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

The fat man stared at the woman in red in the photo. Although her face was blurry, his general appearance could still be seen.

"Is this... Han Yan?" He looked at it carefully, wishing he could stick his eyeballs to the photo, "This is really Han Yan!"

He looked up at Wu Xie in shock, "When was this photo taken?"

Wu Xie did not answer Fatty immediately. He turned to look at Wang Meng and said, "Wang Meng, you should go back today. You can come and open the door tomorrow morning."

"Okay, boss."

Wang Meng happily got up and left. Although he was very curious, Wu Xie had clearly asked him to leave, so he had no reason to stay.

Wu Xie continued speaking to Fatty only after he was sure that Wang Meng had gone far away.

"More than a decade ago, my third uncle and his friends took a group photo when they went to the Xisha underwater tomb for archaeological excavations. There's not only Han Yan in the photo, but also the person behind Han Yan. That's my brother."

The fat man continued to look down at the photo. Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan's appearance and temperament were too outstanding. Even though the photo was blurry, he could still find them at a glance.

"Are they really them? There is no difference between their appearance ten years ago and now. They haven't aged at all?"

Wu Xie nodded calmly. When he first learned this fact, he was as surprised as Fatty, but now he has been able to take it indifferently.

"Yes, my third uncle is old, but they are still young."

The fat man gasped, "Hiss... Tian Nai, where did they come from? Tell me about them so I can have a clear idea."

Wu Xie thought of what Zhang Hanyan said to him on the boat. At that time, she did not say that he could not tell Fatty what she said.

He hesitated for a moment and then said, "What I am going to tell you next is what Han Yan told me personally. After you listen to it, don't bring this up again."

"Okay, don't worry, Tian Nai. I'm Fatty and I'm very tight-lipped. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Fatty assured solemnly, and in order to prove the credibility of his words, he pushed the box on the table towards Wu Xie.

"If I tell anyone, all the things in this box will be yours."

Seeing how determined he was, Wu Xie couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, can't I tell you? At the beginning, Han Yan told me that she and the little brother would not age. This is a special ability in their family. Even if they live for hundreds of years and die, their appearance will still be the same as when they were young.

Also, their family has been passed down for thousands of years, and Zhang Qishan, the Great Buddha among the Old Nine Gates, is from their family.

Fatty, you've been in the underworld for such a long time, have you ever heard of Zhang Dafoye?"

"I've heard of it. Although the Old Nine Gates belong to the Southern School, we in the Northern School have also heard a lot about them, especially the deeds of Zhang Dafoye, which have been widely circulated."

The fat man thought back to everything he knew about the Old Nine Gates and felt that if Zhang Dafoye was also a member of Zhang Hanyan's family, then the legendary events he had done back then were not surprising.

What he really wanted to know now was how this family, which had been passed down for thousands of years, had survived the torrent of history, and what important roles they had each played.

"Tian Zhen, did Han Yan say anything else about their family? I want to know."

Wu Xie shook his head helplessly, "No, Han Yan only said this much, and didn't say much else."

He looked at the fat man's thoughtful expression and asked, "Fatty, what are you thinking about? You don't want to check on Han Yan and Brother, do you?"

"Their story aroused my curiosity, you naive one. Don't you want to know? Don't say you don't want to know. I know who you are, but I don't believe it."

Wu Xie rolled his eyes at him speechlessly, "What can we do? Their origins are too mysterious. Maybe they know what we want to do before we can even investigate."

The fat man frowned and leaned back in a relaxed posture.

"It's not that weird, is it? Is their family's sphere of influence so large? Do they know everything that others do?"

"Heh... a big family that has been passed down for thousands of years, do you think so? Forget it, Fatty, let's not think too much about this matter. After all, Han Yan and the little brother won't harm us, right?

We will just get along with them as usual in the future. Everyone has their own secrets. If they don't want to talk about it, they must have their own reasons, right?"

The fat man nodded helplessly, "You are right, it is good to be friends like this, and you can make a fortune by going out with them in the future.

"Tian Zhen, Fatty, I remember you said last time that you would treat me to a meal at Louwailou. What is Louwailou? Is the food there delicious?"

Wu Xie saw that Fatty changed the subject so quickly that he almost didn't react for a moment.

"Ah? It's delicious. How about having one?"

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

The two of them closed the shop and strolled along the West Lake to Louwailou. Fatty wanted to try everything and ordered a large table of dishes, which made Wu Xie feel very uncomfortable.

As the sun set and dusk fell, the two men, who had eaten and drunk their fill, staggered back to Wu Xie's home, lay down on the bed together, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Qiling got up early and took care of his flowers and plants in the garden as usual. He stood in front of a red rose and removed the yellow leaves from the branches.

In the sunlight, the crystal dewdrops on the roses reflect crystal light.

Zhang Qiling stared at the flaming red rose. The fiery color immediately reminded him of Zhang Hanyan.

In his current memory, she was like the red rose before him, dazzling, fragrant, and eye-catching.

No, it should be said that all the red flowers in the garden can remind him of her, whether it is red roses, red roses, red roses, red azaleas, or red camellias.

Or the cluster of red spider lilies blooming in the corner in September...

"Brother, what are you daydreaming about? I called you several times and you didn't answer?"

Zhang Hanyan gently pulled Zhang Qiling's sleeve to pull him out of his thoughts.

Zhang Qiling looked at her and smiled apologetically, "I was thinking about something just now and didn't hear you. Why did you get up so early today?"

"It's still early? The sun is already high in the sky. I don't want to cook this morning. Let's go out to eat. I want to eat fried dough sticks and soy milk outside."

He reached out and smoothed the few strands of hair that were sticking up on the top of her head, and looked at her with a doting smile in his eyes.

"Okay, let's go out to eat."

He naturally took her hand, and she let him hold it, and they both tacitly agreed to this further development.