Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

As soon as Zhang Hanyan woke up, she saw Zhang Qiling sitting on the bed in a daze. Ever since he lost his memory, he often sat alone in a daze.

"Brother." She wanted to sit up by supporting herself on the bed, but when she exerted force, the wound on her hand became piercingly painful.

Zhang Qiling rushed over and helped her sit up, then took two pillows and placed them behind her waist so that she didn't have to lean against the hard wall.

Without saying a word, he picked up her injured left hand and checked if the wound was bleeding again.

His nervous look made Zhang Hanyan burst out laughing. "Little brother, don't be so nervous. It's okay. The Zhang family members have the ability to heal wounds very quickly."

After Zhang Qiling checked the wound and found nothing unusual, he stood up and brought the food to her, "Eat."

She looked at the other bowl of untouched rice, picked up a pair of chopsticks and handed them to him, "Let's eat together, and you can go back and rest after you finish eating."

He didn't answer, but just silently put food into Zhang Hanyan's bowl.

"Don't always pick food for me. You eat meat too. You've always been so thin since you were a child. I don't know why."

Zhang Qiling paused for a moment, pursed his lips, and continued to put food into her bowl.

Seeing that she couldn't persuade him, Zhang Hanyan simply let him go. Over the years, she always unconsciously indulged him. As long as he was happy, anything was fine.

After the meal, he put away the bowl and chopsticks and walked out to return them to the proprietress. She thought he was going back to rest and would not come back.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly came back with a basin of water, wringing out the towel and preparing to wipe her face.

"Little brother!" Zhang Hanyan stepped back and chuckled, "I can wash it myself, just give it to me."

She reached out to him for a towel, but he showed no intention of giving it to her, and said nothing. He just looked at her with a frown on his face.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time. Zhang Hanyan was defeated and said helplessly, "You wash it..."

Seeing that she agreed, Zhang Qiling raised a faint smile at the corner of his lips. He stood beside her, leaned over slightly, and gently wiped every part of her face.

Some of the incandescent lamps in the room had poor contact and would flicker from time to time.

Her skin was as white as porcelain, the corners of her fox eyes were slightly upturned, and her long eyelashes were like a small fan, trembling gently.

She was bare-faced without any makeup, but her lips were as red as rouge, and her bright facial features made it impossible to take your eyes off her.

The towel in Zhang Qiling's hand moved slowly across her face, and her unique fragrance slowly drifted into his nostrils.

His gaze rested on her red lips. At that moment, the noisy sounds around him seemed to disappear, leaving only the sound of his heartbeat.

"Brother, are you okay?" Zhang Hanyan poked his arm and asked softly.

"Okay," he hurriedly withdrew his hand, turned around and threw the towel into the basin, "Go to bed early." Then he walked out with the basin.

"You're here. Do you want to sleep inside or outside?" Wu Xie, who was lying on the bed, saw Zhang Qiling come in, sat up and asked him.

Zhang Qiling looked at the backpack that Wu Xie had placed against the wall. There was a red butterfly on the zipper. It was Zhang Hanyan's backpack. It was bulging and looked like it had a lot of stuff in it.

He strode over, picked up the backpack, dusted off the bottom of the backpack and put it on the table.

Wu Xie, who was sitting on the bed: "......"

The bed in this room is a kang, which is very spacious and can accommodate five or six people.

Zhang Qiling took off the black gold ancient sword and placed it on the inside of the bed, then took off his shoes and walked up.

Wu Xie looked at the knife beside him. Wu Sansheng had already told him that this knife was the dragon's back that he wanted to see but had not seen.

"Brother, you bought your knife from my uncle, right? Can you show it to me?"

Zhang Qiling glanced at him indifferently, then fell asleep with his back to him.

If you don't want to look, then don't look. What's the point of giving me a blank look?

Wu Xie reached out and pulled the light cord to turn off the incandescent lamp. Before lying down, he took one last look at the black gold ancient sword before falling asleep.

The next morning, when Wu Xie woke up, the place where Zhang Qiling slept was empty, the quilt was neatly folded, and they had taken away their equipment.

He glanced at the still hazy sky outside and asked, "Are you up so early?"

Wu Xie vaguely heard the voices of Wu Sanxing and Pan Zi. He was afraid that Wu Sanxing would not take him with him, so he quickly got up, packed himself up, picked up his backpack and rushed out.

When Wu Sansheng saw that he got up so early, a hint of surprise flashed across his face and he said jokingly.

"It's rare for you to get up so early. What's the matter? Are you afraid that we will leave you alone?"

"Humph, who knows? Look at you guys, you've already loaded your stuff, but you didn't wake me up. Aren't you planning to run away?"

Wu Sansheng didn't have time to argue with him, so he just waved at him and said, "Come here quickly, we're getting ready to leave."

Wu Xie looked at Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling who were standing in front of him. They had already packed up and it was obvious that they were waiting for him.

He ran over to join them and headed into the mountains in the dim light.

It was so early in the morning that the villagers had not yet gotten up. In this quiet little mountain village, only the occasional barking of dogs could be heard.

They walked into a canyon and met an old man who took them to the water's edge to take a boat. When he saw them, he was startled and ran away.

When he had run less than ten steps, a black-gold ancient knife flashing with cold light flew out and pierced straight into the trunk of a large tree on his path.

If he hadn't stopped in time, he would probably have ended up with his head falling off.

He was so frightened that his face turned pale and he didn't dare to run anymore. He turned around and begged them pitifully to spare his life.

"Since you live in this deep mountain, you must be very familiar with this generation. How about this, as long as you take us to where we want to go, I can negotiate with that young man and ask him not to kill you."

Wu Sansheng looked down at the shivering old man and pointed at Zhang Qiling who was putting the blade back into the sheath.

"Okay, as long as you can spare my life, I will lead you wherever you go."

"What if we have to go to the King of Hell?" Da Kui asked with a smile.

Pan Zi kicked Da Kui on the butt, "If you can't speak, shut up!"

The old man didn't answer, but just laughed.

"Okay, let's go. It's getting late." Wu Sansheng shouted, and the group continued on their journey.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, they finally reached the location recorded in the silk book. There were many military tents in front of them, covered with many rotten leaves.

Wu Sanxing: "It seems that someone has already arrived first. There are so many tents and quite a few people have come."

"They came two weeks ago, and I led them there. There were about a dozen of them. They haven't come out since they went in, and we don't know if they died in there."

Wu Sansheng took Pan Zi and Da Kui towards the tent, Wu Xie followed happily behind, and Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan waited for them.