Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Cong Ye took care of Zhang Qishan's wounds, and the two of them fell into silence for a while.

After Zhang Qishan made his feelings clear, Cong Ye felt unprecedentedly uncomfortable being in the same room with Zhang Qishan.

On the contrary, Zhang Qishan no longer had any scruples.

He leaned against the wall and stared at Cong Ye's straight nose. The light of the unattended flashlight on the ground moved slowly on it, just like the shadow of sunlight moving on a sundial.

Time passed by, leaving an impulse in his heart.

He thought there was not enough time, but he had no way to stop. The best way was to live forever.

The urge to love and be loved urges Zhang Qishan to speed up his pace.

He wants to gain immortality and also get Cong Ye's love.

In this weird silence, Cong couldn't bear it and stood up. He walked around the tomb, his eyes never falling on Zhang Qishan for a moment.

"Let's go."

Zhang Qishan never spoke, so Cong had no choice but to take the initiative.

Zhang Qishan was seriously injured now, so it was naturally impossible for him to act alone.

The two of them had no choice but to act together.

It would be better for him and Zhang Qishan to find something to do at the same time than to stay here all the time.

Zhang Qishan stood up supporting the wall and nodded towards Cong Ye: "Okay."

He didn't actually act that weak.

During his military career for most of his life, Zhang Qishan had narrowly escaped death many times.

Such an injury is insignificant to him, but as long as it can make Cong Ye feel pity, why not pretend to be vulnerable?

Cong Ye stood at the door waiting for him. Zhang Qishan smiled at him: "Trouble."

Cong Ye felt sour in his heart and couldn't tell what it felt like.

How could it be that the white hair on Zhang Qishan's temples was deliberately thrust into his eyes at this time.

Cong also never thought that one day he and Zhang Qishan would become like this.

Cong didn’t say anything.

The two people walked in the quiet tomb.

"[Chang'e, the No. [-] DJ in the Fairyland]: Well, I noticed something wrong..."

Chang'e's comments floated across the barrage in front of her.

Only then did Cong Ye realize that he had forgotten to turn off the live broadcast room.

But it doesn't matter whether it's off or not.

Anyway, there’s nothing that everyone can’t watch.

Also, is Chang'e's intuition too keen?

Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan walked together.

They would encounter traps from time to time, but Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan were both very skilled, and ordinary traps would have no effect on them.

After entering the next tomb chamber, Cong also saw wooden boxes placed on both sides of the wide tomb passage.

He swept the dust on the wooden box and opened it. There was a volume of silk books in the wooden box.

After all, his knowledge in this area was shallow, so he looked at Zhang Qishan beside him.

Zhang Qishan looked solemn, carefully picked up a silk book, looked at it, and confirmed: "It should be a silk book from the Warring States Period."

There was a look of surprise in his eyes.

Gaining something is the best.

Although he could not understand the contents of the silk books, the world was so big and full of wonders that there were always people who studied the writings of the Warring States Period who could decipher the contents of the silk books.

Since this silk book is placed here, it proves that it must be closely related to immortality.

Cong also glanced at the wooden box in front of him, and then at the larger tomb.

The wooden boxes are connected one to another. If they are all filled with Warring States silk books, it may take a lot of effort to move them out.

Cong also opened the wooden boxes one by one.

When he reached the last wooden box, a red lightning suddenly flashed quickly in his peripheral vision.

"Ah."

Cong Ye was knocked away by Zhang Qishan and took a few steps back to stabilize his body. He took a closer look and saw that Zhang Qishan in front of him let out a muffled groan, with a red snake hanging from his arm.

The dagger flashed with cold light, and the snake biting Zhang Qishan's arm was cut in half.

Cong Ye quickly pulled out the ribbon and tightened it tightly on Zhang Qishan's arm to prevent the venom from spreading.

He helped Zhang Qishan sit down, neatly made an incision on the place where the snake bit him, took out cold water from his backpack, and slowly washed the wound bitten by the snake.

While continuously rinsing the wound, squeeze repeatedly to promote the venom to be discharged from the incision.

Cong Ye's face was gloomy, and he kept moving his hands. After enduring it for a long time, a voice mixed with anger still sounded in Zhang Qishan's ears:

"Who asked you to block it for me?"

He knew Zhang Qishan had good intentions, but anger still filled his chest uncontrollably.

Snakes can't hurt him at all.

There is absolutely no need for Zhang Qishan to do this.

He didn't look at Zhang Qishan, but concentrated on squeezing out the venom for him.

Zhang Qishan's voice sounded above Cong Ye's head, with a faint smile in his weak voice:

"Subconscious action."

Even he himself didn't react.

Cong Ye took a deep breath and raised his head to carefully observe Zhang Qishan's face.

Zhang Qishan's face became paler and his lips turned purple.

Cong didn't know the species of the snake just now, nor did he know how venomous it was, and he was not a doctor.

Zhang Qishan won't die here, will he?

The moment this idea appeared in Cong Ye's mind, his heart sank to the bottom uncontrollably.

"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Cong Ye asked quickly.

It would be great if there was serum at this time.

Even if there is no serum, you have to be sent to the hospital to use professional equipment to detoxify.

Zhang Qishan leaned against the wall and looked at him quietly, "I feel a little dizzy."

Cong Ye's hand holding the kettle trembled.

He had been friends with Zhang Qishan for 30 to [-] years, so it was impossible for him to just watch Zhang Qishan die in front of him!

What's more, Zhang Qishan's injury was still because of him...

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

Cong was not willing to take his life like this.

"Cong Ye!"

Zhang Qishan's eyes turned red instantly.

Cong Ye raised his arm and sucked out the poisonous blood from him.

Such an approach is medically unacceptable.

Although it is more effective than washing with water, it is very likely to cause poisoning of two people.

Cong Ye is invulnerable to all poisons and knows it well, but Zhang Qishan does not know.

He is not injured and has no strength, let alone the current weak buff stacked state.

He could only watch as mouthfuls of dirty blood were spat out. Slowly, normal-colored blood flowed out of his arm.

Cong Ye wiped the corners of his mouth, first stopped the bleeding from Zhang Qishan's wound, and then wrapped a bandage.

After finishing this series of things, he started to rinse his mouth.

There was a fishy smell, and my stomach was churning uncomfortably.

Zhang Qishan looked at his face, and his heart seemed to be filled with stones, which made him hurt.

Even his hanging hand shook.

He thought, how could he give up Cong Ye?

He can't.

It wasn't until there was no smell in his mouth that Cong Ye put the water bottle back in and zipped up the backpack again.

His body suddenly leaned forward and was pulled into a hug.

Zhang Qishan held him tightly, his strong arms hugging him firmly.