Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

News came from Chunshan Hall in Beijing.

Mr. Wang secretly went to Changsha again.

After getting the news, Cong Ye drank a cup of tea and went to Zhang Mansion.

There are a lot more soldiers in the dark of Zhang Mansion, presumably to protect Mr. Wang.

While he was waiting for the butler, his eyes passed over the bodies of these soldiers.

"Master Cong Ye, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long. Lord Buddha asked me to invite you in quickly!"

The housekeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly apologized to Cong Ye.

Cong Ye shook his head: "It doesn't matter."

He followed the butler into the living room.

Zhang Qishan was sitting on the sofa, his expression gloomy and unclear.

The moment he saw Cong Ye, he calmed down and smiled.

The housekeeper brought Cong Ye and left consciously.

Recently, Buddha has not been in a very good mood.

The servants in the house are conscious not to touch Buddha's bad luck.

Cong also sat down opposite Zhang Qishan and asked him bluntly:

"Has Mr. Wang been held accountable?"

It was obviously a question, but he was quite sure.

The superiors allocated talents and the best equipment to Zhang Qishan, but in the end they brought nothing out and instead lost troops and generals.

Of course, the higher authorities will hold Zhang Qishan accountable.

So what will Zhang Qishan do?

He also wants to continue to master the power of "it" and continue to search for immortality.

In order to realize his plan that has not yet succeeded, he can only take himself out and shift the responsibility to others.

Who should I blame?

Lu Mingyue was originally the person above, so blaming it on Lu Mingyue would not work.

Jiumen is Zhang Qishan's foundation. It is impossible for him to personally shirk the responsibility to Jiumen.

Who else could it be?

Only Zhang Qiling was left.

As long as Zhang Qiling takes responsibility, there will be no loss to other people.

Cong Ye knew that, but Cong Ye still wanted to hear Zhang Qishan personally refute his speculation.

Tell him he's overthinking it.

"No."

Zhang Qishan twitched the corner of his lips and said very naturally.

Cong Ye stared directly at him.

"You can't fool me."

"Mr. Wang held him accountable. You pushed Zhang Qiling out."

Cong also thought a lot, and guesses came to his mind one after another:

"Old Wang is too old, he can't wait any longer."

"If you tell Zhang Qiling the secret of his immortality, what will Mr. Wang do to him?"

"Imprisoning him in a secret place on charges of tomb robbing is actually a human experiment on him to verify immortality."

"You will give up your merits and continue to lead the organization."

"The plan to open the Zhang Family Ancient Building."

He didn't pause.

The brain is like a running machine.

Zhang Qishan's plan was completely guessed by him.

Zhang Qishan was speechless and had nothing to say.

Cong Ye guessed everything, and he couldn't help but smile, but there was a bit of bitterness in the smile: "Cong Ye, you are really smart."

But he didn't expect Cong to be so smart.

Cong didn't want to hear this either.

"Are you already sure you want to do this?"

Cong Ye’s voice was as light as cotton wool.

He asked this question with an obvious answer with a calmness that was incredible to him.

The familiar toughness and coldness appeared on Zhang Qishan's face:

"I've already done that."

"The arrest warrant above will be coming down soon."

"Cong Ye, don't go against me, let alone those above."

His last words sounded like a request.

"Are you so sure you will succeed?"

Cong Ye looked slightly cold.

Zhang Qishan sighed silently: "Since you have made your choice, it is best to assume that you will succeed. Worrying about the future and regretting the past are enough."

He knew there would be regrets.

It doesn't matter, life is made up of regrets.

There is no best solution in the world.

These words fit Zhang Qishan's character very well.

Cong also knew that there was absolutely no possibility of Zhang Qishan changing his mind.

He stood up and his eyes turned completely cold.

"Do you remember you owe me a promise?"

Zhang Qishan's expression changed.

It seems that many years ago, he and Cong Ye were still friends who could be trusted with their backs without any worries.

Cong Ye helped him save him again and again, and at that time he made a promise to Cong Ye.

At that time, he said that no matter what Cong Ye wanted, he would give it to Cong Ye.

But now, he broke his promise.

Because Zhang Qiling's plan must not be stopped, even if Cong hates him for it.

"sorry."

He could give anything to Cong Ye and do it for Cong Ye, but he would not let go of this thing.

Cong Ye took a deep breath, almost unable to suppress the irony and disappointment in his heart.

He put something on the table in front of Zhang Qishan and left Zhang Mansion without looking back.

Zhang Qishan lowered his head to look at the things on the table, feeling a sudden spasm deep in his chest and a dull pain.

That was the gun he once gave to Cong Ye.

After so many years, the surface of the gun is still smooth, free from dust and not even scratched, which is enough to prove that it has been well cared for.

He was the one who felt sorry for Cong Ye.

Zhang Qishan raised his head, his eyes red.

It is a long way from Zhang Mansion to Changsha Chunshan Hall.

Cong didn't call for a taxi, but walked slowly.

Zhang Qishan's change was unexpected.

He just wanted to give Zhang Qishan a chance.

Thinking, what if?

Unfortunately, there is no such eventuality.

Zhang Qishan was determined to sacrifice Zhang Qiling.

Then Cong can only start his plan.

He gave Zhang Qishan a chance.

Zhang Qishan himself gave up this opportunity.

Then don't blame him next.

His plan is bound to conflict with Zhang Qishan.

The result of the conflict was that Zhang Qishan lost everything he wanted and everything he had now.

People always have to pay the price for their greed.

……

night.

Cong Ye explained Kunlun’s whereabouts to Er Yuehong.

"I sent Kunlun abroad."

When he bravely stated this reason, Cong was already prepared to accept repeated questioning from Er Erhong.

To his surprise, Er Erhong just looked at him steadily for a while, and then nodded:

"Oh, I see."

Cong Ye: "?"

He swallowed and stared straight at Er Erhong, unable to eat anymore.

"master……"

Cong Ye shouted cautiously.

Er Erhong looked at him doubtfully: "What's wrong?"

Cong Ye couldn't help but ask: "Don't you find it strange?"

The corners of Er Erhong's mouth curled up slightly and she shook her head nonchalantly: "It's not strange!"

Cong Ye: "..."

He held his chin and began to doubt life.

Could it be that he was thinking too much?

Wouldn't normal people find it strange?

Or is his master not a normal person?

Cong also shook his head.

What are you thinking? February red is extremely normal.

"Okay, let's have dinner."

Er Erhong didn't know about Cong Ye's brainstorming, but it didn't affect him at all as he was in a good mood to serve porridge for Cong Ye.

Cong couldn't figure it out either, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

He started cooking rice in earnest.