Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

7、9、6、3、2、8、1、8、3。

Cong also turned the code disk to the correct number in turn.

In the process of turning the code disk, the touch of his fingers seemed to still remain on his palm.

That evening at Siguniang Mountain, facing the sunset, Mr. Liu wrote numbers one by one on the palm of his hand.

He took the trouble to ask him with his last breath if he remembered.

Cong also let go of his hand.

He didn't hesitate in the slightest.

This confidence was given to him by Mr. Liu.

The password disk is frozen.

Huge gears rotate rapidly.

There were sounds of steel joining together, like a beast chewing human bones.

toothache.

Ground shaking.

The entire Zhang family ancient building was shaking.

Cong Ye stood steadily on the spot.

Until the ancient door opened before him.

From the center of the nine circular code disks, a gap as thick as a human hair was opened.

Then, the gap got bigger and bigger, until it turned into a two-meter-wide door.

Behind the door is the secret hidden in the ancient Zhang family building.

It is the immortality that countless people want to pursue.

Cong also stepped in.

The door closed behind him.

The fifth floor is like a separate alien space.

The design of the Zhangjia Ancient Building is very exquisite, and each floor is like a separate space.

However, the fifth floor feels particularly strong.

The fifth floor is like a deep underground tomb.

Big, spacious, empty, cold...

This is Cong Ye's feeling.

A two-meter-wide stone path connects from the door to the central high platform.

Cong also looked at the dark abyss at his feet.

Wooden piles were nailed to the wall, and densely packed coffins were carried on top of the wooden piles.

Looking around, there are countless.

The stone path paved with boulders was almost 20 meters long, and Cong also walked to the central high platform.

This is a huge circular pillar with a small stone box placed on it.

The stone box is carved with dragon patterns.

Cong Ye planned to see if there was any mechanism that could hurt anyone on the high platform, and then open the stone box after confirming it.

However, the moment he lifted his foot, his ankle was suddenly held by a cold hand.

“[Li Yunlong is not Linglong]: It’s from me, it’s so scary!”

"[Prince Amusement Likes to Play with Water Guns]: Why are you pretending to be a ghost? Do you think I, Prince Amusement, was frightened?"

"..."

Cong Ye looked down and stopped breathing.

A strong, cold, stinging sadness that almost made him tremble suddenly occupied his entire mind. This sadness spread from the tailbone to the top of his head, exerting force at the same time, causing his mind to lose control in an instant. , the whole body was cold.

He squatted down stiffly, but lost his strength, and reluctantly half-knelt in front of Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan was sitting on the back of the high platform, the blood dried on his chest and the blood on his face was also dried.

He opened his eyes wide and tried his best to hold Cong Ye's ankle. When Cong Ye squatted down in front of him, his hand weakly let go.

"Zhang Qishan..."

Cong Ye’s voice was shaking.

Zhang Qishan was so close to him, why didn't he sense Zhang Qishan's aura and presence?

There is only one possibility.

——Zhang Qishan has lost his breath.

Zhang Qishan's eyes were astonishingly bright, and his chest heaved with difficulty. He said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

"You knew I was coming?"

Cong Ye looked at him. Zhang Qishan had been dead for a long time. The current Zhang Qishan was under the influence of the magnetic field of the Zhang Family Ancient Building.

The reason why we came to this conclusion is because Cong didn't hear his heartbeat.

His heart had stopped beating for a long time.

Even though he was talking now, he still couldn't hear his heartbeat.

"I know," Zhang Qishan's face was stained with blood, but some of the anxiety and anger dissipated from his brows, "I know you will definitely come to the Zhang Family Ancient Building."

Therefore, he had to wait for Cong Ye. He still had something to say to Cong Ye.

Sourness surged into Cong Ye's eyes and nose, and he forced it back.

"Cong Ye, don't blame me."

Zhang Qishan looked at him with nostalgia.

Many times, what blinds people is not illusion, but obsession.

He was so deeply affected by his obsession that he didn't realize his mistake until his life passed.

Cong didn't dare to speak. He was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, the choking sound would inevitably leak out.

Zhang Qishan said slowly: "Cong Ye, I want to eat peach blossom cake."

When they first met, the peach blossom cake Cong Ye gave him was the most delicious peach blossom cake he had ever eaten in his life.

Later, the peach blossom cakes would not have that refreshing sweetness unless they were sent by Cong Ye.

"Cong Ye, do you know what time it is this year?"

Zhang Qishan asked, he didn't need Cong Ye's answer, "Cong Ye, this year is 1972."

Cong was also stunned.

I don't know when he started to become slow and insensitive to time.

Time has long become a boring number in his long life.

He became more and more arrogant.

To time, to fate.

Because neither time nor fate could do anything to him, he became arrogant.

He kept repeating that he was just a human being, but as he repeated this sentence over and over again, his attitude had quietly changed.

Cong Ye suppressed the sobs in his throat.

Zhang Qishan's eyes have never been so gentle. Tenderness seems to be exclusive to February Red, and it rarely appears in Zhang Qishan, a powerful man who has been on the battlefield for decades.

His face and body were all wrinkled by time, and his sweetheart was different from him.

No matter the neck or face, there is not a single wrinkle at all.

The skin is as clear as the thin ice on a winter morning.

"Cong Ye, you have to be happy."

Every time Zhang Qishan said a word, Cong Ye's name would always be repeated before him.

He wanted to remember this name forever. Even if there was a real underworld, he would still carve this name into his soul.

Zhang Qishan had an apology on his face.

He hoped that Cong Ye would be happy and carefree, which was a wish he had made long ago.

But this wish was destroyed by him personally.

It was he who dragged Cong Ye into the water, causing the originally carefree Cong Ye to fall into the muddy water.

He is sinful.

Zhang Qishan's left and right hands were resting on his right hand, and he struggled to turn the two-ring ring on his wrist.

With his bloody hands, he personally pushed the second ring into Cong Ye's wrist.

He smiled with satisfaction.

My eyes gradually blurred.

Zhang Qishan tried to see Cong Ye's face clearly in front of him.

Cong Ye's face appeared in the field of vision like a nibble, but it was swallowed up by darkness before it could be connected into a clear and specific image.

The second before he completely sank into darkness, he heard Cong Ye calling him.

"Zhang Qishan..."

"Zhang Qishan..."

1927 years.

The streets of Changsha.

The 14-year-old boy held up a bag of pastries with a bright smile:

“His osmanthus cake and peach blossom cake are both signatures!”

"To be honest, I think your brother's eyebrows are extraordinary, and he will definitely have great fortunes in the future. I came here to ask for a favor in advance."

"I hope you didn't see the wrong person."

"I never see the wrong person."

Sorry, Cong Ye, you got the wrong person.