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

Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan stayed in Germany for nearly a month, during which time they told Zhang Yecheng everything that had happened over the years in detail.

After a short reunion, they had to face separation again, and Zhang Yecheng was reluctant to let them leave.

Especially after they told him what they had experienced over the years, he didn't want to let them go even more.

Zhang Yecheng simply couldn't believe that they had suffered so much in just a few decades since he and the two of them separated.

One lost his memory and the other was seriously injured twice.

Whenever he thought of this, his heart felt like it was being pierced by thousands of needles, causing him to feel a tingling pain.

He looked at Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling standing in front of him. They had grown up now and were no longer the two little glutinous rice balls who were only three years old and needed his care.

"Do you have to go?"

Zhang Yecheng suppressed the sob in his throat and stared at the two people standing side by side.

"Well, Master, take care of yourself. We will go back first. Wait for our call."

Zhang Hanyan's determined eyes seemed to tell him that no matter what he said, they must leave, and he could not stop them from moving forward.

She looked at Zhang Qiling and smiled, "Brother, let's go."

"it is good."

They held hands and said goodbye to Zhang Yecheng, turned around, and walked away in unison.

Zhang Yecheng waved goodbye to them reluctantly, his eyes fixed on their receding figures, his eyes revealing an emotion that was hard to let go.

His heart seemed to be blocked by something. He felt stuffy and had difficulty breathing. He wanted to cry, but he tried his best to hold it back.

"You must be safe!"

The surging crowd blocked their view of each other until they could no longer see each other. Then Zhang Yecheng turned and walked towards Zhang Sui'an who was waiting on the roadside.

"Let's go back..."

He opened the car door and sat in the back seat. Zhang Sui'an didn't say much. On the way back, the car fell into an eerie silence.

After a bumpy journey, Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan finally returned to their long-lost home.

They pushed the door open and even though the house was covered in dust, they felt the long-lost sense of security.

Zhang Qiling picked up the rag and basin in the tool room. Just as he was about to turn on the faucet to get water to clean the house, he was stopped by Zhang Hanyan.

He looked at her with a puzzled look on his face, thinking, although I am not very good at cooking, isn't it no problem to clean the house? Why don't you want me to do it?

"Hey man, there's so much dust, it's so tiring to clean up, look, I have this!"

She took out a handful of talisman paper and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Cleaning Talisman, throw a few more out, and make sure the house is spotlessly clean immediately."

She pulled out dozens of cleaning talismans, used her spiritual power to cast a spell, and waved them out, causing yellow talisman papers to fall into every corner of the room.

The moment the talisman paper touched all the objects in the house, the thick dust disappeared instantly and everything became bright and new.

Zhang Qiling has always known that these talismans are powerful. He originally thought that they were all offensive.

He didn't expect that there was talisman paper that could be used for housework.

"Yan Yan, in your previous world, did you not have to do anything?"

"Of course, fairies all have magic. No matter what you want to do, you just need to wave your hands gently."

Zhang Hanyan took the basin and rag from Zhang Qiling’s hand and put them on the ground, then pulled him to sit on the sofa.

"I saw on TV that they all talked about gods. Why did you just say..."

"Brother, what is said in those TV dramas is wrong. Since ancient times, gods are gods and immortals are immortals.

Immortals can never compare to gods.

Moreover, immortals are humans who practice and ascend to become immortals. Of course, transformed spirits can also become immortals if they get the opportunity.

Gods are conceived directly by the heavens. They are gods from birth. Gods have great power and the highest status. Immortals cannot compare to them. "

As Zhang Hanyan spoke, she searched the drawer of the coffee table but couldn't find the TV remote control.

"So what were you before you became a fairy?"

Zhang Qiling stared at her without blinking. She was stunned when she heard his words, turned to look at him, tilted her head and smiled playfully.

"As for me... I was a snake demon who had practiced for thousands of years. One day, if I get unhappy, I might eat you in one bite!"

Zhang Qiling was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised the end of his eyebrows. He leaned over slightly and reached out to pinch the soft flesh on her cheek.

"Another lie..."

His voice was cold and soft, with unspeakable pampering and tenderness.

"How do you know I was lying to you? I've already disguised myself so well!"

Zhang Hanyan looked at him in disbelief. She never expected that he could see through her lies and disguise so easily.

He lowered his eyes, looked at her fingers, and smiled.

"Yan Yan, don't you know that every time you lie to someone, the thumb and index finger of your right hand are always tightly pressed together?"

Zhang Hanyan immediately looked down at his right hand. Just as he said, his thumb and index finger were pressed so tightly together that they were beginning to turn white.

“I didn’t even realize it myself…”

She lowered her head and muttered, and began to study the two fingers, twisting them this way and that, until the fingertips turned a little red from being pinched by her.

Zhang Qiling kept watching her fiddling with her fingers, and when she wanted to continue, he held her hand down in time.

"Yan Yan, your fingers are red."

She let go of her hand, sighed in frustration, and sat down next to Zhang Qiling.

"Well, I admit that I lied. Before I ascended to become an immortal, I was a swordsman practicing in a sect."

Zhang Qiling looked at the soft sword wrapped around her waist, just for a moment, and then looked away.

"Brother, I'll go clean up the second and third floors, then we'll go out to buy groceries and cook, and by the way, go see if Wu Xie is in the store."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

The cleaning talisman fell, and the second and third floors became clean. Zhang Qiling took off the sheets and quilt covers and put them in the washing machine to wash.

The reason was simple, but Zhang Hanyan felt that even though the bedding became clean under the effect of the cleaning talisman, she still felt a little disgusted.

Together they took the cotton and mattress to the garden to dry in the sun. After packing everything up, they took the vegetable basket and went out together.

The farmers' market is bustling with activity, and every vendor is enthusiastic and eager to pull you by the hand to patronize his business.

Of course, they didn't dare to hold Zhang Hanyan's hand. Before they could take any action, they were scared away by Zhang Qiling's cold gaze that almost seemed to kill people.

By the time they finally squeezed out of the farmers' market, the sun had already started to set.

"Brother, let's go to Wushanju and take a look. If Wu Xie is in the store, I have something to tell him."

"it is good."

The two of them strolled leisurely to Wushanju. Wang Meng was concentrating on playing games on the computer and didn't notice at all that there were two people standing in front of him.