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

Wu Xie was carrying a big bag of snacks and walking slowly towards the store. As soon as he turned the corner of the street, he saw Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling standing at the door.

"Brother, Hanyan, you are back!"

Wang Meng came back to his senses when he heard his boss' voice and looked up at the two people standing in front of him.

He knew he was finished and looked at a loss.

"Come on, go in and sit down. How long have you been back?"

Wu Xie smiled and invited them to go into the store. When passing by Wang Meng, he glared at him calmly.

Wang Meng knew he had made a mistake, but he didn't dare say anything. He could only scratch his head awkwardly, chuckled twice, and continued to sit at the door, watching people coming and going on the street.

"Come, have some water. Here, the snacks I just bought."

"Thank you."

Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling took the mineral water and potato chips that Wu Xie handed to them, but just held them without any intention of opening them.

"Wu Xie, is there any news about your Third Uncle?"

Wu Xie paused for a moment as he was flipping through the snacks. He looked up at them and shook his head in disappointment.

"No, after leaving the Queen Mother of the West Palace, he seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. Even my second uncle couldn't find him."

"My brother and I will come here to find you at 8 o'clock tonight. You can go somewhere with us."

"where to?"

"You'll know in the evening. We'll go back first. See you in the evening."

Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling stood up and left together. They came in a hurry and left in a hurry, leaving Wu Xie completely confused.

The moon was above the willows, and Wang Meng had already gone home from get off work. He came and left on time every day, not a minute earlier or later.

Anyway, the business in the store was not very good, so Wu Xie just went with him and did not restrict him too much.

The night was dark and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased. In this late autumn with howling cold wind, no one wanted to stay outside for any longer.

Wu Xie was waiting alone at the entrance of Wushanju. Before his nose was about to freeze, he finally saw Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling walking towards him.

"You guys are finally here. I'm almost freezing..."

"Didn't you say eight o'clock? And why aren't you waiting inside the store?"

Zhang Hanyan looked at his thin clothes and the closed shop door behind him in confusion.

"It's Wang Meng who locked the door early. I didn't bring my key, and I was afraid you wouldn't see me when you came, so I had to wait here."

Wu Xie became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and he looked like he was going to swallow Wang Meng whole.

"Okay, let's go. Where's your car? The place is a bit far. Let's drive there."

"It's parked at the corner of the street. Let's go. I've got the car keys."

The three of them got in the car, which sped all the way. At Zhang Hanyan's strong request, the car stopped directly in front of Wu Sansheng's house.

"No, my third uncle is really not at home. There is only an old man guarding the door at home."

As Wu Xie continued to mutter, Zhang Qiling opened the lid of the cellar in the yard and jumped down. After a while, he came up carrying an unconscious person.

The man kept his head down, and in the dark night, Wu Xie could not see his face clearly.

As for Zhang Hanyan, the moment Zhang Qiling jumped down the cellar, she grabbed the old man that Wu Xie mentioned and knocked him unconscious with a single blow.

As Wu Xie was shocked beyond words, they carried two unconscious people into the house, tied them up and threw them on the bed.

The lights in the house were bright, and Wu Xie could see clearly that the person Zhang Qiling had brought up from the cellar was actually Wu Sanxing.

"Uncle San? Why isn't he just staying at home? What is he doing down there? No way..."

Wu Xie stared at Wu Sansheng's face carefully. He couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was Wu Sansheng or Jie Lianhuan.

He took two steps back and looked at Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan.

"Brother, I can understand why you knocked out my Third Uncle because you were afraid that the old fox would run away. But, Han Yan, why did you knock out this old man?

He is already very old, his hair and beard are all white, he can't stand a blow from you."

Zhang Hanyan gave him a speechless look, and under his puzzled gaze, she walked over and tore off the human skin mask on the old man's face.

At this moment, Wu Xie felt that there was probably nothing in this world that could shock him as much as the scene before him.

Because, in front of him, on this 1.5-meter-tall bed, there were two people who looked exactly the same!

Their faces are exactly the same, even the length of their hair, the wrinkles on their faces, the shape of their eyebrows... everything is the same.

"Two Third Uncles? Among them... who is Jie Lianhuan?"

Wu Xie looked at Zhang Hanyan, his eyes full of anticipation, hoping to get a positive answer.

Zhang Hanyan stretched out her hand and pointed at the old man before her.

"He is Jie Lianhuan. He has a mask on his face, but it is difficult to peel it off."

"So, for all these years, the two of them have been together!"

Wu Xie sat down on the edge of the bed, staring in disbelief at Wu Sanxing and Jie Lianhuan who were lying in coma on the bed.

Two hours later, the two unconscious people woke up. The moment they saw each other, they instantly realized that they had been discovered and exposed.

Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling sat on chairs, Wu Xie sat beside the bed, and the three of them looked at the person who had woken up on the bed.

Wu Sanxing and Jie Lianhuan struggled continuously, but the ropes tied around them showed no signs of loosening. Instead, they became tighter the more they struggled.

In an instant, they realized that they had encountered an expert who was well prepared.

Wu Xie couldn't bear to watch this, so he stood up and helped them both sit up.

"Wu Xie! What are you doing tying us up, you little brat? Let us go now!"

Jie Lianhuan roared loudly, but Wu Xie didn't want to pay any attention to him. He strode over and sat next to Zhang Qiling.

At this time, Wu Sanxing and Jie Lianhuan noticed Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling beside Wu Xie.

Jie Lianhuan smiled in understanding, "I was wondering, how could you be so capable of catching both of us at the same time? It turns out you have help."

Wu Sansheng didn't say anything, and there was no expression on his face, as if he was indifferent to everything in front of him.

In fact, only he himself knew how panicked he was at the moment.

"What do you want?"

He finally spoke, and his voice was slightly different from Jie Lianhuan's. If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't notice it at all.

"No matter what, the plan you have been planning for so many years has been completed, and the last leader of that organization has died.

Now, the bodies you hid in the Southern Song Dynasty imperial tombs are of no use.

Now, you should be able to tell Wu Xie everything you have done over the years, right?

Zhang Hanyan leaned back in her chair, her eyes casually moving over Wu Sansheng and Jie Lianhuan, looking at their faces.

“You don’t have to look at me like that. I don’t really want to help him.

But you all know Wu Xie's temper. He won't turn back until he hits the wall. As long as it is a mystery, he must know the answer.

Besides, we are friends, and I don’t have many friends in this world, so I am willing to help him.”

Wu Sanxing and Jie Lianhuan knew that Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling's abilities were extraordinary, but they did not expect that this man who looked calm and composed knew so much about them.