Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

From Changsha to Linzhi, Tibet, you have to cross half of China.

The distance between them is nearly [-] kilometers.

Such a long distance requires several days of non-stop driving, not to mention that they have to take care of others and be responsible for their own safety.

Rested all night.

Hongjin walked out of the tent and stretched.

He glanced at the sky and began to pack up the tent.

I didn't forget to kick Lu Jian's calf during the process.

"Get up, pack your things, and we'll set off later."

He stepped over Lu Jian's outstretched calf and carefully folded the tent with his big hands.

Lu Jian stood up lazily. He was tall and unshaven, but his movements revealed a deftness and speed that was extremely inconsistent with his image.

His methodical appearance looked like he was trained in the military camp.

However, during the Anti-Japanese War, he did stay on the battlefield and in the army for more than ten years.

Now he was changing some habits, but some deeper movements were etched into his blood.

Cheng Guang got out of the car and gave breakfast to Hong Jin and Lu Jian.

He is different from Hong Jin and Lu Jian. He looks more delicate, but he is a master of swordsmanship.

Lu Jian tore off a piece of scallion pancake and threw it into his mouth. He glanced at Cheng Guang and Hong Jin curiously:

"What do you think the man lying inside has to do with our young master?"

Hong Jin glanced at him lukewarmly: "You shouldn't ask more questions."

Lu Jian grinned carelessly.

This is how the three of them usually get along.

You won't get angry because of the other person's tone.

Lu Jian continued: "I'm not curious! Master, he put so much effort into letting us ambush on the Qinghai Road and drugging Zhang Qishan's soldiers just to get us to send him to Kangbaluo. not understand……"

He couldn't figure it out and shook his head in confusion.

Cheng Guang kicked his calf: "If you don't understand, you don't understand, and you don't need to understand."

Lu Jian smiled and patted his butt: "Yes."

At this time, Cheng Guang seemed to remember something and handed a notebook to Hong Jin.

"Brother Hong, this is what fell out of that man. There is also a record of the young master in it."

Cheng Guang looked solemn.

He had served as a scout and intelligence soldier and was extremely sensitive to such things.

Hongjin was also stumped for a moment.

He didn't understand the relationship between this man and the young master, and he didn't dare to make a decision easily.

He didn't even know the details of the person in front of him. If this person had any conspiracy...

Hongjin frowned and took the notebook. He didn't open it and put it directly into his arms:

"Forget it, I will hand it over to the young master personally when I go back and let the young master decide."

Lu Jian's eyes lit up: "I think this is a good idea."

Cheng Guang also had no objection. He raised his leg and was about to kick Lu Jian, but Lu Jian got out of the way.

"Go drive!"

Cheng Guang raised his chin towards him.

Lu Jian nimbly jumped into the passenger seat and waved to him and Hong Jin: "You two, get in the car!"

Hongjin had tried his best to save time, but it still took him nearly a month to reach Medog under Linzhi.

The mountain road was rugged and they had to keep asking for directions.

They were able to arrive so quickly because they all came from the battlefield and had sufficient experience.

Cong also informed them in advance of the road to Kangbalu and the things to pay attention to.

Although Hongjin and the others were mentally prepared for the bad weather at the pass, they were still shocked when they actually saw it.

The towering snow-capped mountains look like majestic judges in the doomsday.

The sky and snow are the same color.

The goose-feather heavy snow keeps falling, deliberately trying to drive away outsiders from this pure land.

And the pass they must pass through seems to be the only passage in the world.

The wind was howling and the blizzard was blowing in my face, making it almost impossible to see the road ahead.

They drove this section of the road for two full days.

If you are not careful, you and your car may fall into the abyss.

Hong Jin felt strange in his heart, and he almost couldn't wait to complete the task assigned to him by Cong Ye, and then leave this place.

When they arrived at the Lama Temple, the weather finally improved a lot.

They carefully lifted Zhang Qiling down, who had not yet woken up, and knocked on the door of the Lama Temple.

The heavy snow drowned out the sound of human footsteps.

The door opened silently.

Behind the door stood a young lama.

In the eyes of Hongjin and others, this young lama is just a child.

"You... who are you looking for?"

When the young lama saw the three strong figures, he couldn't help but take two steps back, with caution hidden in his eyes.

Cheng Guang showed a friendly smile and explained:

"Hello, little master, we are coming from Changsha to send him here."

Cheng Guang turned sideways slightly.

The young lama saw the face of the person they were carrying.

His eyes widened and he opened his mouth, but did not blurt out the words Zhang Qiling.

The Guru's words rang in his mind.

He understood immediately.

The old friend the master mentioned was Zhang Qiling.

The little lama quickly called them in.

Put Zhang Qiling on the bed.

The little lama swallowed: "What happened to him?"

Cheng Guang smiled at the little lama: "He fell asleep."

Hongjin and the others didn't want to stay any longer. After sending the people there, they couldn't wait to drive away from Kangbaluo.

When the silver world was left behind them, the faint sense of crisis that filled their hearts finally dissipated without a trace.

"It's really weird."

On the road.

Lu Jian lit a cigarette and recalled the frightening journey across the pass, and couldn't help but sigh.

Cheng Guang nodded silently.

It was an uncomfortable feeling, as if I had been excluded from a world for no reason.

Hongjin was driving and didn't say much.

……

Snow mountain.

Kham falls.

Lamasery.

The little lama squatted in front of Zhang Qiling's window, staring at him intently.

After a while, he saw the long eyelashes fluttering in front of his eyes, and a pair of eyes opened without warning.

The little lama was frightened. He took a step back, stood up and looked at Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling woke up in chaos.

There is a fresh wood aroma in front of me.

He is somewhat familiar.

He slowly sat up on the bed.

Eyes moving around.

Finally, it fell on the little lama.

"Zhang Qi Ling."

The little lama shouted.

Zhang Qiling looked at him clearly, but there was no trace of him in his eyes.

The little lama was a little flustered.

He is not as calm as the master.

"who are you?"

With just one sentence, the little lama understood.

Zhang Qiling lost his memory.

The master said that Zhang Qiling has amnesia.

"You don't remember anything?"

The little lama was a little surprised and a little anxious.

Because the master did not tell him what to do in such a situation.

Zhang Qiling looked at him with an expressionless face, his eyes as empty as his heart.

He subconsciously reached out and held his chest.

There is a night pearl there.

He didn't know where it came from or what it meant.

But this action was done without thinking.

It was as if his body was reminding him that he shouldn't forget.