Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

Er Erhong never took the initiative to mention the Liyuan incident to Cong Ye.

What he was worried about was reluctant Cong Ye.

He didn't want Cong to do anything he didn't want to do.

Er Erhong didn't speak, he lowered his eyes and stared at the tea cup on the table.

Cong Ye's eyes were filled with the reflection of February Red.

Even if Er Erhong didn't say a word, he could know what Er Erhong was thinking.

"Master," Cong Ye held Er Erhong's hand. He looked at Er Erhong obediently, "Let me go! I won't force you at all!"

Er Erhong looked at him. He was still the same as before, without any change.

Er Erhong was caught off guard and saw her own reflection in his eyes. His breath was stagnant and his eyes were lowered: "Okay."

It is difficult for him to get along with Cong Ye like before.

He was already going downhill.

According to the old saying of the old man, he is called a person with half of his body buried in the soil.

He had to let Cong get used to it before leaving.

I'm used to not having him in Hong Mansion.

He knew that Cong was also a very strong child.

He will definitely be able to continue to live a good life.

Er Erhong just didn't want her departure to cause Cong too much and too long a sadness.

Cong Ye discussed things about the Liyuan with Er Erhong, and he went to Zhang Mansion.

The old housekeeper of the Zhang Mansion is getting older and older, and his eyes are no longer as clear as before and become cloudy.

Seeing Cong Ye, he stood up tremblingly: "Master Cong Ye is here."

Zhang's personal soldiers changed again, looking at him curiously and doubtfully.

In the end, their eyes were fixed on the second ring on Cong Ye's wrist.

"Is the adjutant here?"

It is most appropriate to leave the matter of Zhang Qishan's body to the adjutant.

Cong Ye thought about it and decided to hand over this task to the adjutant.

Since Zhang Qishan began to participate in the longevity project, all matters in Changsha have been handled by his adjutants.

The old housekeeper said to Cong Ye: "Adjutant Zhang is in the study. I will lead you in."

It was said that he was leading Cong Ye, but in fact it was Cong Ye who was supporting him.

The old housekeeper has turned into a skeleton and his days are numbered.

study.

Zhang Rishan was frowning while approving documents. When he raised his head, his eyes immediately focused on the figure at the door, and his brows relaxed unconsciously.

"Cong Ye!"

He put down the pen in his hand, stood up and walked towards Cong Ye.

The old housekeeper smiled and left the place.

Cong Ye looked away from the old housekeeper's back and looked at Zhang Rishan in front of him.

He doesn't age.

Time has deposited an increasingly striking temperament on him.

His face still looks like that of a 20-year-old.

Some of Zhang Qishan's temperament is reappearing in his body.

He is similar to Zhang Qishan, but not that similar.

"Zhang Qishan died in the Zhang family ancient building."

Cong Ye had a lot of euphemistic words running through his mind, but in the end he said it bluntly.

Zhang Rishan's mind buzzed, and he completely lost the ability to think.

He stopped, as if he had sunk into the ground covered with hard cement, unable to move a step.

This bad news was like someone picking up a hammer and hitting him hard on the head.

As he spent countless nights guarding Changsha alone, a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Thousands of miles away, he existed like a biological brother and died silently at the bottom of the dark water.

Now, this hunch has come true.

Zhang Rishan felt sharp pains in his heart, and veins popped out in his hands holding the desk.

It took a lot of effort for him to suppress this strong suffocation.

"Lord Buddha...his body..."

Zhang Rishan found his voice.

Cong Ye had gone to the coffin shop before to order a coffin for Zhang Qishan, and now Zhang Qishan's body was placed in the coffin shop.

The owner of the coffin shop held it with yellow paper and white candles.

Cong also told Zhang Rishan the address.

Cong can safely leave the rest to Zhang Rishan.

No one takes Zhang Qishan more seriously than Zhang Rishan.

Cong Ye walked out of Zhang Mansion and looked back at the building for the last time.

Memories from the past came flooding back uncontrollably.

……

Zhang Qishan's funeral was solemn.

The site selection and construction of the cemetery, the funeral ceremony, etc., took almost half a year in total.

Many people came to participate, including everyone from Jiumen and important figures from the military, political and business circles in Changsha, and even officials from above were sent to attend.

The day of the funeral was the coldest winter in Changsha City.

Snowflakes started to fall in Changsha, which never snows.

Cong was also wearing a black robe and a black fox fur cloak.

His vision was filled with white.

White snow covered the roofs of the houses in Changsha City, and even the newly connected electric wires were wrapped into cylinders by the snow.

This was a rare heavy snowfall in Changsha in a century, and everyone was amazed.

Cong Ye helped Er Erhong get into the car, and the car made two ruts in the snow.

Cong also didn't expect that the tomb site selected by Zhang Rishan for Zhang Qishan was in a mine.

Where everything begins, the ending is also buried, which is not bad.

The soldiers of the Zhang family personally delivered Zhang Qishan's coffin into the tomb that had been renovated in the mine.

During the whole process, everyone in the Nine Sects watched silently.

This heavy snow seems to have no intention of stopping.

Cong also opened an umbrella to cover himself and Er Erhong.

The mourners came to Zhang Qishan's coffin one by one and put down their things.

Zhang Rishan always waited beside Zhang Qishan's coffin with an expressionless face.

The first one to step forward was Er Erhong. He didn't say anything, but gently put down the white chrysanthemum in his hand.

The second person to come forward was Qi Tiezui. His eyes were red and he murmured: "I told you not to go to that damn place... Why didn't you listen..."

The person who succeeded Qi Tiezui came forward, Chen Pi. He had nothing in his hands. He glanced at Zhang Qishan's tombstone and then looked away.

Wu Wuye came up next. He rushed over from Hangzhou in a hurry. He didn't even have time to change his clothes, and his clothes were stained with dust from the long journey.

"Lord Buddha, let's go."

He took a glass of wine, drank it himself, poured a glass in front of Zhang Qishan's soul, and spilled the wine on the ground.

Huo Xiangu was in Beijing and was very busy with her affairs. She really couldn't get away, so those who came to attend the funeral became the elders of the Huo family.

The Huo family members were old, so they bowed and were helped up by Master Jiu.

Master Jiu presented the white chrysanthemum and returned to the team.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature.

But the moment the day arrived, it was still heartbreaking.

Cong was also the last one to come forward. He didn't have white chrysanthemums in his hand, but a box of peach blossom cakes and apricot blossom cakes.

"You said you wanted to eat, and I brought it to you."

Cong Ye looked at the words Zhang Qishan on the tombstone and lowered his eyes, "I will come to see you often in the future. There will be no shortage of peach blossom cakes and apricot blossom cakes. When you get tired of eating them, I will give you another dessert."