Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Siguniang Mountain is located in Xiaojin County, Aba Tibetan and Qiang Autonomous Prefecture, Sichuan Province.

In the 60s and [-]s, this place was not very famous.

Many people have never even heard of this place name in their entire lives.

Xiaojin County is located in the embrace of mountains, and the ethnic minorities here live like a secluded paradise.

Just today, a long motorcade drove up the rugged and muddy road in the sleepy Xiaojin County.

Before this convoy entered Xiaojin County, people here had never even seen a car.

In their eyes, a car looked like a giant iron beast, roaring into their home.

Soon, a large group of Tibetans gathered on the spot, carrying weapons and equipment, riding tall horses, and surrounded the convoy.

Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan were sitting in a car, followed by Zhang Qiling and Er Erhong.

Cong also opened the car door: "I'll go down and tell them."

His wrist was grabbed, and Zhang Qiling looked at him quietly: "I'll go."

Zhang Qiling opened the car door, and Cong got out of the car anyway. He followed Zhang Qiling: "I'll follow you."

Seeing them getting out of the car, the Tibetans here showed panic in their eyes.

Their eyes were focused on Zhang Qiling and Cong Ye, but they did not launch an attack.

Zhang Qiling spoke out and blurted out proficient Tibetan.

Zhang Qiling and the Tibetan leader did not know what kind of cooperation they had reached.

The leading Tibetan asked the crowd to disperse, and took the initiative to lead the way for them on horseback.

Back in the car, Cong Ye asked him: "What did you say to him?"

"I promised him to lead the way and pay him the toll."

Zhang Qiling looked at Cong Ye and said.

Very good, very simple and effective method.

Cong couldn't help teasing him: "Do you have money to pay him for traveling?"

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyelashes and shook his head.

Cong Ye chuckled: "It's okay, I'll pay for the travel expenses."

Zhang Qiling looked up at him again, shook his head, and pointed at Zhang Qishan who was driving next to Cong Ye.

Cong Ye laughed so hard that he leaned against the car window and looked at Zhang Qishan jokingly: "Remember to pay the toll later!"

Zhang Qiling took his hands back and sat obediently in the back seat.

Zhang Qishan glanced at Cong Ye with a smile on his face from the corner of his eye, curled his lips and nodded indulgently: "Okay."

Cong couldn't hear his tone before, but since Zhang Qishan expressed his stance, Cong has become more sensitive.

Sometimes Zhang Qishan's words that go beyond the meaning of brother and friend would make Cong Ye feel awkward and uncomfortable.

For example, now, Zhang Qishan's simple word "good" made Cong Ye's skin crawl.

He looked directly out the window, looking at the mountains in the distance, and stopped talking.

Zhang Qishan noticed his changes and his eyes darkened.

Behind Cong Ye sat Er Erhong. His eyes passed over Zhang Qishan calmly, and he immediately understood something.

"Are you feeling motion sick?"

Er Erhong gently rubbed the top of Cong Ye's hair.

Cong Ye shook his head: "It's okay to open the car window."

The air here is moist and fresh, and motion sickness is not particularly uncomfortable.

The altitude is getting higher and higher.

Oxygen is also getting thinner and thinner.

Fortunately, Cong Ye and the others were in good physical condition and did not suffer from high reflexes.

After driving for more than six hours, we arrived at the foot of Siguniang Mountain.

The Tibetan at the front dismounted and said something to Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling translated to them:

"You can't drive or ride a horse in front, you can only hike up the mountain."

The highest altitude of Mount Siguniang can reach 6000 meters.

There was thick snow covering the middle of the way.

This journey is destined to be extremely difficult.

Fortunately, Cong Ye and the others were all tomb robbers who had been engaged in physical labor for a long time, and no one backed down in front of this continuous snow-capped mountain.

This trip is for "it" to find the key to the Zhang family's ancient building. The equipment provided by "it" is currently the best in the country. Since there were still women in the team, they set up a simple tent and started changing clothes.

Cong Ye put on his boots, put on his backpack, zipped his clothes to the top, and buried his chin in his collar.

"Wear a hat."

Er Erhong also changed his clothes. He held a soft leather hat in his hand and stretched out his hand towards Cong Ye's head.

Seeing this, Cong Ye obediently bent down and asked Er Erhong to put it on him.

Er Erhong put on her hat and patted his head gently: "Very cute."

Even if Cong is a hundred years old, he is still cute.

Cong Ye smiled and rolled his eyes.

He glanced at the hat on Yue Erhong's head and asked, "Master, do you still have a hat?"

Er Erhong was stunned and went to get another hat for him: "What's wrong?"

"nothing!"

"Thank you master!"

Cong Ye took the hat and walked towards Zhang Qiling who had just put on his boots. Before Zhang Qiling could stand up, his head was held down by Cong Ye, and a small leather hat fell on his head.

Cong Ye took two steps back, clapped his hands, and looked at Zhang Qiling: "Not bad."

Zhang Qiling reached out and touched the small leather hat on his head, pursed his lips, and looked at Cong Ye.

Er Erhong landed two meters away from them and looked at them silently.

After getting ready, their long team started climbing.

Siguniang Mountain has not yet been developed, and the climbing road is rugged and steep.

If you don't pay attention, you will fall to pieces.

The Tibetan leader led the way, followed by Zhang Qiling and Zhang Qishan.

Behind them are Cong Ye and Er Erhong.

People from the Nine Sects are distributed at the front.

They are all experienced veterans and have experienced more dangerous situations, including a snow mountain.

There are also people with extraordinary skills in "It" organization.

The group of people followed the Tibetan steadily, making him look at them curiously several times.

"careful!"

Er Erhong's feet slipped, and his arms were immediately tightly grasped by Cong Ye beside him, stabilizing his figure.

The sense of disappointment in Er Erhong's heart subsided. He glanced at Cong Ye, who had worried eyes, and shook his head at him: "It's okay, I was just distracted."

Cong Ye smiled at him: "It doesn't matter, the master is much better than me."

Er Erhong blinked her eyes, immediately lowered her head and continued climbing, her eyes feeling sour for a moment.

Time has really abandoned him.

Chen Pi walked behind Cong Ye. He glanced at Er Erhong and said nothing.

Master Ba wiped his sweat, stretched out his head and glanced at the bottom of the steep cliff. He suddenly shuddered: "This is too high."

Master Jiu held his shoulders: "Master Eight, don't look. The more you look, the more panic you get."

Huo Xiangu's feet were steady and she didn't feel tired at all. She glanced at Qi Tiezui funnyly and joked: "Don't worry, Mr. Ba, if you fall, we will definitely return to Changsha to hold a glorious funeral for you."

Qi Tie's face darkened, he glared at Huo Xiangu fiercely, and said no more.

Zhang Qiling looked back at Cong Ye and uttered three words: "We're almost there."

Cong also nodded.