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

Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan surrounded him from both sides and successfully blocked the way of Tajianbang. Tajianbang kept retreating, his eyes moving between them.

Zhang Qiling suddenly rushed out and kicked the man with hunched shoulders hard in the chest, sending him flying backwards.

Without waiting for his collapsed shoulders to catch his breath, he kicked out again, accompanied by a dull thud; he could almost hear the sound of his own bones breaking.

He hunched his shoulders and saw the opportunity, then pounced towards Zhang Qiling's side. He punched quickly, leaving behind afterimages and making whistling sounds.

During the fight between the two, Zhang Qiling tore off the clothes on his hunched shoulders, revealing the Qiongqi tattoo drawn on his body.

"Oh my god, Hanyan, is this the tattoo you mentioned that belongs to the Zhang family? I have to say, it looks pretty cool.

Seeing this makes me feel itchy and I suddenly want to get a tattoo too. "

"Come on, Fatty. With all that fat on your body, no matter what tattoo you get, it won't look domineering, but it will definitely look silly."

During the quarrel between Wu Xie and Fatty, the man with hunched shoulders gradually fell into a disadvantage. He was dealing with Zhang Qiling's attack while retreating. Behind him was a rushing river.

Zhang Qiling's fist hit his right shoulder, and he fell backwards, falling into the river and disappearing.

[Host, why don't you take action this time? 】

The hunched shoulders will still be useful later. Doesn’t the line of clouds still need them?

[Oh yeah, the plot line is so broken now that I almost forgot about it.]

Zhang Qiling stood by the river and stared for a long time. Only after he was sure that the hunched shoulders had completely disappeared did he turn around and walk back.

"He ran away and was not caught."

"It's okay, go back, you're hungry."

The four of them walked back unsteadily along the river bank under the scorching sun at noon.

The fat man looked at the river water sparkling in the sun and muttered, "If I weren't still hungry, I would go take a bath in the river."

"Let's go, Fatty. The sun is so strong that people are almost getting heat stroke."

As soon as they walked into the village chief's house, they saw Yuncai standing by the kitchen window and waving at them with a smile.

"You guys are back, wash your hands, and we'll have dinner soon."

When the fat man saw her, his waist and legs no longer hurt. He walked into the kitchen in two steps and helped serve the rice and dishes.

"Hanyan, look at the fat guy, he is really attentive."

Wu Xie leaned his body slightly and complained to Zhang Hanyan in a low voice.

Zhang Qiling looked at the two people who were too close to each other, walked over without saying a word, and pushed Wu Xie three steps away.

Wu Xie was confused and was about to ask Zhang Qiling why he pushed him, but this familiar scene reminded him of the ship heading to the Xisha underwater tomb.

At that time, Zhang Qiling also pushed him away without any explanation.

At that time, he didn't know the reason, but now, he definitely knows the reason.

Under Zhang Qiling's cold gaze, he consciously took two steps back and said with a smile.

"Brother, I understand... Don't worry, I won't do it again..."

Zhang Qiling glanced at him indifferently, pulled the smiling Zhang Hanyan away, with no intention of paying any attention to him at all.

Only after making sure that Zhang Qiling had gone far away did Wu Xie dare to complain in a low voice.

"Hmph... vinegar bottle!"

"Tian Zhen, it's time to eat, come on, Guangxi specialty food, snail rice noodle!"

The fat man was shouting loudly. They sat at the dinner table and watched the fat man put bowl after bowl of snail noodles with a layer of red oil in front of them.

In the bowl, the crystal white rice noodles and emerald green vegetables are soaked in bright red oil, and the fried golden and crispy bean curd sheets are dotted in between.

Peanuts, day lilies, and pickled bamboo shoots are all covered with a coat of red oil, making them mouth-watering.

None of them had ever eaten snail noodles, but even though they were far away, they could still smell the aroma wafting from the bowl.

It's sour and smelly, a taste that's hard to describe.

Zhang Qiling's nose twitched slightly, a look of disgust emerged on his face, and his body slowly leaned back, trying to move away from the bowl in front of him.

"What's wrong, little brother? Don't you like it? It's a Guangxi specialty. Want to try it?"

Zhang Hanyan picked up a piece of rice noodles and fed it to his mouth. He looked at the hint of cunning appearing on her face and smiled silently.

He leaned forward and opened his mouth to eat the rice noodles that were fed to him.

The rice noodles are chewy, tender and smooth, and the spicy red oil on them constantly stimulates the taste buds in the mouth.

"How is it? Is it acceptable?"

Zhang Qiling nodded, picked up the chopsticks Zhang Hanyan handed him, and slowly stirred his own bowl of snail noodles.

"Cloud, let me help you wash the dishes."

After Fatty finished speaking, he looked at Wu Xie who was eating very slowly, and said anxiously, "Tian Zhen, can you eat faster? Fatty, I'm still waiting to wash the dishes!"

Wu Xie's tears and snot were streaming because of the spiciness. He raised his head, pointed at Zhang Qiling, and growled in dissatisfaction.

"The boy hasn't finished eating yet, why don't you urge him!"

"I don't dare...so I have to urge you..."

The fat man was trying to hold back his laughter, his facial features were a little distorted, but finally he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You! I don't want to bother with you! You value women over friends!"

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, gave him a cold look, and once again lowered his head to fight the red oil in the snail noodles.

At night, Wu Xie sat in the yard to enjoy the cool air. In a trance, he noticed a vague shadow by the window of the wooden building.

The shadow's shoulders were completely collapsed. He endured the daze and stood up. He rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, but the shadow had disappeared.

Wu Xie recalled the man who had snatched the box from the stilt house during the day and had fought with Zhang Qiling. His shoulder and the shadow projected on the window were highly consistent.

This discovery made him dare not delay any longer, and he immediately rushed into the house to tell Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling.

"Fatty, I just saw..."

"Tian Zhen, look at this photo. The person in it is Chen Wenjin!"

"what?"

Wu Xie walked over and looked at the old photo hanging on the wall. In the photo, Chen Wenjin was smiling brightly. Beside her stood a man in ethnic costumes and a child.

"When was this photo taken?"

Wu Xie asked puzzledly. He didn't understand why Chen Wenjin's photo appeared here.

"Decades ago," the village chief pointed at Chen Wenjin in the photo, "she was a member of the expedition team, and next to her were my father and me.

Back then, they came here with government documents, saying that they had found something in Yangjiao Mountain. They stayed in the mountain for several months and took away more than a dozen boxes of things when they left. "

After the village chief finished speaking, he put down the hookah in his hand. The rising smoke blurred his face, and it was not very clear under the dim light.

"Why? Are you interested in that place too?"

Wu Xie and Fatty turned their heads together and looked at Zhang Hanyan. Seeing that she didn't react, they continued.

"What's in the mountain? What year did they enter the mountain? What did they bring out?"

Wu Xie asked three questions in a row, which made the village chief confused.

After combing through the details, the village chief shook his head and said, "I don't know. I was too young back then. However, there is one person who should know."

"Who?"

Zhang Qiling asked, and his uncharacteristic behavior made Zhang Hanyan feel something was wrong.

“Father Panma, he was the guide of that expedition team and was responsible for transporting supplies for them.

However, at this time of year, he should be in the mountains. I will go to his house tomorrow to see him. If he is there, I will ask him to come over."

"Okay, thank you, village chief."

Wu Xie smiled. It was already late at night. After watching the village chief leave, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.