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

The next morning, Wu Xie, who was half asleep and half awake, suddenly remembered the figure he saw on the window last night.

Last night, when he rushed into the house and was about to speak, he was interrupted by Fatty. Now he wanted to tell Zhang Qiling immediately, for fear that something else might happen.

Thinking of this, he quickly got up from the bed, put on his clothes, walked to the innermost bedroom, and stood in front of Zhang Qiling's bed.

"Brother, brother..."

Zhang Qiling opened his eyes and looked at him. The room was a little dark, the sky outside the window was still hazy, and the morning star hanging in the sky was still shining.

He stood up and sat against the wall, straightening the messy quilt, "What's the matter?"

Wu Xie sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at him solemnly, "I was in the yard last night and saw a figure on the window of the wooden building on the right."

Zhang Qiling just looked at him without saying anything, waiting quietly for what to come.

Wu Xie looked at the half-open window and moved inside, getting closer to Zhang Qiling.

"That figure looks very similar to the man who robbed the box from us in the stilt house yesterday, especially his shoulders, which were slumped."

His serious expression made Zhang Qiling frown.

Zhang Qiling turned his head and glanced at the window. In just a short while, the sky outside had gradually brightened, and a hint of golden light appeared on the horizon.

"Okay, I see. I'll go check it out."

After he said that, he immediately stood up, put on his clothes and shoes, and under Wu Xie's guidance, the two of them approached the room where the figure was found.

They stood by the window, opened the tightly closed window slightly, and looked inside carefully.

There was no one in the room. The bed and all the furniture in the room were clean and tidy, without any dust. It was obvious that this was a house that was regularly lived in and cleaned.

"What are you doing there?"

The village chief who suddenly appeared behind them frightened Wu Xie so much that he stepped back hastily and grabbed Zhang Qiling's arm in panic.

"This is my son's room. He went to the county town and is not at home."

Compared to Wu Xie's face full of embarrassment and awkwardness as he was caught, Zhang Qiling looked calm and composed.

It was as if the person who opened the window and looked into the house just now was not him.

"Haha... Village Chief, we just got up early in the morning and had nothing to do, so we just looked around. Sorry."

The village chief waved his hand indifferently, "It's okay, just don't go in. My son doesn't like others touching his things. Only Yuncai can go in to clean the house."

After he said that, he looked at the warm sun that had already jumped out of the horizon and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You guys are welcome to do whatever you want. I still have a lot of farm work to do in the fields. I won't accompany you. If you have anything to do, just look for Yuncai."

"Okay, take care, we're going back too."

Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling hurriedly walked past the village chief. They were so focused on moving forward that they didn't notice the fleeting chill in the village chief's eyes.

They spent a very boring day at the village chief's house, except for the fat man, of course.

The fat man was not bored at all. He helped Yuncai with washing clothes and cooking, and went up the mountain to chop firewood. He was so busy that he hardly had to rest on the ground.

Zhang Hanyan, Zhang Qiling, and Wu Xie sat under the shade of a tree, watching the fat man walk past them again and again.

From beginning to end, he had a smile on his face and looked like he was enjoying it.

It was almost evening when the village chief came back from outside. He walked up to them and spoke loudly.

"I've been to Father Panma's house. He's at home. He said he'd come over after dinner. Let's go inside. There are a lot of mosquitoes in this place."

After hearing what he said, Wu Xie turned around and looked around. The three of them had been under the tree for a whole day, and they hadn't seen a single mosquito.

Shortly after it became completely dark, the old man Panma that the village chief had mentioned arrived. He was wearing ethnic minority clothing. Although he was old, he still walked as fast as the wind and looked very strong.

"Come on, take a seat. These guests want to know something that happened decades ago. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Old Man Panma."

Zhang Hanyan looked at the burly old man sitting in front of them, recalling everything about the man in front of him in the original plot.

In the original plot, Panma's father also had tattoos belonging to the Zhang family, but it was not specifically explained who tattooed him.

After all, he was an outsider who did not belong to the Zhang family, but he could get a Qilin tattoo that belonged to the Zhang family. Now that he thought about it, it was really strange.

[Host, do you think he still has the Qilin tattoo on his body? ]

I don't know. I can't take off someone's clothes to see it, right? Besides, tattoos can only be seen when exposed to heat. Even if you take off their clothes, they won't be visible.

If he really has a Qilin tattoo on his body, it is not ruled out that when Zhang Qishan was looking for a large number of people to impersonate the clan leader in order to enter the Zhang family ancient building, he tattooed them with Qilin tattoos.

[What you said makes sense. After all, Zhang Qishan would do anything to achieve his goal.]

Old Man Panma's gaze moved between them, and finally stopped on Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan.

He stared at Zhang Qiling's two unusually long fingers, frowned slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"I know what you want to know. Back then, the expedition team entered Yangjiao Mountain and camped by a lake in Yangjiao Mountain.

The lake was a dead lake and there were no streams around it.

The lake is shaped like a scimitar and is surrounded by rocks. There is nothing special about it.

When the expedition left, they took away a lot of boxes, about thirty in total, each about the size of a shoe box.

Each box has a strict number on it. I don’t know what is in the box, but I can smell a very strange smell coming from the boxes.”

After he finished speaking, he picked up the teacup and drank the tea in it. Then he placed the cup heavily on the table with a dull thud.

"That's all I know. I don't know anything else."

Zhang Hanyan looked at Old Man Panma who was pretending to be calm, sneered, and looked up at him.

"Are you sure you've finished talking? Then why didn't you talk about the murder you committed back then? Are you afraid to say it?"

Her words made Panma's father's face turn pale instantly, and beads of sweat were faintly visible on his forehead.

"Who are you? What do you know about what happened back then?!"

Panma father roared, trying to cover up his guilty conscience in this way.

Wu Xie and Fatty saw what was there to not understand. The person in front of them was not telling the truth at all, or rather, not telling the complete truth.

"Tell me! What happened back then? Who did you kill? I advise you not to be stubborn. We don't have much patience!"

Wu Xie had a gloomy face, sat upright, and questioned righteously.