm not leaving!"

She doesn't want to be like Cong Ye.