Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

The blind man squinted his eyes, looked at Cong Ye and suddenly smiled, touched his chin with unknown meaning and said:

"Why do I feel like you have changed?"

Cong also heard what he said and looked at him with interest and asked: "Tell me, what has changed?"

The blind man couldn't feel it, "I can't tell it, but I can feel it."

Cong Ye chuckled, "Then you have a very keen sense."

The Black Blind Man is never modest: "This is the least praiseworthy of all my advantages."

He put his hands on Cong Ye's shoulders again, putting half of his body weight on Cong Ye.

He rubbed his fingers carelessly and said, "As long as this is in place, I will fight for you."

Cong also glanced sideways at the movements on his hands. After spending so much time with the blind man, he certainly knew what the blind man's movements meant.

"I don't need you to go up mountains of swords and seas of fire. You just need to deliver a letter to me."

Cong Ye looked at him and said.

The blind man put his other hand under his nose and was quiet for a long time. Finally, he couldn't hold it back and asked, "Can't you make a phone call?"

Cong Ye chuckled lightly, "If I could make a phone call, would I still let you deliver the letter? You think you are the only smart person in the world, right?"

The black blind man chuckled: "There are only two smart people in the world, one is you and the other is me."

Cong Ye turned his wrist behind his back, and an orange-yellow letter was caught between his fingertips. He handed it to the blind man in front of him.

The black blind man pursed his lips and complained: "I haven't agreed yet..."

Although he said this, he still took the letter.

He looked up and down the plain yellow envelope and asked, "Who is it for? Where's the address?"

"Tibet, Modog, Khambalu."

The black blind man paused and opened his mouth slightly: "Isn't it? So far?"

Cong Ye looked at him: "Don't want to?"

The blind man had a complicated expression, "It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I finally came back and want to leave again, and I can't bear to leave you."

These words were said in a sticky tone, very shameless style of a black blind man.

Cong Ye took out a small yellow croaker and stuffed it into Heixiazi's jacket pocket.

He stared at the blind man again: "What about now?"

The blind man lowered his eyes, took out the small yellow croaker, held it in his hand, and said inexplicably:

"I don't only have money in my eyes..."

Cong Ye had disbelief written all over his face.

The black blind man simply held the little yellow croaker tightly and showed his typical heartless smile again: "Okay! I've got all the gold! I'll go this time!"

"To whom?"

The black blind man asked again.

Cong Ye: "In the hands of the lamasery master."

"Which lamasery?"

"There is only one lamasery in Khampa."

"Oh."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll open it and take a peek?"

"You can't open it."

The blind man didn't believe it, "This is just an ordinary envelope!"

He raised the letter in his hand.

"It's no ordinary envelope."

It was a long way from Changsha to Tibet, and the content of the letter was extremely important. Of course, it was impossible for Cong to use an ordinary envelope.

The black blind man glanced at Cong Ye steadily and nodded: "Okay! Anyway, you are great!"

There was a hint of disappointment in his heart.

An envelope worthy of Cong Ye taking it seriously must have a secret inside.

He thought that Cong believed in him, but he didn't expect that Cong also had a plan.

Gee.

He has been working under Cong Ye for decades, and Cong Ye is still indifferent to him for ten years.

The blind man wiped away his non-existent tears, "Then I'm leaving!"

Cong Ye nodded: "Let's go slowly without seeing you off."

"You really don't want to give it away?"

The black blind man lowered his hands.

"You have to come back anyway."

Cong Ye said.

The black blind man smiled: "That's right."

He put the letter in his underwear pocket and stretched out his hands towards Cong Ye.

The anticipation in his eyes penetrated directly through his sunglasses.

Cong Ye turned his head slightly, with confusion on his expression.

"Hey! You..."

The blind man sighed at Cong Ye's incomprehension, and took the initiative to hug Cong Ye: "Wait until I come back!"

Cong Ye nodded: "Waiting for you to come back."

He also patted the black blind man.

The black blind man strode toward the door.

Cong Ye watched the black blind man's back until he disappeared.

Hei Xiazi's ability believed that the letter would definitely reach the master's hands.

Regarding Zhang Qiling, Cong Ye would not trust anyone except his master.

……

A month later.

Cong also received news from Beijing.

He was in his study, lighting the note on fire.

Only a pile of embers remained in the ashtray.

Cong also went to the Zhang Mansion and came to thank Zhang Qishan on the pretext of taking care of Kunlun. He also took Kunlun with him.

After passing the notice, the housekeeper led Cong Ye and Kunlun toward the front hall.

On the way, Cong Ye's eyes passed by calmly.

Kunlun's perception was equally strong, and her voice sounded in Cong Ye's mind:

"There are many people hiding in the secrets of Zhang Mansion!"

Cong also glanced at her and nodded in agreement.

From the moment he stepped into Zhang's mansion, he noticed sights everywhere.

The entire Zhang Mansion is about to become a nest.

"Why are so many people hiding?"

"The last time I came there weren't so many people!"

Kunlun asked puzzled questions.

Cong also said in his mind: "Because a big shot is coming."

"Ok?"

Kunlun blinked, his green pupils faint: "What big shot?"

Cong didn't answer.

Kunlun didn't have the guts to chase after Cong Ye and ask.

Arrived in the vestibule.

Zhang Qishan sat on the sofa, the teacup in front of him steaming.

His eyes fell on Cong Ye, and Kunlun didn't take his eyes away.

"sit."

Zhang Qishan pointed to the sofa in front of him.

Cong also sat down, and Kunlun sat obediently beside him, looking around with his eyes.

She sniffed and looked at the bookshelf.

Well, there is another room behind the bookshelf. Do you want to tell Cong Ye that there is someone in it?

Kunlun tilted his head.

"Don't be polite to me."

Knowing that Cong also came to thank Kunlun, Zhang Qishan told Cong Ye.

If Cong Ye came alone, of course he would welcome him, but with him being a burden, he would feel a bit intrusive.

"Go play in the yard."

Cong Ye touched Kunlun's head and glanced at him, with a look in his eyes that only he and Kunlun could understand.

Kunlun smiled broadly at Cong Ye: "No problem!"

Zhang Qishan immediately understood that Cong also deliberately drove away Kunlun.

So he cooperated and said to the housekeeper on the side: "Take the children out to play."

The housekeeper nodded immediately and left with the jumping Kunlun in hand.

There were only two people left in the room, Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan.

"What do you want to say to me?"

Zhang Qishan took a sip of tea and stared directly at Cong Ye's face.

"What are you going to do after you find Zhang Qiling?"

Cong also lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

Zhang Qishan raised his eyebrows. He looked at Cong Ye and thought of Chen Pi again, feeling clear in his heart.

He also knew that the search for Zhang Qiling could not be hidden from Cong Ye for long.

He knew that Cong was also a kind-hearted and emotional person, so he didn't want Cong to know.

Now Cong Ye's attitude was obviously beyond his expectation.