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

As soon as Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling turned the corner, they saw Zhang Yecheng standing guard at the door with a stick in his hand, his anger almost off the charts.

Zhang Qiling suddenly stopped and stood still. Zhang Hanyan, who was walking behind him and chatting with the system, did not notice that he stopped and bumped into his back unexpectedly.

Zhang Hanyan took a step back and rubbed his forehead, "Brother, why don't you leave?"

She took a puzzled step forward and looked forward, just in time to meet Zhang Yecheng's eyes that were about to spit fire.

Zhang Yecheng gritted his teeth, stood up with the stick in his hand, and approached the two people who were standing there motionless step by step.

"You guys still remember to come back? Ah!"

He raised his stick and pointed it at Zhang Qiling, "You! You ran away without a word! You didn't even say hello, do you know how worried I was? Ah!"

After he finished speaking, he moved the stick in his hand towards Zhang Hanyan and pointed it at her. "You! I told you to wait at home, why are you running around? Tell me, where did you two go?"

Zhang Yecheng angrily slammed the stick heavily on the ground. The stick hit the bluestone slab, making a dull sound.

He waited for a long time, but neither of them showed any intention to speak, which made him even angrier.

In fact, it’s not that they don’t want to say it, but the Zhang family has strict rules. If others know that they ran out of the Zhang family to go to the market, they will be beaten to a pulp.

They are not in their own yard now, and walls have ears. This matter cannot be told outside.

Zhang Yecheng saw their concerns and stepped aside to make way.

"You two, get in here! Wait and see how I deal with you when I get back!"

Zhang Qiling walked in silently, and Zhang Hanyan followed closely behind him. They walked into the innermost courtyard one after another and stood side by side.

When Zhang Yecheng came in, he saw the two of them standing properly, and his anger subsided a little.

He slammed the gate shut, clenched the stick in his hand, and walked in front of them and stood still.

"Tell me! Where did you go so early this morning? Don't think of keeping silent. I will certainly find a way to make you talk!"

Zhang Qiling looked up at him, "Market."

When Zhang Yecheng heard this, the anger that had just subsided with great difficulty suddenly rose up again, even more intense than before!

He knew the seriousness of leaving the Zhang family without permission, so he thought that he must teach Zhang Qiling a lesson today.

It would be easier for him to teach him a lesson personally than for other members of the Zhang family to deal with him later when they found out.

He also wanted to use today's lesson to stop him from having the idea of ​​leaving the Zhang family secretly in the future.

"Okay, since you admitted it, what you are facing now is the punishment for what you did!"

After Zhang Yecheng finished speaking, he took a few steps back, raised the wooden stick in his hand, and was about to hit someone. However, before he could take action, he was interrupted by Zhang Hanyan.

"Master, I went there too. You can't just punish the little brother."

Zhang Yecheng looked at her and laughed in anger, "Don't worry, neither of you can escape, it will be your turn soon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the stick in his hand down mercilessly. The sound of the stick breaking through the air made Zhang Hanyan's heart almost jump out of his throat.

No, if this stick hits the guy, he will be skinned alive even if he doesn’t die!

Zhang Hanyan didn't know that although Zhang Yecheng's stick seemed extremely fierce, he was gradually reducing his strength as it fell.

At the moment before the stick was about to fall, Zhang Hanyan took a step forward without thinking and turned around to stand in front of Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Yecheng was startled by her action and did not control the strength in his hand, hitting Zhang Hanyan hard on the back.

【Host! 】

Her back hurt badly, especially where the stick hit her, it was burning with pain.

It was an extremely cold day with snow and wind, but beads of sweat the size of beans were oozing from her forehead. Her face was pale and she didn't even have the strength to speak.

The stinky old man actually used such a heavy hand!

When Zhang Qiling saw her pale face, a hint of panic and nervousness suddenly appeared in his indifferent eyes.

He quickly supported her as she was about to fall down. He lowered his head and frowned to hide the panic in his eyes. His movements seemed calm and steady, but his fingertips were shaking slightly.

He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't speak.

Zhang Yecheng was also panicked. He knew clearly how serious the impact would be if the stick hit her back.

[Host, does it hurt? ]

Zhang Hanyan no longer had the energy to talk nonsense with the system. She circulated the spiritual power in her dantian to heal herself.

[Host, why didn't you just use your spiritual energy to protect yourself and bounce the stick away? ]

Oh...if you want me to be burned to death as a demon...

Zhang Yecheng threw away the stick, picked up Zhang Hanyan, and strode towards her room.

"Qiling, you take care of her, I'll go to the pharmacy to get the medicine!"

Zhang Qiling looked at Zhang Hanyan lying on the bed, emotions surging in his indifferent eyes.

A flash of worry flashed across his usually cold and indifferent eyes, and his hands were unconsciously clenched so tightly that the joints turned white.

"Han Yan..."

Zhang Hanyan couldn't see him, so she could only hear his mood and emotional fluctuations at the moment from his voice. The subtle worry in his tone was keenly captured by her.

"Brother, it's okay, it doesn't hurt..."

She deliberately slowed down her tone to make her voice sound relaxed and smooth.

Zhang Yecheng came back quickly, with countless bottles and jars in his hands, which were piled on a small tray.

"Qiling, hold her. I need to take off her clothes before applying the medicine."

Zhang Hanyan's clothes were stripped off, leaving only a snow-white undershirt. The back of the clothes was stained red with spots of blood, which looked dazzling.

"Okay, put her back on her stomach, and lift her clothes up."

Zhang Qiling did as he was told. His movements were gentle and soft, and Zhang Hanyan didn't feel any pain at all.

When her clothes were lifted up, the dark blue and bleeding marks on her snow-white back were shocking. The marks ran from top to bottom across her entire back.

The moment Zhang Qiling saw the scar, his heart trembled slightly, and his jawline was tense, as if he was trying hard to endure something.

Zhang Yecheng's hands trembled unconsciously as he applied the medicine, and his red eyes gradually filled with tears.

The whole room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The only sound that could be heard was Zhang Yecheng's heavy breathing.

After applying the medicine, Zhang Yecheng was so nervous that a fine layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Okay, this is my best medicine. In just three days, the bruises on her back should fade a little. You take care of her. I'm leaving now!"

Zhang Yecheng put down the medicine bottle, stood up and walked out without hesitation. He was afraid that if he walked a step slower, the two children would notice the tears in his eyes.