Grave Robbers' Chronicles: I am the Zhang Family Holy Infant

Uncle San became alert: "There is a cave of corpses ahead."

The place in front of me where there was no light was lit up with green phosphorescence.

When everyone heard this, they immediately took out the things they had prepared and prepared to stand.

Da Kui, however, was trembling beside him, his face pale, which caused his uncle to scold him again.

Lin Qingyu looked at Wuxie, who was relatively calm compared to Da Kui's fear, and nodded. This was a good seedling who could be cultivated.

When we reached the green phosphorescent light, the cave suddenly became bright.

The cave became wider and the waterway turned into a river. The riverside was full of rotten corpses and skeletons, and there were many small dead turtles crawling on them and gnawing at them.

"Ah! You...you look..."

Everyone was instantly attracted by Da Kui's cry and followed Da Kui's gaze. They saw a crystal coffin hanging in the air on the rock wall, with a female corpse in white clothes inside.

“Me too.”

Pan Zi took the flashlight and shone it on the other side of the rock wall.

“This one is empty.”

Uncle San said seriously.

Everyone felt the surroundings were cold and cold sweats were pouring down their faces. They picked up their weapons and looked around vigilantly.

Then the river turned a corner, and Da Kui screamed and fell backwards onto the boat. The fear in his eyes seemed to be overflowing, and his fingers pointed forward.

Lin Qingyu looked in the direction the finger pointed and saw a female ghost in white clothes, with her back to the crowd and waist-length hair. She looked extremely terrifying in this dark green environment.

Lin Qingyu raised her eyebrows. That's it. She turned around and looked at her little Qi Ling. Well, he was still as calm as ever. It was indeed worthy of being the one she taught personally. Lin Qingyu nodded with satisfaction.

Wu Xie, who was standing next to him, swallowed nervously and said in a trembling voice: "The body is here..."

The young man quickly kicked the stern, jumped past the crowd, and leaped to the bow. He swiftly pulled out the black gold ancient knife and turned it in his hand, preparing to slash with his palm, but someone grabbed his hand first.

A floral scent surrounded his nose. Zhang Qiling was stunned, and only heard the man's helpless voice ringing in his ears.

"Little guy, have you forgotten...you promised me before that you would not bleed me again."

A feeling of familiarity came over me.

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"Little guy, why are you bleeding again? Didn't you promise me not to bleed me?"

A man in red and ancient costume was bandaging the wound of a little boy, looking helpless and angry.

While bandaging his wound, he was still educating him.

"I didn't mean to do that. There were a lot of bugs."

The little boy defended himself somewhat unconvinced, with a hint of grievance in his voice. The man in red sighed helplessly.

"If there were really a lot of bugs, you wouldn't be able to get it back even if I drained all your blood."

Seeing that the little fellow was still a little unconvinced and was about to retort, he saw the man in red take out two halves of jade from his clothes, picked up one of them and said.

"This half piece of jade can keep the things in the tomb from getting close to you. You must learn to take care of yourself~"

As he spoke, he tied the half piece of jade around his neck. Seeing that he was staring at the other half of the jade in confusion, he explained it to him.

"These two halves of jade were originally one, but the influence is so great that I can only split it in half. Remember not to let others know about the jade on you. Not everyone is good to you. I will leave one day."

After saying that, he smiled and rubbed his head. Zhang Qiling looked at this scene and wanted to say no, but suddenly he felt a pain in his head and came back to his senses. Zhang Qiling knew that was his previous memory.

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Lin Qingyu clearly felt a pause beside him, but he also guessed that it might be that Zhang Qiling had recovered some of his previous memories. After all, the half piece of jade he gave him could not only deal with the things in the tomb, but also reduce the effect of the heaven-granting power, allowing the memory to recover faster. If he was lucky, he could even resist the heaven-granting power. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curl his lips.

As soon as Zhang Qiling recovered some of his memory, he wanted to take out the half piece of jade. Subconsciously, he didn't want Lin Qingyu to get hurt. But before he could do anything, he saw Lin Qingyu put the jade flute to his lips and blew it gently.

The flute sounds ethereal, clearly right beside and yet as if far away in the horizon. Sometimes the flute sounds cheerful and sometimes low. After the song ends, everyone is still in a daze for a long time.

"Hurry up and don't just stand there."