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

As the sound of the bronze bell continued to ring, Zhang Qiling, who was already drowsy, gradually opened his eyes.

His eyes were no longer as cold and indifferent as usual. The corners of his eyes were red, hiding a surging murderous intent.

Kill! Kill them! They betrayed you! They laughed at you! Kill them! These people want to kill you! You should strike first and kill them! Kill!

A mournful voice kept echoing in his mind. That voice was persuasive and confusing.

Fragments of the past kept flashing through his mind over and over again.

The master's resolute betrayal, the elders' ruthless abandonment, the tribe members' ridicule and mockery, and... those children who died in front of him.

The blinding red filled everything, making it difficult for him to see clearly what was in front of him.

The sound of the bronze bell gradually stopped, and only a trace of the echo gradually dissipated in the air.

Zhang Qiling slowly stood up with his hands on the ground, and he attacked the people around him like a mechanical puppet being controlled by someone.

Before they could even react, they were killed by Zhang Qiling.

"Qiling! What are you doing!?"

Zhang Yecheng appeared in the mud pond. He looked at Zhang Mo, who was almost dying from being strangled by Zhang Qiling, and the bloody corpses on the ground, his face full of grief.

Zhang Qiling, who was trapped in the illusion, could no longer tell who the person in front of him was. He just wanted to kill him, kill them all.

He put down the dying Zhang Mo and rushed towards Zhang Yecheng at lightning speed.

Zhang Qiling was now filled with an extremely terrifying power. Even Zhang Yecheng was no match for him and was quickly restrained by him.

"Qi Ling, wake up! Wake up quickly! When you wake up and see what you have done, you will regret it!"

Zhang Yecheng struggled violently under Zhang Qiling's hands. When he was about to break free and escape, Zhang Qiling picked up the blood-stained dagger on the ground.

"Brother! Put down the dagger and take a good look at who he is!"

As soon as Zhang Hanyan turned the corner, she saw Zhang Qiling preparing to stab Zhang Yecheng with a dagger.

She didn't have time to think, so she waved her sleeves and used the little spiritual energy she had left to knock the dagger out of his hand and save Zhang Yecheng.

[Host, Zhang Qiling has been controlled by the bronze bell and has fallen into an illusion. He doesn't recognize you at all now! Run! ]

No! I want to take him with me! We have to go home together!

[You no longer have any spiritual power, and are essentially no different from an ordinary person. You simply cannot defeat Zhang Qiling now! ]

Zhang Hanyan did not listen to the system's advice, and she did not dare to draw her sword against Zhang Qiling, for fear of hurting him.

She threw away the sword in her hand and faced Zhang Qiling with her bare hands.

The two men fought each other with fists and lives, one trying to kill the other, the other trying to save the other.

As time passed, Zhang Hanyan, who had lost his spiritual power and had traveled a long distance, gradually became exhausted and was caught by Zhang Qiling in a short while.

He pinched her throat tightly, and big drops of blood dripped down and hit his arm.

Zhang Yecheng, lying limp on the ground, looked at the scene in front of him helplessly. He tried his best to stand up and stop him, but in the end, his seriously injured body fell heavily to the ground again.

"Qi Ling! Stop it! Take a good look at who she is! Do you really want to kill Han Yan?"

The word "Hanyan" brought a brief moment of clarity back to Zhang Qiling's red eyes.

The things in front of him gradually became clear. Zhang Hanyan's pale cheeks and the glaring red at the corners of her mouth formed a sharp contrast, which struck his heart heavily.

"Han Yan..."

He spoke hesitantly, his voice confused and helpless.

Then, as if he finally realized something, he suddenly loosened his grip and withdrew his hand in disbelief.

The moment he let go, Zhang Hanyan fell down weakly and finally landed heavily on the ground.

Her face was pale, her blood-stained red lips were faintly tinged with purple, and her breathing became rapid and shallow.

"Hanyan!" Zhang Yecheng crawled to Zhang Hanyan with all his might and helped her up with difficulty.

"Han Yan! Wake up! Han Yan!"

His anxious calls finally made Zhang Qiling realize what had happened. He looked around and unfamiliar memories came flooding back.

Those memories kept telling him loudly what on earth he had just done!

Dong—Zhang Qiling fell heavily to his knees on the ground. He looked blankly at the seriously injured Zhang Yecheng and Zhang Hanyan, as well as the blood-stained corpses around him with their eyes open.

"Han...Han Yan...I...I'm not me...not..."

Zhang Qiling slumped to the ground, shaking his head repeatedly, speaking incoherently, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

He couldn't concentrate at all, and his mind was filled with everything that had just happened.

[Host, Zhang Qiling is on the verge of collapse, please comfort him! His current condition is very dangerous! ]

The system's words made Zhang Hanyan try hard to maintain the last bit of consciousness. She slowly raised her hand and grabbed Zhang Qiling's trembling right hand.

“Ahem… little brother, everything that happened just now was not your fault. You were just controlled by the bronze bell. That was not your intention.

"Brother, I just saw Zhang Mo's hand move. He should still be alive. Do you want to go and have a look?"

The warmth on the back of his hand and the comforting soft words gradually calmed Zhang Qiling's agitated mood.

He looked up at Zhang Hanyan, only to see her nodding firmly, trying hard to pull up a better-looking smile with the corners of her bloodstained mouth.

Zhang Qiling turned his head suspiciously and looked at Zhang Mo who was standing next to the mud pond. He stared at him intently, and just before he was about to give up, Zhang Mo's fingers moved slightly.

"He...is not dead?"

The moment Zhang Qiling looked at Zhang Hanyan, Zhang Hanyan hurriedly turned her gaze away from Zhang Mo.

In fact, she was so focused on fighting with Zhang Qiling that she didn't pay attention to whether Zhang Mo was dead or alive. She said those words just to divert his attention.

It wasn't until she saw Zhang Mo's fingers move that she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes! He's not dead! Brother, can we take him away from here? It's very dangerous here. Let's talk about it after we get out, okay?"

Zhang Hanyan patiently persuaded Zhang Qiling to shift his attention to other things little by little.

Zhang Qiling was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Okay..."

He controlled the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss, walked over to help Zhang Hanyan up, and staggered out.

His sudden action made Zhang Yecheng stunned on the spot. He looked at Zhang Mo who was lying in the mud, and then at Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan who had already walked away.

Finally, he sighed resignedly, stumbled to his feet, helped Zhang Mo up, turned around and walked out.