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

In the dim dungeon, Zhang Jin, who had suffered years of torture, had completely lost his mind and kept cursing Zhang Hanyan who had tortured him for many years.

It was not until the cold black-gold ancient knife was pressed against his neck that he slowly stopped and looked up at Zhang Qiling in disbelief.

"Qi Ling? What do you mean? You want to kill me? I am your master! A master is a father. Are you going to kill your father?"

Facing his questioning, Zhang Qiling remained indifferent, and there was not the slightest tremor in his calm eyes, as if he did not take him seriously at all.

"My master is Zhang Yecheng. He raised me, taught me martial arts, loved me, protected me, and loved me. But you are just a traitor who betrayed the Zhang family for your own benefit.

Originally, I didn't intend to kill you, but you just cursed Han Yan, so, you... deserve to die!"

As soon as Zhang Qiling finished speaking, the sharp blade swung and cut the throbbing blood vessels in Zhang Jin's neck.

Bright red blood spurted out, splashed on the wall, meandered down, and dripped drop by drop onto the withered straw.

The smell of Qilin's blood drifted in the dungeon, and all the snakes, insects, rats and ants hiding in the dungeon fled in all directions and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Wu Xie and Fatty looked at the fleeing rats, bugs, and even the hibernating snakes which were scared away.

"It's such a waste of so much Qilin blood, little brother, next time before you take action, can you please say hello first?

Fatty, I'll get a bottle to catch it and take it home to keep mosquitoes away. Wouldn't that save money on mosquito coils? Day by day, if you don't manage the household, you don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are."

The fat man's voice echoed in the empty dungeon, but no one responded to him. Everyone's eyes were focused on the dead Zhang Jin.

Zhang Jin's eyes were staring intently, as if expressing his unwillingness and resentment.

Zhang Qian'an looked at the dead Zhang Jin, and a relaxed smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. When he thought of Zhang Sui'an who was far away in Germany, his smile deepened.

Brother, Zhang Jin is dead. I will be reunited with you soon. Wait for me.

Zhang Qiling sheathed his sword, without even looking at Zhang Jin who was lying on the ground, he turned around and walked out of the dim dungeon.

"Chief, Zhang Jin is dead. My mission is complete. Next, I will go to Germany. Does the chief have anything to say to the elders?"

He looked at Zhang Qian'an who was respectful. Although there was no expression on his face, he could still feel that Zhang Qian'an was very happy now.

"No, you go."

"Yes, take care, Patriarch."

After getting permission, Zhang Qian'an turned around and left without hesitation. When he passed by Xiliu, he grinned at him happily.

"Xiao Xiliu, I haven't seen you for many years. You look even prettier now, even prettier than when you were a child."

He was about to leave after he finished speaking, but Xiliu reached out and grabbed him.

"Who are you? I have always had a good memory, and I don't remember having any encounter with you."

Zhang Qian'an looked at Xi Liu who was alert, then turned around and stared at him. His face was no longer cold and there was a smile in his eyes.

"When you were tortured by the Great Elder as a child, where did the cakes, snacks, steamed buns, and ointments that appeared from time to time in the room come from?"

His words opened up Xiliu's dusty memories. During those countless days and nights of torture, when he pushed the door open and returned to his room, he would always see something on the table that did not belong to him.

Some things that he really needed at that time but could not get.

"So... it's you?"

Xi Liu looked at Zhang Qian'an in shock. Zhang Qian'an, who had a cold expression on his face just now, seemed to have suddenly become a different person, smiling playfully.

"Of course. Otherwise, do you think those things were given to you by some beautiful fairy lady? I'm leaving now. We'll talk later. Bye."

Zhang Qian'an broke free from Xiliu's hand, waved at him with a smile, and his figure leaped and flew on the roof, disappearing from their sight in the blink of an eye.

Xiliu looked at his back as he left in a graceful manner, and thought of the things Zhang Qian'an had given him, and smiled.

"Thank you."

He murmured softly, his clear voice drifting away with the wind.

Huo Xiuxiu glanced at Xiliu casually. She was standing very close to Xiliu, and she heard every word of the conversation between Xiliu and Zhang Qian'an.

She never expected that Xiliu, who was now as graceful as the breeze and bright moon, had been tortured every day when she was a child.

Today, he is still as gentle as before, with a smile on his face all day long, and there is no trace of torture or abuse on his face.

When she thought of this, she lowered her head and frowned, a hint of heartache flashing across her eyes.

"Okay, everyone who should leave has left. Let's look around to see if there are any clues in these houses that can help save Han Yan."

Just as the fat man was about to step onto the stairs, Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand to stop him from moving forward.

"Wait a moment, I will first stop the mechanical formations in the Elders' Council."

Zhang Qiling walked to the ginkgo tree, used his two surprisingly long fingers to open the mechanism outside, and stopped the mechanisms that were constantly running inside the trunk one by one.

"Okay, everyone, split up and look for it, and meet up here later."

"Okay, Xiaobai, you come with me."

"Okay, Third Master."

Wu Xie and Bai Haotian entered the fourth elder’s room. They turned on the flashlights they carried with them and began to search inside.

"Hua Er Ye, let's go?"

Xie Yuchen glanced at Hei Xia Zi indifferently, and entered the third elder's room with him. Xie Yuchen searched very carefully and did not miss anything with written records.

"Xiu Xiu, shall we go together?"

"Okay, Sister Aning."

Huo Xiuxiu and Aning walked side by side into the room of the fifth elder.

Fatty and Pan Zi looked at all the people who had left together, and when they looked at each other, they sighed resignedly at the same time.

"Pan Zi, it seems like we should go together. Let's go."

"Okay, fat man."

Pan Zi and Fatty walked forward arm in arm and entered the Sixth Elder's room.

Xi Liu and Zhang Mo looked at each other, pushed open the door of the second elder's room together, walked in, and looked for useful clues.

Zhang Qiling searched around in the Great Elder's room. The Great Elder had been in charge of the Zhang family for many years. There were many valuable things in his room, but none of them were what Zhang Qiling wanted.

Everyone was looking for what they wanted in the room they entered. Finally, Xiliu found a book marked with the Qilin totem in a secret compartment in the second elder's room.

Xi Liu quickly flipped through the book but did not find any useful clues.

He looked at the secret box where the book was found. He believed that something that could be placed so secretly by the Second Elder could not be just a simple book.

"Zhang Mo, you go ahead and look for it. I'll go outside to a brightly lit place and take a look at this thing."

"Okay, go ahead."

Xi Liu walked out of the room with the book. As soon as he came out, he ran into Wu Xie who got nothing.