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

Zhang Qiling's eyes wandered, constantly scanning the surrounding scenery and objects. Thinking of her expression just now, he felt more uneasy.

"Han Yan..."

His brows were furrowed and his voice was trembling, as if he was trying hard to hide his uneasiness.

"what happened?"

Zhang Hanyan noticed his abnormality, quickly held his hand, and raised her hand to gently touch his cool forehead.

"You don't have a fever? Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head slightly, "No, I just... feel uneasy. Hanyan, this time, we can all go back safely, right?"

Did the guy...know something in advance? Could it be that the plot breakdown would allow him to foresee what would happen later?

Zhang Hanyan forced herself to suppress the surprise in her heart and stared straight into his slightly moist eyes.

"Yes, of course I can. Don't worry. I'm waiting to go home and cook your favorite meals for you. Look at you. You've lost weight after being out here. You have to take good care of yourself when you get back."

As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and reached out to ruffle Zhang Qiling's messy hair.

His hair was black and smooth. Over the years, he had been well taken care of by her. Every part of his body showed the signs of her careful care.

"Well, we agreed to go home together."

He murmured softly, as if he was making up his mind.

"Okay, let's go home together."

The two smiled at each other, they whispered softly, their eyes on each other were like blooming flowers, full of tenderness, and their eyes met, conveying unspoken emotions.

Wu Xie, Fatty and others behind them all looked sideways at the two people standing by the river. Under the moonlight, the two figures, one blue and one red, looked extremely well matched.

The next morning, the chirping of insects and birds woke up the drowsy Wu Xie. He got up and looked at his sleeping partner beside him, but did not find Zhang Qiling.

Where's the little brother? Hanyan is here, where did he go?

He stood up, stood on tiptoe and looked around, and finally saw the navy blue figure hidden behind the bushes.

"Strange, what is the young man doing there alone?"

He muttered and tiptoed towards Zhang Qiling, who had his back to him. When he stood behind him, he saw that Zhang Qiling was turning over a skeleton in a pit with a branch.

Countless ticks crawled around the skeleton.

"These ticks are really powerful. They actually sucked all the blood from the corpse, leaving only the skeleton. Brother, don't look at it. It should be the skeleton of some animal."

Zhang Qiling shook his head and did not answer him.

He drew out the ancient black gold knife and gently drew it across his palm. Blood flowed out and dripped onto the ground. The ticks that were closer immediately fled in panic.

He smeared the blood on Wu Xie's clothes, and under his puzzled gaze, he suddenly inserted his two unusually long fingers into the skeleton and lifted the skeleton out of the pit.

In an instant, dense swarms of ticks rushed out of the pit, scaring Wu Xie so much that he stepped back repeatedly.

He looked at the ticks that were running away from him, and stared blankly at the blood that Zhang Qiling had smeared on his clothes.

He recalled that once in the Qixing Palace of King Lu, Zhang Hanyan used her own blood to make countless corpse beetles flee in all directions and made the female zongzi in white kneel down to her.

"Brother, your blood and Hanyan's blood... are the same!"

He asked almost affirmatively. He knew Zhang Qiling would not answer him, but the result before him did not require him to answer at all.

"You Zhang family are truly amazing... Zongzi kneels down to you, your blood can drive away snakes, insects, rats and ants, and your face will never age..."

Zhang Qiling ignored Wu Xie's mumbling and just looked at the things he took out from the skeleton.

It was an old-fashioned flashlight with a verdigris-embroidered outer shell. Judging from the style, it was probably from the 20s or s.

Under Wu Xie's gaze, Zhang Qiling quickly pulled out a piece of hand bone from a pile of bones. It looked like a string of ornaments was stuck on the wrist of the hand bone.

"Brother, what is this?"

"I don't know. Go and ask them to help."

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

Wu Xie immediately got up and ran to the camp where they had rested last night, woke up Fatty, Pan Zi, and Aning who were sleeping, and asked them to go with him.

He did not wake up Zhang Hanyan. He didn't know why, but he always felt in his heart that she should not know about the bones.

Or rather, she couldn't let her know.

When they arrived, Zhang Qiling had already found a plaque with numbers engraved on it from the skeleton. The numbers were: 0

"Aning, this is your company's registration number, these are your people!"

When Fatty heard Wu Xie say this, he remembered that Aning had not shown any signs of revealing her true identity along the way. If they had not found this corpse, they would have probably been fooled by her again.

"Hey! Ms. Aning, it turns out that people from your company have been here before? This time, you are playing tricks on us again!"

The fat man let out a light shout, his face full of anger at being deceived.

"Impossible... The company has no record of anyone ever coming here..."

Zhang Qiling ignored their argument and kept studying the skeleton in front of him.

When they were arguing the most fiercely, he suddenly looked up at Aning, a hint of confusion in his indifferent eyes.

"This seems... to be your body..."

His words made everyone standing around the pit feel a chill, and the cool breeze of the early morning gave people goose bumps.

Zhang Qiling took off the ornament on his hand bone and handed it to the bewildered Aning.

That string of ornaments was exactly the same as the bracelet on Aning's wrist, which was made up of seven ten-cent copper coins.

In an instant, Aning's face turned pale.

Everyone in the team knew about Aning's copper coin bracelet, especially the fat guy, who once asked Aning to sell the bracelet to him.

"Fuck! It turns out you died here more than ten years ago. You are a ghost! A ghost that can walk in the sun!"

The fat man exclaimed, without noticing Zhang Hanyan standing behind him.

"Han Yan, why are you here?"

Wu Xie asked softly, and began to walk slowly away from Aning, approaching Zhang Hanyan, who had a cold face and was silent.

As she watched Wu Xie approaching, a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth. It seemed nonchalant, but it was actually cold and deadly.

Perhaps it was because the expression on her face was too cold. Wu Xie had never seen her like this before. Halfway through his walk, he was actually a little afraid to go forward.

He was afraid of her, deeply and genuinely afraid of her, something he had never experienced before.

"Han Yan...you...what's wrong with you..."

Wu Xie swallowed nervously, not daring to look into her cold eyes.

"No, I just think... you know, it's too much!"

"What do you mean..."

Before Wu Xie could finish his words, the unsheathed sword had already cut the throbbing blood vessels in his neck.

Warm blood gushed out, splashing on the faces, necks, and sleeves of everyone around...

Wu Xie tightly covered the wound that was gushing blood, trying to slow down his own death in this way.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Wu Xie, covered in blood, slowly fell down into the pit where Aning's bones were dug out.

Until his death...his eyes never closed.

"what!!!"

In the camp, everyone who was sleeping soundly screamed and woke up from their dreams collectively.

Fatty, Pan Zi, and Aning all looked at Wu Xie, who was leaning against the tree trunk and constantly stroking his neck with his hand.

Everyone's eyes met in the air, and everyone understood that it was a dream, a dream that everyone experienced together.