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

On the sparkling water, gorgeous lotus lanterns are floating, like twinkling stars.

The reflections on the water and the light of the lanterns are intertwined to form beautiful pictures.

On the distant shore, they walked hand in hand, strolling along the water's edge, watching their own lanterns drifting farther and farther away.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

As they were walking, they suddenly heard extremely panicked shouting coming from behind. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw an out-of-control motorcycle speeding through the crowd.

"Yanyan."

"Clouds."

"noob."

"Flower Lord."

Everyone subconsciously grabbed the people around them, and in almost an instant, they pulled them to a safe place.

Pan Zi, Zhang Mo and Aning were already standing in a safe place. They did not move and were not worried at all about the out-of-control vehicle.

Huo Xiuxiu looked at the motorcycle rushing towards her and felt a buzzing in her head, and was dazed for a moment.

"Miss Huo!"

Xi Liu didn't care about anything else. He quickly reached out and grabbed Huo Xiuxiu's wrist and pulled it hard. She was caught off guard and suddenly fell into his arms.

Her face was pressed against Xiliu's warm and strong body, and listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest, she couldn't help but disrupt her heartbeat.

"Miss Huo, are you okay?"

His cold and gentle voice came from above. She trembled in surprise and her ears suddenly turned red. She stretched out her hand and pushed away, breaking away from his warm embrace.

Huo Xiuxiu lowered her head, not daring to look at him at all. She suppressed her panic and said with a red face.

"It's okay, thank you for saving me."

She turned and walked straight forward, away from the crowd, walking alone at the front.

The New Year’s bell rang on time, the crackling sound of firecrackers rang out one after another, and fireworks bloomed one after another in the night sky, like thousands of blooming flowers, instantly lighting up the darkness.

Everyone on the street looked up, watching the brilliant fireworks in the night, and sending each other New Year greetings amid the sound of firecrackers.

"Happy New Year, little brother!"

"Happy New Year, Yanyan."

Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling stopped in tacit understanding. On the night street, the bright lights illuminated their faces. They stared at each other. At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.

"Happy New Year, Master San."

"Happy New Year, Xiaobai."

"Happy New Year, Cloud."

"Happy New Year to you too, Fat Brother."

"Happy New Year, Flower Lord."

"Happy New Year, blind man."

"Pan Zi, Aning, Zhang Mo, Xi Liu, happy new year."

"Happy New Year, Miss Huo."

On a snowy winter day, they strolled on the snow-covered streets with bright fireworks. When they smiled at each other, the cold world was instantly filled with warmth.

Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling returned home. She yawned and opened the bedroom door. The first thing she saw was a dice lantern on the table.

In the darkness, only this lantern is emitting bright light, and the patterns painted on the lantern are reflected on the wall, like a dream.

"Do you like it? Yanyan."

Zhang Qiling's voice sounded behind her. She turned around and threw herself into his arms with a smile.

"I like it, thank you bro."

In the silent and dark room, there is only a slowly rotating lantern for lighting. The flickering patterns of flowers and birds are reflected on the fluttering gauze curtains, covering up the charming spring scenery in the room.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, it was still bustling outside the courtyard wall, but inside the courtyard, except for the owner of the house, everyone had left and the place returned to silence.

Zhang Hanyan stood in front of the sink, turned on the faucet, and was about to brush her teeth and wash her face. Suddenly, a drop of bright red blood dripped onto the white sink.

She stood still, blood still dripping, drop by drop, gradually dyeing the water in the pool red.

The smell of blood around her was getting stronger and stronger. She was afraid of being discovered by Zhang Qiling, so she could only quickly take out a tissue, plug her bleeding nose, and clean all traces.

[Tongzi, what's going on? Why am I bleeding from the nose for no reason?]

[Host, your mission has been successfully completed. You are about to leave this world and return to your original world.]

[I won’t go back! Go tell the main system that I won’t go back. I’ve given up on returning to my original world. I can’t leave. I promised my brother that I would always stay with him.]

[Host, even if you don't want to leave this world, do you remember that you used your blood to draw the soul-returning talisman, and at the cost of burning your own life, you made Bai Ma wake up.

Also, in Miluotu's cave, you used the Heavenly Punishment Talisman to forcibly fight against the Heavenly Dao, trying to die together with the Heavenly Dao.

Host, your body is getting worse day by day and is gradually declining.

Host, the damage to your body caused by draining all your blood twice is really too great.

Even though the Zhang family members have longer lifespans than ordinary people, they may still die prematurely due to some external factors.

Host, your time is running out, so after your life ends, we will send you back as agreed. 】

After listening to the system's narration, Zhang Hanyan stared at herself in the mirror in a daze. She stood there motionless, as if she was under a spell of immobilization.

She moved her lips and smiled with a hint of self-mockery. She clenched her hands tightly to suppress the bitterness that was rising and falling in her heart.

So, how much time do I have?

[According to the host's current physical condition, at most, you still have one year left. During this year, you will become more and more sleepy, and eventually, you will fall asleep completely in the spring of next year.]

Zhang Hanyan thought of Zhang Qiling. If she was doomed to die, what about him? What would he do after she died?

She lowered her head, her fingertips trembling slightly. She tried hard to suppress her breathing, but the pain in her heart was like a sharp knife, ruthlessly cutting her heart.

Her eyes gradually became moist, and sparkling tears spread in her eyes. The tears slid down silently without making a sound.

She clenched her fists tightly as she tried hard to hold back her tears, and her slightly trembling shoulders wordlessly conveyed her sadness and pain.

"Yan Yan? Get ready to eat."

Zhang Qiling's voice sounded outside the bathroom. She took a deep breath and tried to suppress the sob in her throat.

"Come right away."

Zhang Hanyan hurriedly took off the tissue that was blocking her nose, cleaned the blood stains from the tears on her face, and rinsed the blood-stained tissue with water.

She looked at herself in the mirror carefully, and only after making sure that there was nothing unusual did she open the door and walk out.

"I'm fine. What did you buy?"

Zhang Hanyan looked at Zhang Qiling and smiled as always.

Zhang Qiling stared at her face intently. Even though she had concealed it very well, it still did not escape his eyes.

Yanyan cried, what happened to her? Why did she cry?

"They are all your favorites. Let's go and eat first."

He watched her leaving back, and the doubts in his heart grew heavier. Usually, she would hold his hand and walk together.

But today, she walked hurriedly, as if she was running away from something.

At the dinner table, both of them were silent. Such a quiet dining atmosphere was extremely rare in their time together.

Zhang Qiling's gaze kept lingering on Zhang Hanyan. He wanted to know what she was hiding from him.

"Yan Yan, why don't you speak today?"

"Hmm?" Zhang Hanyan came back to her senses, paused, and quickly found an excuse, "I haven't woken up yet."

They have been together day and night for decades, and her little thoughts have never escaped his eyes.

Zhang Qiling could tell that she was lying, but he didn't point it out directly.

He knew that with her temper, if it was something she didn't want to say, she wouldn't say a word even if you put a knife to her neck.