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

Zhang Qiling walked along the weed-lined path, pushing open the doors of the rooms where he and Zhang Hanyan had lived one by one.

But there was dust accumulation in the house, spider webs in the corners, and mottled rain marks on the walls.

The furniture and objects in the house are covered with dust, but they still look the same as they did in the past, as if they are quietly waiting for their owners to return.

"Brother, you and Han Yan lived next door to each other when you were little. It turns out you were childhood sweethearts. No wonder you have such a good relationship.

What is this? It's all solidified, it looks like some kind of ointment, man, what is this?"

Zhang Qiling turned his head and looked at Wu Xie, who was holding a small celadon bottle in his hand, with the pale yellow ointment inside already solidified.

Even after so many years, he still recognized it at a glance. This was the ointment that Zhang Hanyan had used to treat his burned fingers.

Back then, in order to practice the Hair Hill Finger technique, his index and middle fingers on his right hand were burned every day and covered with blisters.

After training every day, Zhang Hanyan would wait at his door and apply ointment to him over and over again.

He remembered that the ointment was magical. Once applied to the wound, the wound on his finger would be healed in a few moments.

He had marveled at the magic of this ointment countless times, and he wanted to ask Zhang Hanyan where this ointment came from.

He knew very well that something with such immediate effect must be extremely precious and have an unusual origin.

Later, he didn't find a suitable opportunity to ask, and the matter about the ointment was gradually forgotten by him.

Now, many years later, when he saw the ointment again, it seemed as if he could still feel the coolness of the ointment on his fingers.

There was also the warmth when Zhang Hanyan subconsciously blew gently on his fingers while applying the ointment.

"This is Han Yan's stuff. Give it to me. I want to take it away."

"okay."

Wu Xie handed the small celadon bottle in his hand to Zhang Qiling as he was told, looked at him, and carefully put the small celadon bottle into his backpack.

"Ms. Huo, you can't touch these things."

Outside the house, Xi Liu quickly reached out and grabbed Huo Xiuxiu's hand, and took her away from where the mechanism was operating.

"Ms. Huo, behind this mechanism are 100,000 crossbow arrows coated with poison. If you touch it, then...

One hundred thousand crossbow arrows will fly towards us from all directions, piercing all of us like hedgehogs."

Xi Liu stared at Huo Xiuxiu, who was still frightened, with a serious face. He didn't notice at all that his hand was still tightly holding Huo Xiuxiu's wrist.

Huo Xiuxiu came back to her senses and her eyes stayed on her wrists. Xiliu's hands were slender and clean with distinct joints. In the sunlight, they looked like crystal clear white jade.

She pursed her lips, struggled slightly, and pulled her hand away.

"Okay, I understand. I promise not to touch anything here again."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked straight towards Xie Yuchen who was standing with Hei Xia Zi. They were studying the room that was used to train to crack the mechanical formation.

Xiliu looked at her departing back, thinking of what had just happened, his brows slightly furrowed. He began to pay more attention to everything around him, not daring to let his guard down again.

"The mechanisms in the front room are relatively simple. They become more difficult as you go further back. It seems that my sister trained in these rooms."

"Yeah, I think so. Master Huaer, why don't you guess how old Hanyan was when she was training?"

Hei Xia Zi leaned against the door frame, looking at the neatly arranged wooden mechanism array in the room. He leisurely appreciated the expression on Jie Yuchen's face, his brows moving slightly.

“When I was three, when I was eight, my sister told me stories about her childhood in order to comfort me.

She said that the place where she grew up was colder and crueler than my Jie family, and that one wrong step could result in death.

She said that she worked hard for a long time before her master noticed her and she started learning how to crack the mechanical formations at the age of three.

She said, let me also work hard to grow, all the difficulties and obstacles that seem insurmountable now, as long as I can overcome them.

When I look back, I will find that the gaps that blocked my progress were nothing more than this.”

Hei Xia Zi listened to Xie Yuchen's story about the past. He saw a hint of nostalgia for the past and a faint smile in Xie Yuchen's eyes.

"Okay, now I finally understand why you always get angry with the mute because of Han Yan.

Now think about it, if I could meet someone who came to me just to give me a hand during the darkest moment of my life, I would definitely be willing to sacrifice my life for that person.”

Upon hearing this, Xie Yuchen glanced at Hei Xia Zi lightly, looked Hei Xia Zi up and down, and then spoke slowly.

"Unfortunately, you didn't. I'm lucky to have met my own noble person."

Hei Xia Zi looked at his smile that was obvious on his face and just smiled faintly without saying anything in rebuttal.

In the distance, Aning, Pan Zi and Bai Haotian took a rough look at the layout of the courtyard. During the whole process, they did not touch anything.

Aning and Pan Zi are both people who have entered the Zhang family ancient building. To this day, they have not forgotten the horror of the Zhang family ancient building.

Inside the house, Zhang Qiling looked around and took away many of Zhang Hanyan's childhood things, including the two little clay figurines that Zhang Yecheng had bought for them at the market.

"Brother, is this clay figure of you and Han Yan? Why does it look nothing like you?"

"Tian Zhen, you have so many questions every day. These two clay figures are obviously the little brother and Han Yan when they were young. How could they be similar to him now?"

Fatty searched the house and returned to Zhang Qiling and Wu Xie. He looked at the sky outside and saw that the sun was gradually setting.

"Brother, where is the method you mentioned to cure Han Yan?"

Zhang Qiling put the little clay figurine away and looked towards the bend in the courtyard wall. In front of him was the road leading to the Elders' House and the Patriarch's Courtyard.

"Let's go to the Elders' House first. If it's not there, then it must be in the Patriarch's courtyard."

"Okay, let's go then."

The fat man urged softly, Zhang Qiling nodded, closed the door and the gate outside the courtyard, and walked towards the Elders' House together.

Xi Liu looked at the direction Zhang Qiling was heading. The Elders' Court was where he grew up and where he had stayed for nearly twenty years.

He spent the first ten years of his life being scolded, criticized, beaten and scolded by the Great Elder, and the next few years were spent with the Third Elder.

The third elder had never beaten or scolded him, never said a harsh word to him, and had saved his life from the first elder several times.

It can be said that during the decades that Xiliu spent in the Zhang family, only the years he spent with the Third Elder were the most leisurely and comfortable days for him.

While Xi Liu was frowning in deep thought, Zhang Qiling had already brought everyone to the gate of the Elders' Council.

The door of the Elders' House was not closed, or rather, the door of the Elders' House had never been closed.

In the Zhang family, no one is brave enough to step into the Elders' Council without being summoned by the elders.