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

Bai Haotian looked at the dark entrance of the cave and subconsciously grabbed Wu Xie's arm.

"Xiaobai, it's okay, the brothers are all here."

"Oh well."

She agreed verbally, but had no intention of letting go. Wu Xie struggled a few times, but she held on too tightly and he couldn't get free.

Wu Xie thought she was too scared, so he just let her pull his sleeve and stopped struggling.

Little did he know that after he stopped struggling, Bai Haotian, with his head lowered, raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a smug smile.

Huo Xiuxiu has sharp eyes. When she saw that smile, her eyes turned and she immediately understood Bai Haotian's little thoughts.

She smiled slightly and immediately whispered the news to Aning next to her.

After hearing what she said, Aning looked at Wu Xie and Bai Haotian, frowned and smiled, which made Wu Xie look puzzled, not knowing what she was laughing at.

"Chief, this is the entrance to the dungeon, please follow me."

Zhang Qian'an took out a piece of candle and lit it to use for lighting. He led Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie and the others down the stairs and went deeper into the dungeon.

The dungeon was pitch dark. Apart from the burning candle in Zhang Qian'an's hand, there was almost no light source. There was not a single window on the wall of the dungeon for ventilation and light.

Wu Xie and his companions looked around and were almost certain that if a person was imprisoned in such a dark place for so long, he would have gone crazy even if he didn't die.

Zhang Qiling followed Zhang Qian'an's footsteps and stopped at the end of the dungeon. He followed Zhang Qian'an's line of sight and looked towards the cell on the right.

In the cell, long and thick chains locked the man's neck, hands and feet, and passed through his shoulder blades on both sides, making him unable to move at all.

The long hair covered the man's face. In the dim environment, Zhang Qiling couldn't see clearly who was in front of him.

"Who is he?"

"Zhang Jin, the clan leader's former master, betrayed the Zhang family back then, so the elders imprisoned him here and tortured him every day, hoping that he would reveal the person behind the scenes.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jin kept his mouth shut. From the time the patriarch was three years old until he was fifteen years old, he didn't say anything.

The strange thing is that he suddenly went crazy the night before the Patriarch and the Saint left for Germany, and he kept talking nonsense all day long."

Zhang Qiling glanced at the cell door where Zhang Jin was imprisoned. The door was not locked. Even if the door was wide open, Zhang Jin had no ability to escape.

He took the candle from Zhang Qian'an's hand, pushed open the cell door, walked step by step to Zhang Jin, squatted down and looked at him straight.

Many years later, when he saw Zhang Jin again, he couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in. Sad? It seemed that he wasn't? Angry? It seemed that he wasn't either.

Outside the cell, everyone was staring at Zhang Qiling and Zhang Jin. They approached the cell, wanting to listen to the Zhang family's secret.

Zhang Qian'an glanced at them and didn't say much. He knew very well that the outsider who could enter the Zhang family with Zhang Qiling must be someone he trusted very much.

In the cell, Zhang Qiling hesitated for a long time before finally speaking.

"Have you ever regretted it over the years?"

He waited for a while before Zhang Jin, in a daze, pushed aside the hair that was covering his face and looked up at Zhang Qiling.

He looked at his only disciple whom he was once proud of, and looked at Zhang Qiling who had now grown up.

His eyebrows and eyes vaguely showed the shadow of his childhood. Zhang Jin was silent for a moment and asked uncertainly.

"Qiling? It's you, isn't it?"

Under his expectant and earnest gaze, Zhang Qiling nodded imperceptibly. Even though his movement was slight, Zhang Jin still saw him nodding.

In an instant, a look of joy and smile appeared on his face.

"Qi Ling, Master was the one who let you down back then. Master apologized to you, and that girl said that you are now the patriarch of the Zhang family, is that right?

Qi Ling, for the sake of our past as master and disciple, can you let them release Master? "

Zhang Qiling didn't take Zhang Jin's words to heart. What happened in the past was a long time ago and he had already let it go.

And even though Zhang Jin was once his master, he should be punished for betraying the Zhang family.

But the girl mentioned by Zhang Jin caught Zhang Qiling's attention.

"Who is the girl you are talking about?"

Zhang Qiling's voice sounded a little anxious. He keenly felt that the girl Zhang Jin was talking about was Zhang Hanyan.

“I didn’t know who she was. I just remember that she was wearing a bright red dress. That night, she came into the dungeon and said something to me.

She said that you have become the new patriarch of the Zhang family. She said that she knew that I was helping the Wang family and betraying the Zhang family.

She also said that she would not kill me. She wanted me to spend the rest of my life in this dark and dirty dungeon. She also wanted me to live in sober pain every day.

She said that only in this way could she repay you for the suffering you had endured in those three years...

Qi Ling, I have suffered enough over the years, and I have endured enough hardship. Can you please show mercy and let me go, okay?"

Zhang Jin begged humbly. Years of suffering and torture had worn away his arrogance and turned him into a begging man.

Xie Yuchen, Hei Xiazi and all the others were lying on the wood of the cell, listening attentively to the conversation inside the cell.

Zhang Qiling dodged Zhang Jin's hand that tried to grab his sleeve, slowly stood up, and looked down at Zhang Jin, who had a face full of regret.

"So, what did Han Yan do to you to make you surrender?"

His voice was clear and cold, and apart from being slightly hoarse, there was no ups and downs in it, and no change of emotion could be heard.

"Han Yan? So, that damn girl's name is Han Yan?"

The three words "dead girl" instantly made Zhang Qiling's face as cold as ice, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

“I don’t know what method she used. Since she left the dungeon, I have been clear-headed during the day, just like a normal person.

But every night, I would fall into the same illusion. In this illusion, I did not betray you. After you became the patriarch, my status in the Zhang family rose rapidly and I was surrounded by thousands of people.

But as soon as daytime comes, those beautiful illusions will disappear completely, and what awaits me is only a dark dungeon and long days of imprisonment.

I have lived this kind of life for decades, and I have had enough! When I get out, I will definitely settle the score with that damn girl!

I’m going to kill her, I must kill her! Hahaha…kill her, kill her…”

Huo Xiuxiu looked at Zhang Jin who was gradually falling into madness, then turned to look at Xie Yuchen.

"Brother Xiaohua, why are his symptoms so similar to the Dream Cream that Sister Hanyan gave Huo Wang?"

"It should be the same thing. My sister wants to use beautiful illusions and cruel reality to torture him and avenge that mute."

After Xie Yuchen finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Qiling who had been standing still and couldn't help but sneer.

"I do feel sorry for him and don't want him to suffer any injustice, but what about him? What has he done for me? Now, I am almost dying for him."

When Zhang Qiling heard Jie Yuchen's words, his body paused slightly. He thought of Zhang Hanyan. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he really had not done anything for her in all these years.

On the contrary, if it weren't for Zhang Hanyan, he would definitely be alone, staying behind the huge bronze door, guarding the door for ten years.