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

When Zhang Hanyan was drawing the talisman paper, he poured a little bit of spiritual power into it. After the talisman paper was completed, a faint light was faintly glowing on the red cinnabar.

In addition to the talisman paper that can summon ghost messengers, she also drew many talismans that can gather Yin. After all, when asking someone to do something for you, you always have to give them some benefits.

On the yellow talisman paper, the runes drawn with red cinnabar were formed in one stroke without any pause in between.

She picked up the talisman paper, flicked her fingers on it, and a smug smile appeared on her lips.

"Okay, get ready. If you are scared, you can close your eyes."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie and Fatty shook their heads firmly, their eyes wide open like bells, not showing any fear at all, their eyes were filled with curiosity.

Yuncai looked at Zhang Hanyan, hesitated for a moment, then moved towards her calmly, holding the corner of her clothes tightly with both hands.

Zhang Qiling was naturally not afraid of these things. In this world, the only thing that could scare him was probably losing Zhang Hanyan.

Zhang Hanyan stood up, pulled Yuncai to the bedside, and waved to Zhang Qiling and the others.

"Young man, all of you come here and leave some space for the people who are about to show up."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie and Fatty hurriedly stood up and ran to her side. Their quickly moving figures silently told of their hidden fear.

Zhang Qiling followed Wu Xie and Fatty, and quickly walked to stand beside Zhang Hanyan.

Zhang Hanyan looked at them and made sure they were all ready before she chanted the spell to summon souls. When the talisman paper in her hand burned out, two figures, one black and one white, appeared beside the table.

The black-clothed ghost was holding a long and thick chain in his hand. He had a white face and black clothes, and his expression was gloomy and cold. He looked ruthless.

On the tall hat it says: Peace on Earth.

The ghost in white was holding a mourning stick in his hand. He was completely different from the ghost in black. He had a smile on his face and looked very friendly.

It says on the tall hat: Make money at first sight.

Wu Xie and Fatty held each other's hands tightly, staring at the two ghost officials opposite them with bated breath, not daring to breathe.

Yun Cai let go of the corner of Zhang Hanyan's clothes and instead grabbed her wrist, standing quietly there, not daring to move.

Zhang Qiling slightly turned sideways and calmly placed Zhang Hanyan behind him. He stared straight at the ghost messenger opposite him. There was only a look of vigilance on his face, but no fear at all.

Black and White Impermanence looked at the people opposite them and could see at a glance the surging spiritual power in Zhang Hanyan's body.

"It's really rare. I didn't expect that in this era, there are still cultivators who can enter the Qi Refining Stage. However, your cultivation level doesn't look like the Qi Refining Stage, but rather the Foundation Establishment Stage."

"Seventh Master, Eighth Master, I didn't expect you to come in person. Sorry to bother you..."

Zhang Hanyan had no intention of answering Bai Wuchang's question. She originally just wanted to summon an ordinary ghost messenger, but she didn't know that these two would come in person.

Hei Wuchang said nothing, while Bai Wuchang waved his hand indifferently and stared at Zhang Qiling beside Zhang Hanyan.

"Nothing, we just want to see who in this world can use such pure spiritual power."

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze from Zhang Qiling to look at Zhang Hanyan.

"What's the matter with you calling us here?"

Zhang Hanyan noticed the way the Black and White Impermanence looked at Zhang Qiling. She suppressed her doubts and waved to Lin Nian Yao who was outside the house.

Lin Nian Yao floated into the house reluctantly, passed by the Black and White Impermanence tremblingly, and floated to stand beside Zhang Hanyan.

As soon as she approached them, they immediately felt that the surroundings became a lot cooler.

"Lin Nianyao? Have you figured it out? Are you ready to go to the underworld with us to reincarnate?"

Faced with Bai Wuchang's questions, Lin Nian Yao didn't dare to say anything, but just shook her head frantically to express her wishes.

"Then why did you ask us to be summoned here? To listen to your stories again?"

Zhang Hanyan looked at Lin Nianyao who was crying, raised her eyebrows slightly, and spoke softly to Zhang Qiling.

"It seems that she has told her past stories to more than just a few of us."

Zhang Qiling looked at the cunning in her brows and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Ah."

"Seventh Master, the person Lin Nian Yao wanted to wait for didn't come. She doesn't want to reincarnate. This time, she asked Seventh Master and Eighth Master to come up to ask for the news of that person."

"What's that person's name?"

Bai Wuchang looked at Lin Nian Yao and waited for her reply.

"Lu Jin'an, I gave him this name, taken from Li Bai's poem, 'Many forks in the road, where is Jin'an?'"

Upon hearing this, Black and White Impermanence looked at each other. They naturally knew who Lin Nian Yao was talking about.

From the moment a person is born, his date of birth, name, address, and life events are all recorded in the Book of Life and Death.

For them, it is very easy to find someone.

"We know the man you're talking about. He can be considered a stubborn resident of the underworld. Counting the time, it should be nearly a hundred years.

Since his death, he has been staying by the Naihe Bridge, not drinking Mengpo soup but crossing the Naihe Bridge. He said he was waiting for someone.

After Bai Wuchang finished speaking, he looked at Lin Nian Yao. There was an indescribable sadness in her eyes, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Naihe Bridge, it turns out that he died a long time ago. No wonder he never came back in all these years..."

Hei Wuchang looked at the trembling Lin Nian Yao coldly. The iron chain in his hand shook slightly, making a clanging sound in the silent night.

"Now that you know his whereabouts, you can come with us! This time, if you resist arrest again, I will not show you mercy!"

His voice sounded cold and heartless, making Lin Nian Yao, who was on the brink of collapse, even more shaky. She looked like she was about to disappear.

Bai Wuchang glanced at Hei Wuchang indifferently and reprimanded him softly.

"Why are you talking so harshly? You scared her so much that she is out of her mind. If she really disappears, I wonder how you will report to her when you get back!"

Hei Wuchang snorted coldly and said nothing more.

"Miss Lin, I know you won't trust us easily. So, let's call that person up and you will know for sure."

As soon as Bai Wuchang finished speaking, a pitch-black door appeared out of thin air behind him and Hei Wuchang. The door had ancient patterns on it and exuded a cold black aura.

He stretched out his hand and a man appeared in the room. The man was wearing snow-white clothes and had black hair. His face was clear and gentle, warm and transparent, like a cold moon in the water, clear and sparkling.

When Zhang Hanyan, Zhang Qiling and others saw the man's appearance, they were all slightly stunned, and instantly understood why Lin Nian Yao was willing to wait for him for a hundred years.

In that era, such a stunning face could most fascinate a lady like Lin Nianyao who never left the house.

"Good morning!"

Lu Jinan looked up at Lin Nianyao, his eyes like stagnant water slowly began to ripple, and gradually, they became turbulent waves.

"Nian Yao! It's really you!"

He ran to Lin Nian Yao's side regardless of everything, their eyes were fixed on each other, unwilling to move away even a little bit.

Lu Jinan's eyes were filled with tears. He gently wiped away Lin Nian Yao's tears and stroked her pale cheek.

"Nian Yao, I'm sorry for all these years..."

Lin Nian Yao kept shaking her head. She reached out and hugged him tightly, fearing that he would disappear from her sight again.

"Don't be sorry, Jin'an. I did all this willingly. I have no regrets and no complaints."

Lu Jinan hugged her back tightly, crystal tears fell silently and dissipated in the wind.