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

"Aning, is my third uncle really in Xisha? Are you lying to me?"

"I didn't lie to you. We got the news that Wu Sanxing did go to the Xisha Underwater Tomb alone, but I don't know whether he is still there now."

Aning stopped talking halfway and turned to look at Wu Xie. "Whether your Third Uncle is in Xisha or not, don't you want to go and see what's there that makes your Third Uncle so persistent?"

Wu Xie thought of the black and white photo and frowned unconsciously. He looked at the calm sea, and behind the waves stirred up by the moving boat were seagulls catching fish.

"I want to go and see what my third uncle is hiding."

He pushed up his glasses, which had been sliding down, and his eyes gradually became firm.

Aning smiled indifferently, without saying anything more to him, she walked straight up the stairs to the deck and sat opposite the fat man.

"Wu Xie, what are you thinking about? You look so distraught. Come here quickly and try the cooking skills of this boat captain. It's really very good."

Wu Xie, who was walking with his head down, was distracted by Fatty's shouting. He raised his head and looked in Fatty's direction. He not only saw Fatty and Aning, but also Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling who were sitting together.

The moment he saw them, he was reminded of the photo again. Now, taking a closer look, he realized that they really were no different from back then.

Wu Xie looked at Fatty and Aning beside him, knowing that now was not the time to talk about this matter, so he could only suppress the doubts in his heart for the time being.

"Well, let me see if there's anything delicious?"

There was a large bowl of blanched seafood on the table, with some sauces in the condiment dish next to it. In addition, there were a few steamed eggs with sea urchin.

In front of the fat man, there was a pile of shrimp and crab shells.

Wu Xie sat down next to Fatty, pointed at the food scraps in front of him and teased.

"Fatty, this stuff has high cholesterol. You eat so much, aren't you afraid of getting fat? Look at your current body shape. If you continue to grow like this, when you go to the tomb, how big a hole will you have to dig to get in?"

The fat man paused in the action of stuffing shrimp into his mouth, and after a moment of stunned silence, he continued to eat without stopping, completely unaffected by Wu Xie.

"I only look bigger, Fatty, but I'm just bloated, you know? I can squeeze through any small hole if I squeeze a little."

Wu Xie looked at him eating heartily, looking totally unaffected. He just smiled and said nothing more.

"Hey bro, this crab leg has a lot of meat. Here, dip it in this sauce. It's delicious."

Zhang Hanyan handed a tender crab leg to Zhang Qiling, and picked up one of the sauces on the table and placed it in front of him.

Wu Xie looked at them. The crab legs in Zhang Qiling's hand reminded him of the golden and crispy chicken legs in the mountains.

"Hanyan, brother, does Aning's boss know you too?"

"I don't know. We have a clear price on the street. There are many people who know us. It's not surprising that he knows us."

Zhang Hanyan peeled a prawn and placed it in front of Zhang Qiling naturally.

She knew that Wu Xie had discovered the matter of the photo, but since he didn't say it explicitly, she pretended not to know.

Night fell quickly and the sea breeze on the deck was very cool. Zhang Hanyan stood on the edge, letting the sea breeze blow on her face.

Wu Xie looked around and made sure that there was no one else on the deck except Zhang Hanyan. He touched the photo in his pocket and walked to her side.

"Han Yan, I have something I want to ask you. Of course, if you don't feel comfortable talking about it, you don't have to."

Zhang Hanyan didn't turn to look at him, but continued to gaze at the bright moon reflected on the sea.

"You ask, I will tell you everything I can."

Her voice was gentle and soft, but it seemed very ethereal in the whistling sea breeze and sounded very far away.

Wu Xie thought about it, and finally after some consideration, he took out the photo from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Hanyan.

"My third uncle left after receiving this photo. He did not take the photo with him. When I checked, I saw you in the photo."

He pointed at Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling who were standing one after the other. The lights on the deck were bright enough to clearly see every detail in the photo.

Zhang Hanyan looked at the smiling faces of everyone in the photo. Ever since she fed them a pill with properties close to those of the Corpse Beetle Pill, she had received news from them over the years.

Except for Chen Wenjin, everyone else turned into monsters under the effect of the elixir.

After they had completed their respective plot lines, Zhang Hanyan arranged for the Zhang family members who could be contacted to take them to Germany for custody.

The moment they stepped into Zhang family's territory, they took the antidote and returned to being normal people, normal people who had lost their freedom.

They were under the custody of the Zhang family and could not leave the house without Zhang Hanyan's order.

"Wu Xie, the people in the photo are indeed me and my brother. We really won't age. Do you know why?"

Wu Xie shook his head in confusion, "Why?"

Zhang Hanyan smiled faintly and looked at the bright incandescent light. "You are from the Nine Gates, so you must have heard your grandfather talk about Zhang Qishan from the Nine Gates, right?"

"He never told me, but I saw it in my grandfather's notebook. Zhang Qishan is the leader of the Nine Sects, and everyone respectfully calls him Zhang Dafoye."

"Zhang Qishan's last name is Zhang, and my brother and I also have the same last name. We are from the same family, but my brother and I have a more distinguished status in the family than he does, and we are exposed to more family affairs than he is.

Zhang Qishan is nothing but a traitor who betrayed his family. It is ridiculous to think that he could get such a high position by relying on the mediocre skills he learned from his family.

Wu Xie, our family is mysterious and huge. Even though it has been passed down for thousands of years, our family is not as powerful as before, but it is still far beyond your cognition.

Those of us with pure blood in our family have the ability to not age, and even if we die, our appearance will remain at its most beautiful. "

"Thousands of years!" Wu Xie exclaimed in disbelief. Seeing that Zhang Hanyan did not look like she was lying, he asked doubtfully.

"Then...can you tell me what your and my brother's status is in your family?"

Zhang Hanyan handed him the photo in her hand and smiled slightly.

“I don’t have much status. I’m just a clan leader and a saint. I know there are too many things you want to know, but I can’t tell you now. This is the growth process you must go through. You have to figure out all the things you want to know by yourself.

Well, it's getting late, I'm going to go back for my beauty sleep, the wind and waves on the deck are too strong, you should go back early too."

Zhang Hanyan left right after she finished speaking, leaving Wu Xie no chance to react. By the time he came to his senses, she had already disappeared from the deck.