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

Zhang Qiling raised his hand to block the scorching sun, looked up at the rising sun, stood up, walked into the room and packed his bags.

Wu Xie and Fatty watched him walk out with his backpack and suddenly stood up from the recliner.

"Where are you going?"

"Yes, where are you going? Back to Hangzhou?"

Zhang Hanyan brushed off the fallen leaves on her body, stood up, walked to Zhang Qiling, and walked to the door with him.

"We're not going back to Hangzhou. We're going to Germany to see our master and then come back. It's getting late, and my brother and I have to catch a bus. We're leaving first."

"Will you go back to Hangzhou after you come back?"

Wu Xie couldn't wait to chase to the door and asked loudly.

"Of course we have to go back. Where can we go if not to Hangzhou? Don't send me off. Let's meet again in Hangzhou!"

Zhang Hanyan turned to look at Wu Xie, Fatty, Yuncai and Pan Zi who were standing at the door, and waved goodbye to them with a smile.

Only when their figures disappeared at the end of the road did Wu Xie and the others slowly return to the yard.

Half a month later, Pan Zi's injuries were finally almost healed. Wu Xie and Pan Zi left Banai, Guangxi and returned to Hangzhou together.

The fat man stayed in Banai. He wanted to stay with Yuncai and had no intention of returning to Beijing at all, as if Banai was his real home.

Every day he worked from sunrise to sunset, accompanying the clouds, and his days were quite fulfilling and happy.

He would find different ways to make delicious food for Yuncai every day, and his smile never faltered.

In Germany, Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling returned to the manor where they once lived. The manor still looked the same as it did before, with lush flowers and plants in the garden, and it was obvious that someone was taking care of it regularly.

The manor where the elders lived was not far from where they were. They did not plan to wait any longer, so they packed up and went straight to the elders' residence.

Knock, knock, knock—the man in the black suit stood at the door and knocked on the closed door slowly and forcefully.

Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling looked at each other and saw a hint of nervousness and anticipation in each other's eyes.

In a short while, the heavy door was opened, and the third elder, dressed in white casual clothes, appeared at the door with a smile.

"Sui'an, what are you doing here today?"

Zhang Sui'an turned his body silently, and the Third Elder saw Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan standing behind him at a glance.

"Patriarch! Saint! Why did you come here suddenly? Come in quickly. Let's sit down and talk about anything."

The third elder made way with a smile, and after they entered the house, he pulled Zhang Sui'an, who was about to turn around and leave, into the house.

Bang—the door was slammed shut with a dull sound.

The living room in the house was surprisingly large. The former elders had taken off their loose robes and dressed in casual and homely clothes.

"Meet the Patriarch, Saint."

They all walked from various places in the living room to Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling, bowed and saluted.

"Patriarch, Saint, we haven't seen each other for many years since we parted ways with the Zhang family. Do you have anything to tell me this time?"

Everyone in the room was looking at them in anticipation. They thought that something special must have happened that made two people who hadn't seen each other for many years appear in front of them in person.

Zhang Qiling pulled Zhang Hanyan to the sofa and sat down. He picked up the nuts on the fruit plate and slowly peeled off the hard outer shell.

They didn't say anything, and the elders didn't dare to breathe or move easily.

Even after many years, the shadow that Zhang Hanyan once left on them has not dissipated, but has become deeper with time.

Zhang Hanyan raised his eyes and glanced at the elders standing together. Everyone was still there, except for the first and second elders.

"Where are the Third Elder, the First Elder, and the Second Elder? Why can't we see them?"

"The eldest is old and on his deathbed. He doesn't have many days left to live. He stays in his room every day and only comes out for a walk occasionally.

As for the second brother, Saint, you know it well. With his condition, he can only stay in his room except for the specific time of sunbathing every day."

Zhang Hanyan nodded in understanding and continued.

"Where is my master? My brother and I came to Germany to see him. Where is he?"

The third elder looked at Zhang Sui'an who had been waiting on the side, "Go find Zhang Yecheng and tell him that the clan leader and the saint want to see him."

"Yes."

Zhang Sui'an responded and turned and left.

All the elders watched Zhang Qiling peeling nuts silently. After a short while, the jar in front of him was filled with nut kernels.

He clapped his hands, shook off the crumbs on them, and placed the jar full of nut kernels in front of Zhang Hanyan.

"Eat."

"Thank you, bro."

There was a gentle smile in Zhang Hanyan's eyes. She reached out and picked up a nut kernel, put it in her mouth, and chewed it slowly.

The elders are all experienced people who have lived for hundreds of years. What they see before their eyes is something they can see without any hesitation.

They looked at each other tacitly, with smiles in their eyes and an imperceptible curve at the corners of their lips.

Just as several elders were arguing with each other, the door was pushed open again, and Zhang Sui'an walked in with Zhang Yecheng, who looked excited.

"Master!"

The moment Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling saw Zhang Yecheng, they both stood up at the same time.

She strode up to his side, smiling. He hesitated for a moment, followed her a few steps, and walked towards Zhang Yecheng.

Zhang Yecheng's gaze kept moving between the two of them. His eyes were slightly red and sparkling with crystal light.

"Hey! They've grown so tall... our little girl is so pretty, oh... the little boy is pretty too!"

Zhang Hanyan turned to look at Zhang Qiling, only to see him standing quietly behind her with a faint smile in his eyes.

"Master, let's go to the manor where we live. We can talk slowly."

"Okay, okay, let's go. Let's go now."

Zhang Yecheng turned and left, with Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling following closely behind him. The door opened and then closed again, leaving the elders in the room looking at each other in bewilderment.

Just as they were about to stretch their bodies, the closed door was opened again.

Zhang Qiling walked back with a cold face, picked up a jar of nuts on the table, and turned away again.

This time, they stood there and waited for a long time. The people who left showed no intention of coming back. They finally breathed a sigh of relief and went to do their own things.

Returning to her own territory, Zhang Hanyan lay down directly on the sofa and curled up in the corner of the sofa in the most comfortable posture.

Zhang Yecheng couldn't help rolling his eyes when he saw that she didn't know how to stand or sit properly.

"What do you look like, you little bastard? Sit still!"

"No, my brother and I took a long car ride to Germany. I'm so tired. This position is comfortable."

Zhang Qiling glanced at her, walked over and stuffed a pillow behind her waist to support her suspended waist.

Zhang Yecheng looked at the two of them in silence, his eyebrows slightly raised, and then as if he suddenly thought of something, he pursed his lips and smiled secretly.