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

On the surface, Zhang Hanyan was staring at the white-robed elder who was speaking, but in fact she was listening to the system analyzing the pros and cons for her.

After listening to the system's words, she slowly let go of the Great Elder under the nervous gaze of the white-robed elder.

She pushed hard, pushing the Great Elder towards the direction of the other elders. When the other elders were busy trying to pick up the Great Elder, she had already disappeared.

Tongzi, how long has the boy been taken away? How long does it take to get to Sizhou Ancient City? Is it still in time to save him?

[I'm sorry, host. If you rush to the ancient city of Sizhou by conventional means, it may be too late. After all, Zhang Qiling has been taken away for a long time.]

Zhang Hanyan stopped running and looked at the blood-stained sword in his hand.

Since conventional methods don’t work, let’s try some unconventional ways!

Zhang Hanyan recited the spell and injected spiritual power into the sword. A red light gradually gathered on the silver-white blade. The light was soft and hazy like mist.

The long sword slowly floated up, and she jumped lightly onto the sword. She turned her wrist, formed seals with both hands, and red light overflowed from her fingertips, gradually enveloping her whole body.

She flew up on her sword and rushed out with a whoosh.

The weather today is clear and cloudless. Zhang Hanyan stands on the sword, overlooking the world as he moves forward rapidly.

[Wow! Host, you are so awesome! At your current speed, it will only take one day to reach the ancient city of Sizhou! ]

Amid the system's various praises, Zhang Hanyan quickened his pace and moved forward.

She thought that she would really be able to reach the ancient city of Sizhou within a day as the system said.

However, things did not always go as planned. She was still only a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage. As her spiritual power was continuously consumed, she found it increasingly difficult to wield the sword.

Finally, before the dark clouds approached, she could no longer hold on and fell with her sword into the deserted forest.

[Host, why don't you fly? We still have a long way to go.]

The spiritual power in my Dantian has been exhausted. The spiritual energy in this world is too minimal for me to absorb and breathe. How far is it?

[It's about ten kilometers away.]

OK, it's only ten kilometers, right? The rest of the way, I have to walk!

As Zhang Hanyan stood up, a drop of rain fell on her cheek. Following the fall of the first drop of rain, a downpour followed.

The sudden heavy rain hindered her progress. In the thunderstorm, she could only find a place to hide from the rain for a while.

It rained heavily all night long, and finally stopped and the sky cleared up in the morning of the next day.

Zhang Hanyan simply tidied himself up, picked up his sword and quickly moved towards the ancient city of Sizhou.

Today in the ancient city of Sizhou, the Zhang family has swept away the gloomy atmosphere of the past, and there is a hidden excitement among people.

"We only have the deepest courtyard left to explore. The bronze bell belonging to the clan leader should be there. As long as we find the bronze bell, we will be the heroes of the Zhang family!"

"You're right. I also think the bronze bell should be there. In that case, let's get started without further ado!"

"Okay, let's go and grab a few kids first. Without the Qilin blood in them, there's no way we can cross the mud pond safely."

"Okay, we'll go with you and catch more. They are orphans without parents anyway. If they are alive, they still need to be raised by the Zhang family. It's a waste of food!"

A group of Zhang family members rushed into Zhang Qiling's tent, grabbed the few remaining children, and dragged them out.

"Hurry up! What are you dawdling for?"

The men were shouting and pushing, and they brought the children to a vertical downward hole and kicked Zhang Mo, who was in front.

Zhang Mo's body tilted downwards and fell out of the cave. All the children were tied together with hemp ropes. When one person fell down, the rest fell down like dumplings.

As they fell, they were accompanied by screams and the laughter of the Zhang family members who captured them.

Zhang Qiling and Zhang Mo were taken to a huge mud pond along with the other children.

Zhang Qiling looked around and found many dead bodies of children piled up on the edge of the mud pond. Their bodies were skinny and dry, like mummies.

"Ah! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The crying of a child brought Zhang Qiling back to his senses. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the crying child had a dagger cutting the veins on his wrist.

The Zhang family members who captured them used a wooden bucket to catch the blood flowing from his wrist. As the blood drained out, the child's voice became weaker and weaker, and gradually, he took his last breath.

His eyes were staring intently, as if expressing his unwillingness and resentment.

The Zhang family members casually threw his body into a corner full of corpses, and pulled another child over to start bleeding him.

The whole process was clean and neat, without any emotion showing on their faces, as if they were already accustomed to all of this.

Zhang Mo's eyes were filled with fear. He moved back in fear, begging those people in his heart not to kill him.

Even though Zhang Qiling was so indifferent, when he saw lives being brutally killed and becoming lifeless before his eyes, a hint of anger could not help but flash across his eyes.

There was more and more blood in the barrel, and fewer and fewer living children.

"I think, there's already more than half a bucket here, which is enough for us. Let's forget about the kids."

The man holding the dagger glanced at the blood in the barrel and frowned in disapproval.

"There are only two of them anyway. Killing one more or one less makes no difference. We might as well just kill them all.

How about this, you guys smear your blood and go in first, and I’ll drain the blood of these guys and then go in to find you.”

The other few people looked at each other, nodded, and began to smear the blood in the wooden barrel on their bodies, then jumped into the mud pond and disappeared.

After the man who stayed behind killed a few more children, he stretched out his claws to Zhang Qiling, who was limp and unable to resist.

He grabbed Zhang Qiling's wrist with force and slashed the blood vessels on his wrist with a knife.

In an instant, blood gushed out and flowed into the wooden barrel.

As the blood was lost, Zhang Qiling felt that the scenes and objects in front of him became increasingly blurry, and his head became increasingly dizzy. Gradually, he could no longer hold on and was about to faint on the ground.

Ding-ling-ling - the sound of crisp bells came out from the mud and echoed throughout the ancient city of Sizhou.

The man who caught Zhang Qiling gradually lost his mind under the influence of the bell sound. He began to cry and laugh, dance and act like a fool.