Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

A fruit core came through the air and went straight to Cong Ye's forehead.

He stretched out his hand, held the core in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the big tree in the courtyard of Qi Mansion.

There was a figure sitting lazily on the thick tree trunk.

A pair of long legs fell in the air, and the black lenses were refracted by the sunrise light. Cong also saw the obvious smile on his lips.

"not bad!"

"Even though I'm older!"

"But the bones haven't aged yet!"

The black blind man jumped down from the tree and walked towards Cong Ye.

He casually stretched out his hand to press Cong Ye's shoulder and rubbed his fingers:

"Do you know how much salary you owe me now?"

Cong Ye covered his ears: "I don't want to hear it."

The black blind man pulled his hand away with a grin, "It's okay if you don't listen."

"Cong Ye!"

far away.

A figure rushed towards Cong Ye.

The black blind man sensed the danger and retreated suddenly.

Qi Tiezui flew towards Cong Ye like an iron ball, and finally hung on Cong Ye.

"Cong Ye!"

"I miss you!"

Qi Tiezui hugged Cong Ye's neck tightly and cried loudly.

Cong Ye laughed, "Master Ba, I miss you too."

Qi Tiezui jumped off Cong Ye and asked him seriously: "Do you really miss me too?"

Cong Ye nodded: "Of course."

Qi Tiezui narrowed his eyes and questioned: "How many times have you missed me in 12 years? It's definitely not as many times as I have missed you!"

Cong Ye: "..."

How should he answer this?

"Mr. Ba," Er Erhong said at this moment and handed the gift box in her hand to Qi Tiezui, "This is the gift we bought."

Qi Tiezui was suddenly attracted by the gift box again. He hugged the gift box and thanked him with a smile:

"Cong Ye, I guess you still have some conscience."

Cong Ye: "..."

He glanced at Er Erhong beside him.

Er Erhong raised her eyebrows, accustomed to Qi Tiezui's double standards.

"Master Ba, we are still busy driving away the next family! Let's leave first!"

Cong also patted Qi Tiezui on the shoulder.

Qi Tiezui's eyes widened, and he suddenly frowned in dissatisfaction: "You just arrived!"

Cong Ye smiled and reassured skillfully: "I'm familiar with you!"

Qi Tiezui smiled: "This is true!"

Before he could recover from the joy of these words, Cong Ye and Er Erhong walked towards the door.

Qi Tiezui was stunned. In his daze, he only remembered shouting:

"Take the black blind man away too!"

The black blind man next to Cong Ye made a face at Qi Tiezui:

"You don't need to say it."

Qi Tiezui has a dark face.

After a round of visits, Cong Ye and Er Erhong finally went to Zhang Mansion.

Zhang Qishan and his adjutant have been as busy as spinning tops recently, and they need to personally supervise all matters after the war.

When Cong Ye and Er Erhong arrived, neither of them was at the house.

"Forget it, let's come back later!"

Cong also thought about it and said to the steward of the house.

The steward was in a hurry and blocked the door, "Young Master Cong! Second Master! Just have fun at Zhang's Mansion for a while! Lord Buddha will be back soon!"

He was quite old and looked at Cong Ye imploringly: "Master Cong! Lord Buddha is back to see you! I'm sure he will be so happy!"

When he said this, Cong couldn't refuse anymore.

He and Er Erhong looked at each other and sighed in relief:

"Then I'll wait for a while!"

He sat on the sofa, and Er Erhong sat down next to him.

The blind man leaned lazily on a separate sofa, his eyes under his sunglasses resting on Cong Ye.

When the steward saw that Cong Ye had stayed, he impatiently went to pour tea for Cong Ye and Er Erhong.

"How long have you been in the northwest?"

asked the blind man.

He was quite curious about Cong Ye in the past 12 years.

"Stayed for six years."

Cong also told the truth.

"Then you will be on the front line for the remaining six years?"

The blind man sat up straighter, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became much lighter.

He had seen war, and war was massacre.

If Cong Ye had stayed on the front line for six years, the level of hardship and danger would have been extraordinary.

Cong Ye nodded: "Staying on the front line, but not on the battlefield, I am responsible for transporting the wounded and rescuing victims."

During the most difficult time, Cong didn't sleep a wink for half a month. He was constantly on the front line and too many people were injured.

As soon as he stopped, one more person would die.

Therefore, Cong almost didn't dare to close his eyes.

If he hadn't been carrying Nuwa's spiritual blood, he would have collapsed from exhaustion.

The blind man didn't speak for a long time, and then he asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Cong Ye was stunned, lowered his eyes slightly, and nodded.

Suffering is definitely uncomfortable.

Every day, my sight is occupied by dead people, blood, mutilated limbs, guns, and pairs of desperate eyes. Even if my body does not fall down, my psychological defense is almost broken.

Er Yuehong felt throbbing pain in her heart.

He always hoped that Cong Ye's life would get better and better.

But he couldn't control Cong Ye's life.

The black blind man smiled with white teeth and gave a thumbs up to Cong Ye:

"Blind man, I have never admired anyone in my life. You are the first one!"

Saving people is more difficult and painful than killing.

The black blind man knows.

Cong also smiled and raised his eyebrows: "It's good to hear what you said."

The sound of hurried footsteps reached Cong Ye's ears.

He looked up, and before he could say hello, he was suddenly hugged hard.

No one else has this strength except Zhang Qishan.

Cong also smiled helplessly.

He looked sideways and saw Zhang Qishan's slightly weathered temples.

After 12 years of war, Zhang Qishan was physically and mentally exhausted.

Zhang Qishan hugged him deeply, as if he wanted to blend this person into his own flesh and blood.

Sometimes when he closed his eyes for a moment on the battlefield, his mind was filled with Cong Ye's figure.

He will be afraid too.

Afraid of dying on the battlefield without even seeing Cong Ye for the last time.

Therefore, on the battlefield, he always has only one thought in his mind.

That is to kill the enemy and live, you must live.

Now he finally met Cong Ye.

The strings that had been tight in Zhang Qishan's body for 12 years finally relaxed at this moment.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, he leaned against Cong Ye's neck and closed his eyes.

Cong Ye was stunned. He felt Zhang Qishan's head drooped and his body relaxed.

He looked at the adjutant.

The adjutant explained to him:

"Lord Buddha has not rested for a long time."

During the 12 years of war, Zhang Qishan could not sleep well.

After the war, Zhang Qishan had to personally contribute to repairing Changsha and appeasing the people.

He was so tired.

The adjutant carried the sleeping Zhang Qishan to rest.

Cong Ye sighed: "It's not easy for everyone."

This time, seeing Zhang Qishan's displeasure, February Hong did not refute for the first time. He pursed his lips:

"Buddha, it is indeed not easy."

12 years of perseverance is more than just "not easy".

Endless battles, endless bloodshed, endless enemies, bullets and guns...