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

Time flies, and it is December with heavy snow again. The end of the year is approaching, and the Zhang family, who has always been solemn and dignified, has hung up big red lanterns to celebrate the festival.

"Han Yan! Tomorrow is the New Year. Do you want anything? I can go to the market and buy it for you later."

Zhang Yecheng was standing under the eaves to avoid the wind and snow, and happened to meet Zhang Hanyan who opened the door and walked out.

"Master, have you asked the little brother? Did he say what he wanted?"

Zhang Yecheng shook his head. "I asked him, but you know him. He won't tell you if there's something he particularly wants."

He spread his hands and shrugged, his face full of helplessness, "So, it's useless for me to ask!"

Zhang Hanyan turned her head and looked at the closed door. Because the New Year was approaching, Zhang Yecheng had given them a few days off.

Since he stopped training, Zhang Qiling was rarely seen stepping out of his room except when eating, and no one knew what he was doing in the room.

"Knock, knock, knock..." - Zhang Hanyan knocked on Zhang Qiling's door.

"Brother, am I coming in?"

She stood outside the door and waited for a moment, but didn't hear Zhang Qiling's answer. She turned around and looked at Zhang Yecheng, but Zhang Yecheng just shook his head helplessly.

Zhang Hanyan thought for a while, pushed open the door quietly, and walked in slowly. Zhang Yecheng followed her closely and walked in together.

The room was unusually dark, with only a few faint lights coming in through the window.

"Brother? Are you there, brother?"

Zhang Hanyan searched every corner of the house, but did not see Zhang Qiling. The house was empty and there was no one around.

"No, Master. Where do you think the young man would go? He has never gone out alone. Could something have happened to him?"

Zhang Yecheng frowned and looked around, repeatedly pondering in his mind where Zhang Qiling might go.

He thought for a long time but couldn't figure out where Zhang Qiling would go.

After all, in this huge Zhang family, apart from this small courtyard, apart from Zhang Yecheng and Zhang Hanyan, he has no other familiar people.

"Han Yan, you wait here for him to come back. I'll go look for him everywhere."

Zhang Yecheng turned around and walked out after he finished speaking. "What are you running around for, you little brat? You're such a bother!"

Zhang Hanyan glanced at the rising sun outside. The yellowish light shone on the white snowflakes, reflecting dazzling light.

It’s so early, when did the guy leave? Why is there no sound at all?

[Ding Dong——Congratulations to the host for triggering the fourth mission, find Zhang Qiling before sunset. ]

Zhang Hanyan rolled her eyes speechlessly and complained mercilessly about the random task issued by the system.

Tongzi, are your tasks so random now? If the boy was in the house today, your task would not appear.

[That's right! Why would I ask you to look for him if he's in the house? Naturally, this mission wouldn't appear! The host is stupid.]

Zhang Hanyan took a deep breath and said to herself, don't be angry, he is just a system, don't bother with him.

She was about to go out when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a drawer that was not closed tightly out of the corner of her eye.

She walked over suspiciously and opened the drawer. The drawer was full of neatly stacked banknotes, some of which were a little messy.

Money? Did the guy take the money to the market?

[It's possible. After all, Chinese New Year is coming tomorrow. Maybe they want to buy some New Year's goods. ]

Haha... Do you think this guy is the type who would buy New Year's goods? You're sick!

Zhang Hanyan closed the drawer and walked out. She was not going to listen to Zhang Yecheng and wait here for Zhang Qiling to come back. She wanted to go out and find him.

It's not her character to sit and wait for death.

Zhang Hanyan familiarly avoided the guards and left the Zhang family, following the path she and Zhang Qiling had taken before, heading towards the market.

"Hey! I'm asking you a question. Are you deaf? I'm asking you whose child you are and asking your parents to pay the money!"

Zhang Hanyan had just reached the entrance of the market when the crowded crowd in front of her and the loud curses attracted her attention.

"Do you think this kid is really dumb? He hasn't said a word in such a long time."

"Yes, look at him. Although he is quite handsome, it's a pity that he is a mute who can't speak."

The sound of people talking around her made Zhang Hanyan stop in her tracks as she was about to leave. She walked over puzzledly and used her size to squeeze through the gap in the crowd.

"Bro!"

Zhang Hanyan screamed, pushed away the fat man who was blocking her, and ran to Zhang Qiling.

"How are you, little brother?"

She looked him up and down, and was relieved when she saw that his clothes were neat and tidy and there were no obvious wounds.

"Hey, I say! Why is there another little brat here? Are you a family? If so, call your parents and have them accompany my antique vase!

Let me tell you, my vase is an heirloom in our family, it is worth a lot of money, but he broke it! Pay me for it!"

The fat man pointed at Zhang Qiling, spitting as he spoke, causing Zhang Hanyan to feel nauseous in her stomach.

Zhang Hanyan turned around and looked at Zhang Qiling, and asked softly, "Brother, is what he said true? Did you break this vase?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head silently, with a rare hint of grievance between his brows.

She patted his shoulder gently and comforted him, "If you say it's not, then it's definitely not. I believe you!"

Zhang Qiling raised his head and looked at her in surprise, only to see her smiling like a red rose bud about to bloom.

Beautiful, fragrant, but covered with thorns.

You can appreciate her beauty at will, but if you want to break her, those thorns will surely prick you and make you bleed.

The moment Zhang Hanyan turned her head to look at the man, the smile in her eyes instantly disappeared, filled with cold frost.

"The guy said that he didn't break it, so we won't pay for it! Get out of the way, we want to go home!"

The coldness in her eyes was so strong that it made the man inexplicably feel a sense of fear.

The man swallowed nervously and shouted with his nose stuck out, "No compensation? No compensation is fine!"

As he spoke, he looked carefully at the faces of Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan, scanning them up and down with his cunning eyes, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

"It's fine if you don't want to compensate. I'll sell you two and use the money to pay for my vase. You two are very cute, unlike the children of ordinary farmers. You will definitely be able to sell for a lot of money."

Zhang Hanyan narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the broken pieces of the vase on the ground, walked over silently and picked up a piece.

“So this is your purpose, using a fake antique vase to blackmail people. If they are willing to pay, you take the money, and if they are not willing to pay, you demand the release of the person.

Whether you are compensated or not, you will not leave empty-handed in the end, right?"