Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Cong Ye pushed Zhang Qishan away firmly and quickly.

He lowered his eyes and stood up.

Although he didn't say a word, Zhang Qishan froze for a moment as if he had been stabbed.

He knew that this would happen after the announcement.

He was prepared to face Cong Ye's coldness and alienation, but he was still hurt by Cong Ye's attitude.

But Zhang Qishan has no regrets.

He did not regret telling Cong Ye his true feelings.

Even though the pain was like heart spasm, he didn't regret it.

He just wanted Cong Ye to see his passion, love and desire.

The future and destiny are too uncertain.

Zhang Qishan didn't know if he still had future tenses. He seemed to have cut them off by the roots. He only had the present, only the present tense, so he couldn't hide it for a moment. He wanted to reveal it completely.

It's like the lake has been drained, exposing the rocky beach for a panoramic view.

Cong Ye changed the subject: "There may be clues to the Zhang family's ancient building hidden in the Warring States silk books. After we get out, find someone to transport it out. We can continue to explore other tombs. Maybe we can gain something."

Zhang Qishan stood up, but Cong didn't help him this time.

The two people walked into the next tomb one after another again.

"Suddenly I want to eat peach blossom cake."

Zhang Qishan said nonsensically.

Cong Ye paused and said, "When you get back from here, you can eat as much as you want."

Zhang Qishan smiled and said, "I remember the first time we met. At that time, I just came to Changsha. We met on the street and you gave me a box of peach blossom cakes."

Cong didn't want to hear him reminiscing about the past.

Memories are beautiful, but no one lives in memories.

"When we return to Changsha together, you can give me another peach blossom cake."

Zhang Qishan said.

His voice is soft.

For a person like him who is used to giving orders, suddenly softening and pleading in such a tone makes it hard for people to refuse.

But Cong Ye was worried, worried that he would cause any misunderstandings to Zhang Qishan. Huo Xiangu's lessons were still in Cong Ye's memory, so he responded ambiguously: "Let's talk about it later."

Zhang Qishan was not angry at all, but he knew better that he and Cong could not go back to the past.

The tomb was very quiet.

Their footsteps were particularly clear.

It was said to be a tomb, but Cong didn't see a coffin.

Apart from old and decaying wooden boxes, there were just piles of rocks.

The mechanisms on both sides are old, but they can still emit powerful iron spikes.

Cong also avoided the mechanism but did not destroy it.

There must be something left for future tomb robbers.

Otherwise, it would be so boring along the way.

Cong Ye now has a good eye for identifying mechanisms. He pushed away a piece of brick in front of him with one palm, reached in and touched the mechanism on the wall behind. With a slight turn, the stone door in front of him slowly opened.

Dusty.

He took two steps back and fanned the dust in front of him.

A pungent rotten smell suddenly hit him and Zhang Qishan.

Cong Ye covered his nostrils and frowned tightly.

With such a strong putrid smell, how many corpses must be in it?

All the doors were opened, and Cong Ye and Zhang Qishan walked in cautiously.

The light of the flashlight was shone around them.

Bones, skeletons and carrion corpses hit Cong Ye's sight at the same time.

Clusters of insect eggs squirmed on the corpse.

From time to time, long red lines wandered over the corpse.

That was the poisonous snake that just attacked Zhang Qishan.

The poisonous snake did not attack Zhang Qishan and Cong Ye.

Cong also guessed something.

He looked forward.

Two figures are running towards this side.

"master!"

The visitors were none other than Er Erhong and Zhang Qiling.

Er Erhong didn't have time to say anything to Cong Ye, so she grabbed Cong Ye's wrist and ran out: "Hurry up!"

The four people returned to the tomb containing the Warring States silk books. Zhang Qiling immediately closed the valve and the stone door fell again.

At the same time, a dull banging sound came from behind the door.

Cong Ye was stunned for a second and looked at Er Erhong: "Master, what's inside?"

Er Erhong pursed her lips: "I don't know either. He looks human but not human. He is very aggressive and his skin is as hard as iron, making it difficult for guns and knives to penetrate."

At this time, Zhang Qiling's figure next to Er Erhong shook.

Cong Ye was startled and quickly supported him. The moment he came closer, the faint smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose. Cong Ye grabbed his wrist: "Are you injured?"

There was a deep scar on Zhang Qiling's palm that was opened by Cong Ye. The flesh and blood were turned out and looked hideous. There were wounds of varying severity on the shoulders, waist and abdomen, thighs and calves.

Zhang Qiling shook his head and looked at Cong Ye: "Small injury."

Cong also wanted to give him a hammer on his head: "This is still a minor injury. A serious injury is only if you lose your life, right?"

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Cong Ye took out the medical first-aid supplies from his backpack and carefully bandaged Zhang Qiling's wounds.

"Where did the injury on your hand come from?"

Cong also noticed something was wrong.

The wound on Zhang Qiling's palm was clearly a knife wound.

He looked at Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling's eyelashes drooped lower.

Cong Ye narrowed his eyes, and a guess crossed his mind: "Did you draw it yourself?"

"Small wound."

Zhang Qiling repeated two words.

It can be regarded as acquiescing to Cong Ye's guess.

He rowed it himself.

Cong Ye looked at him. His face was still stained with dust from nowhere, and there was a sensitive heart hidden under his expressionless face.

Cong Ye felt soft and tied the bandage, "Although it is a small injury, it will hurt."

Zhang Qiling looked at him and touched the bandage on his left hand with his right hand.

"It doesn't hurt."

"..."

It hurts if you are a human being.

"Before you do anything in the future, think about what I told you."

“Protecting yourself is always the most important thing.”

Cong Ye shook his head worriedly.

Zhang Qiling nodded slightly.

Zhang Qishan looked at Er Erhong and asked, "Second Master, are there any clues in it?"

Er Erhong and Zhang Qiling are the most efficient.

They had reached the end of the tomb and encountered the monster trapped in the deepest part.

Er Erhong shook her head and looked at Zhang Qishan, her eyes calm and calm: "There are no clues in it. The clues and keys to the Zhang family's ancient building may only be found in these Warring States silk books."

Zhang Qishan nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Second Master."

Er Erhong shook her head and said nothing.

In this case, there is no other way.

The next task is to find other people and get everyone together to leave here.

Then someone was found to transport the silk books out of the tomb.

The four of them returned along the previous path.

"Ouch!"

Not long after I walked out, there was a dull sound from the front.

Cong Ye smiled when he heard this familiar voice.

Qi Tiezui stood up while rubbing his butt and looked around: "Why did it fall down all of a sudden?"

Next to him, Master Jiu patted the dust on his body and said, "It seems that we have found the real tomb."

"Eighth Master, Ninth Master."

Cong also walked towards them.

Qi Tiezui rubbed his eyes, and sure enough he saw four figures.

"Cong Ye!"

A look of surprise flashed across his face.