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

Wu Xie and the others all kept their eyes on Zhang Qiling. They watched him walk up the high steps step by step, take out the key placed in the dark, and open the chain hanging on the door.

The heavy chain fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Zhang Qiling placed his hand on the dusty door and with just a little force, the door that had been closed for many years was opened again by its owner.

Behind the gate, the bluestone-paved corridor was piled with fallen leaves, and the lanterns hanging on both sides of the corridor were dilapidated and swayed slightly in the wind.

He and Zhang Hanyan had walked along this long corridor countless times when they were young.

In a trance, he seemed to see the young Zhang Hanyan in a graceful red dress at the end of the corridor, running towards him with a smile.

"Yanyan..."

"Chief, let's go in."

Xiliu's voice suddenly rang out, and he quickly came back to his senses. The scene and objects in front of him were still dilapidated. At the end of the corridor, there was no figure or smile of Zhang Hanyan.

Zhang Qiling lowered his head and frowned, hiding the loss and helplessness in his eyes, and said in a deep voice.

"Let's go. The Zhang family is full of traps. After you go in, don't touch anything inside.

Even if it looks like just an inconspicuous brick, it could cost you your life, Xiliu, keep an eye on them."

"Yes, patriarch."

Zhang Qiling took a deep breath, stepped over the high threshold, and was the first to walk into the Zhang family, which he had not visited for many years.

"Come on, blind man, let's go and see how powerful the Zhang family is."

"Yes, Master Huaer."

Hei Xia Zi chuckled and followed Xie Yuchen into the real Zhang family, the Northeast Zhang family.

"Tian Zhen, don't be too eager when you go in. Now I'm alone. Without Han Yan, our safety cannot be 100% guaranteed."

Fatty glanced at Wu Xie beside him. Wu Xie looked inexplicably excited. Fatty thought of the troubles he had gotten into in the past and gave him a warning with concern.

"Got it Fatty, you're so long-winded. Panzi, Aning, Xiuxiu, can you please help me look after Xiaobai?"

Wu Xie forced himself to suppress his excitement. He looked at Bai Haotian beside him, and when he thought about how dangerous the Zhang family was, a trace of worry appeared on his face.

"Okay, Brother Wu Xie."

"Don't worry, Third Master. With me, Pan Zi, here, I will never let anything go wrong with your fiancée. After all, I'm still waiting to take care of your children."

"Well, I will also take good care of Xiaobai, don't worry."

Huo Xiuxiu, Fatty, and Aning all made solemn promises. Xiliu's eyes swept over them with a faint smile on her lips.

Everyone walked into the Zhang family's gate one after another. Xi Liu and Zhang Mo followed closely behind them, paying attention to their every move at all times to prevent any accidents.

Their feet stepped on the piled up fallen leaves, making a rustling sound, which sounded particularly loud in this quiet environment.

Every time Zhang Qiling passed by a mechanism, he would check the mechanism inside to see if it was operating normally.

Everything he did now was exactly the same as what Zhang Hanyan did every day back then.

He discovered that even though these hidden mechanisms had not been properly repaired and maintained for many years, 80% of them were still functioning normally.

Wu Xie, Jie Yuchen and the others watched Zhang Qiling's movements and were shocked when they thought of every place he stopped along the way.

All of the mechanisms of the Zhang family are hidden. A piece of blue brick, a statue, a lamppost... Behind each seemingly inconspicuous existence, there is a deadly mechanism hidden.

"Oh my god, how naive! What on earth are these Zhang family members thinking? They hid this thing, their own stuff, so well."

"Yes, these traps are deadly. Aren't they afraid of hurting their own people?"

Everyone looked at Xi Liu in confusion. They no longer counted on Zhang Qiling and the others, and only hoped that Xi Liu, who was also a member of the Zhang family, could answer their questions.

Xiliu looked at Zhang Qiling who was standing at the door of the orphanage. The door of the orphanage was already shaky and made an unpleasant creaking sound when the wind blew through it.

“The Zhang family is on high alert, so the situation you described is basically impossible to happen.

Even if someone from the Zhang family really died under these mechanical formations, in the eyes of the Zhang family, it was because he was not good enough in skills and he deserved to die."

The cold wind was howling all around, and the cool and gentle sounds of the willows in the stream drifted away with the wind, sounding a little ethereal.

Wu Xie, Fatty, and Bai Haotian all shuddered subconsciously after listening to Xi Liu's story. They only knew that the Zhang family was powerful, but they didn't know that they were also so ruthless.

They can be ruthless even to their own people.

There was nothing unusual on the faces of Xie Yuchen, Hei Xiazi, Huo Xiuxiu, Aning and Pan Zi. They had seen much more cruel things, so these things seemed commonplace to them.

Zhang Mo stared at the empty orphanage. He had spent more than ten years in this gray courtyard.

Those were the bleakest and darkest decades of his life. At one point, he was seriously injured and nearly died.

If it weren't for the young Zhang Hanyan who gave him half a steamed bun, he would probably have been buried in the earth and dead by now.

Memories of the past emerged in his mind, and he seemed to see the little girl who was dressed in rags and covered with scars.

In the darkness, she pushed the door open tremblingly, took out half a steamed bun from her arms with shaking hands, and handed it to him with a smile.

Xi Liu saw him staring at the orphanage in a daze and knew that he must be thinking about what happened in the past.

He reached out and pushed Zhang Mo, pulling Zhang Mo out of his memories of the past.

Zhang Mo turned his head to look at him, and smiled calmly in the face of his worried gaze.

"I'm fine, I just remembered some past events."

Amid the murmurs of the crowd, they noticed that Zhang Qiling had taken another step forward.

"The young man has left, everyone hurry up and follow him."

Wu Xie called out softly, and everyone stopped talking instantly and followed Zhang Qiling slowly.

Zhang Qiling walked along the corridor, crossed the path, and stopped at the entrance of a small courtyard. The door of the courtyard was closed and the black wooden door was already mottled.

"Brother, where is this?"

Wu Xie looked at the wooden door in front of him. It was a very ordinary door without any carvings or decorations on it.

"The place where Hanyan and I lived when we were little."

After Zhang Qiling finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and stroked the rusty door knocker with his slender fingers. He grabbed the door knocker and pushed it hard. The door opened and the dust on the door fell down.

In the courtyard, the tall and straight ginkgo trees are lush and green, with flourishing branches and leaves. Under the trees, wild grass sways in the wind, and bursts of insect chirping can be heard from the roots of the grass, which is pleasant to the ears.

On the bluestone paved ground, moss grew in the damp cracks between the bricks, and entwined vines spread everywhere. The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, creating a bleak scene.

In the corner of the courtyard wall, the red plum tree that used to bloom every winter has completely died. The dead branches of the red plum tree are broken and fall to the ground in twos and threes.