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

Zhang Qiling glared at him coldly and ignored him. He reached out to take the food handed to him by Wu Xie, picked out the ones Zhang Hanyan liked and placed them on the small table in front of her.

"Thank you, little brother. Um... But Fatty just said he had a dirty trick to make you sleep. What was that trick?"

Zhang Hanyan took the chopsticks handed to her by Zhang Qiling with a smile, her eyes fixed on him.

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips slightly, raised his eyes to look at the fat man who was standing against the wall, his pupils slightly drooping.

"He knocked me out with a very thick stick. It hurt a lot..."

He spoke slowly, his words were clearly pronounced, his tone was drawn out, his voice was low and soft, and it revealed endless grievance.

"Hey! No! I didn't use any harsh force! How come you are complaining now?"

The fat man took a few steps forward anxiously, but under Zhang Qiling's cold gaze, he slowly retreated.

"Where did you hit? Let me see."

Zhang Hanyan hurriedly stood up and glanced at him several times. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there were no obvious injuries.

"Does it still hurt?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head slowly. His pitiful look made the fat man's heart ache and it took him a long time to recover.

Haha... I never realized that this guy actually has acting talent? With such acting skills, he can win an award as the best actor!

Why would you want to act in a play? Why rob tombs?

Wu Xie's eyes moved between them, but in order to avoid being implicated, he had no intention of speaking.

Seeing the fat man being humiliated, he tried hard to hold back the corners of his mouth that were curling up wildly. He pulled out a stool from beside the bed and was about to sit down when the cell phone in his pocket rang, interrupting his action.

He took out his cell phone and walked aside to answer it.

"I see. I'll take the blueprint to the agreed location to meet her. OK, see you there."

"Who is Tian Nai?" the fat man asked casually.

Wu Xie walked back and sat down while fiddling with his phone. "The Huo family from Jiumen wants to buy the drawings of the Yangshi Lei I have and asked me to meet him at the Crescent Hotel."

His words made Zhang Hanyan pause, and then she concentrated on eating the food in the bowl.

Zhang Qiling noticed her actions and began to listen carefully to the conversation between Wu Xie and Fatty.

"The Crescent Hotel? That's the top hotel in Beijing. Only the rich and powerful can afford to spend money there.

But, naive, are you really going to sell those drawings of the style mine? You found them with great difficulty. "

Wu Xie looked through the photo album on his phone, which was filled with photos of drawings he had taken.

"Well, these blueprints are just what I use for fishing. Anyone who wants to buy my blueprints must also be interested in what's under the water of Banai Lake."

"Wu Xie, can you show me the blueprint you found?"

Zhang Hanyan put down her chopsticks and looked up at Wu Xie who had been fiddling with his phone.

“Sure, I took pictures of them all.”

Wu Xie flipped to the photo of the first drawing and walked over to hand it to her.

“I found this in an archive room in Changsha. It’s more of a storage room than an archive room.

The warehouse was full of miscellaneous items, and these blueprints were found in a large wooden box at the end of the warehouse. "

Zhang Hanyan flipped through Wu Xie's mobile phone album one by one. There were more than a dozen drawings in total. The drawings showed a large courtyard, several meters long and deep, and quite large.

The design of the house on the drawing is very strange. All the rooms under the eaves have almost no sunlight, not even reflected light.

Even when the sun was shining brightly outside, the room was still pitch dark.

"Han Yan, why do you think Shi Lei would design a mansion like this where there is no sunlight for 365 days a year?

Also, as far as I know, Yangshi Lei has always been designing courtyards for the royal family, and rarely designs residential houses, let alone a residential house like this one that never sees the sun all year round. "

Zhang Hanyan turned to the last photo, her eyes darkened, and she returned the phone to Wu Xie.

"These are the blueprints of the Zhang Family's ancient building, which is used to store the bodies of Zhang family members. The people of the Huo family want to buy these blueprints, and they probably also want to enter the Zhang Family's ancient building."

"What? My goodness, Yangshi Lei, a man who works for the royal family, actually designed a tomb for your Zhang family?

Then I, Fatty, must take a good look at what your Zhang family’s tomb looks like.”

The fat man exclaimed and strode towards Wu Xie. He reached out and snatched the phone from Wu Xie's hand, and began to flip through the drawings that he had only glanced at before.

Wu Xie looked over the drawings carefully and was familiar with every detail marked on the drawings.

He really didn't understand why those people from the Huo family had to enter an ancient building used to store the bodies of the Zhang family.

What are you doing in there? To steal someone's body?

"Han Yan, what exactly is in the Zhang family's ancient building? It's so attractive that they are willing to spend a high price to buy the blueprints from me."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hanyan just smiled and lowered her head. She remembered that decades ago, Zhang Qishan and Qiu Dekao, as well as the other heads of the Nine Gates, also wanted to enter the Zhang family's ancient building.

At the beginning, they had put in a lot of thought and effort to enter the Zhang family ancient building.

"Maybe, they all thought that the Zhang family's ancient building had the answer to the Zhang family's immortality. Immortality is just their fantasy. There is no such thing as immortality in this world."

Her words made the fat man's eyes fixed on Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling's faces. He hesitated for a while and then spoke.

"But considering your and my brother's age and appearance, it's really hard to convince people that there is no such thing as immortality in this world."

Zhang Qiling paused in picking up the food, looked up at the fat man, was silent for a moment, said nothing, then lowered his head to do his own thing again.

Zhang Hanyan touched her cheek casually, thought about it, and finally sighed helplessly.

"Okay, I admit that you are right. It is indeed not convincing."

Wu Xie took the thermos bucket handed to him by Zhang Qiling, placed it on the cabinet next to him, and continued.

"Then let's go and see which one of the Huo family wants to buy this blueprint. Hanyan, you should rest in the hospital. I will accompany you. Fatty and I will go."

Zhang Hanyan shook her head. In the original plot, the last item to be auctioned at the Crescent Hotel was the Ghost Seal. Now, both Ghost Seals were in her hands, and she wanted to go and see how the plot would develop next.

"No, my brother and I will go too. There is an old friend at the Crescent Hotel who I want to meet."

"Old friend? Could it be your Zhang family again? Han Yan, don't tell me, the owner of such a big New Moon Hotel is your Zhang family?"

Zhang Hanyan just smiled and didn't answer.