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

Witnessed by everyone, Zhang Qiling was led by the elder into the central room. The door was closed and no one could see clearly what was going on inside.

Everyone stood outside and waited obediently, not daring to walk around or talk casually.

Tongzi, do you want to see what a tattoo looks like?

[No! My level is low, and I don't have the ability to spy. I advise you not to attack me! ]

I won't attack you! I can just release my consciousness to see it.

Zhang Hanyan stood still, staring straight ahead without blinking. She seemed to be in a daze, but in fact, her consciousness had already run into the house.

In the room, Zhang Qiling took off his upper body clothes and sat on a round stool, motionless.

The white-haired old man held a small white porcelain dish filled with red dye in his left hand and a long embroidery needle in his right hand.

He dipped the tip of the embroidery needle into the red dye in the white porcelain dish, and then tattooed the Qilin pattern on Zhang Qiling's body stitch by stitch.

The needle tip penetrates extremely quickly, and each needle tip lands exactly where it should be.

The needle tip penetrated deeply into the skin, oozing out fine beads of blood.

Zhang Qiling seemed to feel no pain. Even though his back was pierced with needles, he did not even frown.

On the low table next to it were many things needed to make dyes, including pigeon blood, white wine, cinnabar...

Zhang Hanyan's spiritual consciousness was fixed on watching the old man tattooing Zhang Qiling. As time passed, a vivid and lifelike Qilin gradually emerged.

Qilin, deer horns, phoenix horns, burning wind and bathing in fire, from Zhang Qiling's left shoulder blade to his left chest and arm.

After the tattoo was completed, the old man took out a white brocade handkerchief, soaked it in water, and wiped off the blood and dye residue that seeped out of Zhang Qiling's body.

"Okay, you can go now!"

Zhang Qiling stood up silently, picked up the clothes on the rack, put them on, and left without looking back.

As soon as Zhang Hanyan withdrew her spiritual consciousness, she saw Zhang Qiling open the door and walk out.

He looked straight ahead, ignoring the gazes of others, and walked straight towards Zhang Yecheng and Zhang Hanyan who were waiting for him.

"go back!"

He didn't want to stay in this place and he couldn't wait to leave.

Zhang Yecheng saw what he was thinking and said nothing. He just sighed silently and turned to walk out.

"Han Yan, go and cook. Make it light. Don't put too much oil, salt, or chili pepper. Qi Ling can't eat anything too heavy right now."

He took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and looked at Zhang Qiling, "Come with me into the room, I'll apply medicine on you."

Zhang Yecheng pushed the door open first. Zhang Qiling was silent for a moment, then followed him.

[Host, didn't I ask you to cook? Why haven't you gone yet? ]

As a system, are you managing too many things?

Zhang Hanyan said something to him impatiently and turned towards the kitchen.

"Take off your clothes! How can you apply the medicine without taking off your clothes? Hurry up!"

Zhang Yecheng urged softly. Seeing that Zhang Qiling didn't move for a long time, he put down the medicine bottle, grabbed the corner of his clothes and lifted him up, stripping him naked.

"You're still hesitating to take off your clothes. Sit still. It's not worth worrying about every day."

Zhang Yecheng poured out the medicine powder while muttering to himself, and gently applied it evenly on the needle holes.

"Okay, don't touch water for the next few days. I'll boil some herbs for you to drink later to prevent infection and fever. You don't have to go to training tomorrow, just take a day off."

As he spoke, he put away the medicine bottle, picked up Zhang Qiling's clothes from the ground, shook them, folded them neatly for him, and placed them on the low table beside him.

"I'm leaving. Next, I'm going to be away for a while and go to Guangxi. Many members of the Zhang family will be there. Don't worry about anything. You and Han Yan should be well and wait for me to come back."

When Zhang Yecheng spoke, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Qiling's face, trying to find a hint of difference in his unchanging expression.

But no, from beginning to end, he didn't see the slightest fluctuation of emotion.

He sighed in frustration, "I'm leaving! I've raised you for so long, and I'm going away without even saying a few words of concern or even the slightest bit of worry!

Oh, how sad! The leather jacket doesn't keep me warm, and the cotton-padded jacket is also windy. I'm so sad! "

Faced with Zhang Yecheng's immersive self-directed and self-acted performance, a slightly different expression finally appeared on Zhang Qiling's face.

That hint of disdain made Zhang Yecheng's heart sink. He almost lost his breath halfway through howling and suffocated himself to death.

"Master, it's time for the little brother to eat! Hmm? What are you two doing? Staring at each other?"

Zhang Qiling stood up very calmly under Zhang Yecheng's angry gaze, took the tray from Zhang Hanyan's hand and placed it on the table.

"Brother, what happened to Master? He looks like he's about to explode!"

Zhang Hanyan looked at the angry Zhang Yecheng in confusion, not understanding why he was fine just now and turned out like this?

The guy is angry? This shouldn't be the case! The guy can hardly say a few words on weekdays, how could he be so angry?

If the young man wasn't angry, then why did the master keep looking at him?

"Master, this meal...are you still going to eat?"

"Humph! What are you still eating? You're already full of anger!"

Zhang Yecheng rolled his eyes, turned around and left.

Zhang Qiling looked up at him and placed the bowl of rice in front of Zhang Hanyan. "Eat."

"Young man, what on earth did you do to your master? Why is he so angry? He looks like he's about to faint."

Zhang Qiling shook his head slightly, lowered his head to eat, and seemed not prepared to answer this question.

The next day, Zhang Yecheng left the Zhang family under the watchful eyes of Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling, and set out for Guangxi with the rest of the Zhang family.

When the vehicle was halfway there, Zhang Yecheng opened the bag he was carrying and prepared to take out some dry food to eat.

He opened the bag and picked up a piece of dry food cake wrapped in oil paper. The moment the cake was taken away, a red lucky bag pressed under the cake came into view.

"What is this?"

Zhang Yecheng suspiciously put the pancake in his hand aside, picked up the lucky bag, opened it, and poured out the contents.

Two amulets fell into his palm. He picked them up and examined them carefully. The two amulets were exactly the same, but there were two of them.

In an instant, he understood that one of the two amulets was undoubtedly put there by Zhang Hanyan.

The other one belongs to Zhang Qiling.

He recalled Zhang Qiling's indifferent attitude when he talked about this matter yesterday. Looking at the amulet in front of him, he felt a warm current flowing through his heart.

"You little brat, I really thought you weren't worried about me at all! Now it seems that you are still worried about me!"

Zhang Yecheng held two amulets in his fingers and smiled so happily that his eyebrows were invisible.