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

After getting ashore, Chen Wenjin kept staring at Wu Sansheng. There was no joy in his eyes at seeing an old friend, but rather a kind of silent anger.

Wu Sansheng felt her gaze, but there were so many people around and it was not the time to talk, so he could only pretend not to see it.

Wu Xie noticed at a glance that Chen Wenjin was staring at his third uncle. He poked the fat man next to him with his arm and signaled him with his eyes to look over there.

"Look, the eyes of the young couple who haven't seen each other for many years are almost disgusting."

The fat man's gaze shifted between Wu Sansheng and Chen Wenjin. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head in disapproval.

"I don't think so, Fatty. I advise you not to be too happy too soon. I always feel that the things between them are not that simple."

When Zhang Hanyan heard what the fat man said, she looked at the two people she hadn't seen for many years. Knowing all the inside story, she had no intention of saying more and just sat quietly aside to rest.

Wu Sansheng originally wanted to ignore Chen Wenjin's gaze, but her gaze was too direct and he was completely unable to resist it.

"Wenjin, have you... been well these years?"

Chen Wenjin looked at the people who had been looking at them, and knew that now was not the time to care about certain things, so he had to remain silent.

She ignored Wu Sansheng, snorted coldly, walked to where the team gathered, and sat next to Zhang Hanyan and Aning.

Having hit a snag, Wu Sansheng had no choice but to touch his nose awkwardly and lean against the stone wall to rest.

An hour later, the team set out again and headed towards the Palace of Queen Mother of the West.

Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling, who were walking in front of the team, led them to a deep crevice that extended forward, and no one knew where it led to.

"Go in from here, be careful and don't touch anything inside."

After Zhang Hanyan finished speaking, she walked in first. There were depressions on the walls around the gap, and there was a ball of mud in each depression.

"Hanyan, what's inside these mud balls? Why are there some in every hole?"

Wu Xie was just about to reach out and touch the mud ball closest to him, but before he could do anything, his hand was grabbed by Hei Xia Zi.

"In every mud cocoon, there is a dead person."

After listening to what Hei Xia Zi said, Wu Xie immediately lost interest in the mud cocoon in front of him and had no desire to touch it anymore.

"Wu Xie, come here, I want to show you something."

Wu Sanxing in front shouted, and Wu Xie immediately ran towards him.

"What is it, Uncle San?"

Wu Sansheng did not answer him immediately, but pointed to the tree roots growing on the sand and asked him to look at the marks carved on the roots.

“The reason I was able to get here so quickly was because I followed this mark.

At first, I followed this mark and quickly passed through the dense forest to the camp outside the temple, and then followed this mark to come here.

Look, does this mark look familiar to you? "

Wu Xie leaned in to take a closer look. At a glance, he remembered the mark. This mark was exactly the same as the mark he had seen in Yunding Palace.

They are all English letters.

Zhang Hanyan pushed Zhang Qiling aside and took him to a place where he could not see the letter marks at all.

She did not forget the strangeness that happened to Zhang Qiling after he saw those marks in Yunding Palace. This time, she simply did not let him go over to see.

"Hanyan, what's wrong?"

Zhang Qiling looked at her in confusion. He didn’t understand why she didn’t let him pass.

"Nothing, there's nothing interesting about those things. I can tell you anything you want to know."

Zhang Qiling looked up at Wu Xie and Wu Sanxing. The two of them were huddled together, completely blocking the mark carved on the tree roots, so he couldn't see it at all.

"Wu Xie, I've thought about it. Since these marks can lead us here, it means that the person who carved these marks may have entered the Queen Mother of the West Palace.

So, I plan to follow this mark and keep going forward, what do you think? "

After Wu Sanxing's analysis, Wu Xie nodded heavily.

“I think it’s feasible too. I’ve seen this mark before in Yunding Palace, and I followed this mark to come to you.

Uncle San, looking at these traces, these marks must have been carved a long time ago. I don’t know who carved them and what their purpose was.”

"Who cares? Just follow the signs and you'll find the Queen Mother of the West Palace. We've rested enough. Tell them to keep going."

"it is good."

Wu Xie went back to inform the people behind to keep going. This time, Wu Sansheng walked in front to lead the way. Zhang Hanyan didn't want Zhang Qiling to see those marks, so she followed him.

They followed the marks for three hours, passing one fork after another, and almost every fork had a mark.

Finally, they stopped at the sixth reservoir. Everyone was exhausted and had no strength to go forward.

"Everyone take a rest here, I'll take a look around."

After Wu Sansheng finished speaking, he walked towards the reservoir to investigate. After a short while, he came back with a pale face.

When he came back, he walked hurriedly and looked back frequently, as if something was chasing him.

"Uncle San, what did you see?"

Seeing that he looked unhappy, Wu Xie quickly stood up and ran to his side.

"We have to leave quickly. I just saw a snake slough as thick as a bucket over there. I touched it with my hand and it still had mucus on it. It must be fresh. The big snake is nearby."

When everyone heard him say this, they all stood up, picked up their weapons for self-defense, and looked around vigilantly.

"what!"

A guy standing in the corner was suddenly dragged into the darkness. Everyone only saw a flash of red light, and then a living man disappeared.

"Everyone, stand here at the reservoir, away from the shaft!"

As soon as Zhang Hanyan finished speaking, a giant blood-red python that had just shed its skin suddenly shot out from the shaft. Its thick upper body stood upright, and its huge eyes looked at everyone with resentment.

Everyone backed away slowly, not daring to make any big movements for fear of becoming the python's first target.

"Brother...what should we do? Hanyan..."

The fat man swallowed nervously, the scene of being chased by the giant python in the dense forest was still vivid in his mind. He clenched the gun in his hand and quietly loaded the gun.

Click—the crisp sound of a gun being loaded rang out in this extremely quiet space, making everyone tense up.

"Brother, the python that just shed its skin has no hard scales to protect it. Let's kill it together."

Zhang Hanyan's eyes were cold and sharp, staring at the target like a cheetah staring at its prey.

"it is good."

Zhang Qiling nodded in response, his eyes sharp as torches, and his right hand slowly grasped the hilt of the black gold ancient sword.

The two looked at each other and ran forward together.

Holding the ancient black-gold sword horizontally, Zhang Hanyan stepped lightly on the blade of the sword with his toes, and using the force to leap up, his body was as light as a flying bird. In an instant, he rose several feet high, landed lightly on the head of the giant python, and stood steadily.

She drew her sword, and a cold light flashed when the sword came out of the sheath. Before the giant python could fight back, the sword pierced into the giant python's head.

The giant python felt pain and began to struggle violently, swinging its thick body continuously and hitting the surrounding stone walls.

Zhang Qiling did not retreat at all. He held the black gold ancient sword in his hand and made powerful and fierce moves. His power was shocking. Wherever the sword went, the giant python was covered in blood.

As the giant python continued to struggle, he seized the opportunity and swung his knife, ruthlessly stabbing the giant python in the vital spot.

The giant python's life came to an end. It gradually stopped struggling, and its huge body collapsed and fell heavily to the ground.

One second before the giant python fell, Zhang Hanyan's swallow-like figure moved gently and floated to Zhang Qiling's side.

The two men stood side by side, their cold swords were stained red by the giant python's blood, and the bright red blood flowed down, dripping onto the ground drop by drop.