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

Aning leaned against the bookshelf. While waiting for everyone to wake up, she repeatedly recalled every subtle difference between reality and fantasy.

In the end, she discovered that except for the variable Zhang Hanyan, there was no difference at all between reality and the fantasy.

She remembered what Zhang Hanyan had said to her in the underwater tomb in the Xisha Islands, and she lowered her head and muttered to herself.

"It turns out that you really knew that I would die a long time ago."

Xie Yuchen ignored Aning. He put down his backpack and walked around the library casually, picking up some dusty ancient books and slowly flipping through them.

As he was looking through the books, he discovered that the Zhang family had occupied a very important position in the thousands of years of history from ancient times to the present.

The Zhang family appears in almost every dynasty throughout history. What they say and do in many important events ultimately plays a very important and decisive role.

It can even be said that the Zhang family is subtly changing the course of history.

Based on the descriptions and records in the books, Xie Yuchen believes that the Zhang family seems to be a mechanism of intervention by God in history.

He read more books, and what he saw further confirmed his conjecture.

Pan Zi was trapped in the stone wall, covered in blood. He saw Wu Xie standing on a single-plank bridge in front of him, puzzled by the bronze bells around him.

Behind Wu Xie, poisonous fog was spreading and it seemed to be approaching him.

Pan Zi knew the power of the poisonous fog, and he also knew the power of the bronze bells.

"Little Third Master."

"Pan Zi, why are you here? Where are you? Why can't I see you?"

Pan Zi looked at Wu Xie who was anxiously looking for him and smiled. Wu Xie raised his flashlight and shone it, and saw that Pan Zi's body had melted into the rock layer of the stone wall and turned into a human silhouette.

"Wait for me, I'll come over and help you break it open and get you out."

"Don't come over here, Master San. Give me the gun on your back. Also, give me a cigarette."

Wu Xie pondered for a moment, then took off the gun from his back as he was told and threw it to Pan Zi, and then threw him a cigarette.

"Master San, can't you just light the cigarette and throw it to me? Never mind, let's just leave it at that."

Pan Zi used all his strength to pick up the gun that had fallen beside him, raised it with trembling hands, tried his best to steady the gun, and aimed at a bronze bell next to Wu Xie.

Bang—after a gunshot, a bronze bell shattered.

A few more gunshots were heard, and a few more bronze bells were broken, and a passable path appeared in front of Wu Xie.

"Young Master San, hurry up."

After he finished speaking, his hands fell limply, and the gun in his hands fell to the ground.

"Little Third Master, I will escort you one last time. I am going to find the Third Master. Little Third Master, you go forward bravely. Go forward and don't look back."

Wu Xie walked forward with tears in his eyes as Pan Zi sang. After he walked across the single-plank bridge, he heard a gunshot, and Pan Zi's voice disappeared and could never be heard again.

Pan Zi smiled and closed his eyes. In a trance, he seemed to be back in sunny Hangzhou, sitting opposite Wu Sansheng and drinking with him.

In the library, Pan Zi woke up with his eyes open. He rubbed his aching head and thought of everything in the illusion. He still felt a lingering fear.

He looked around, and his friends and familiar environment brought him back to reality.

"You're awake. Come and sit down. If you have anything to say, we can talk about it together when everyone wakes up."

Xie Yuchen held a yellowed ancient book in his hand, pointed at the food and water placed next to Aning, and signaled him to take it at will.

Pan Zi got up and walked to Aning's side and sat down. He picked up a bottle of book and gulped down most of it.

In the illusion, Xi Liu was kneeling on the bluestone slab of the Elders' Council, with whip marks all over his body and blood dripping.

Xiliu looked up at the closed door of the Great Elder's room. Without getting the Great Elder's permission, she stood up decisively and walked towards the Third Elder's room.

"Xi Liu? Why did the boss let you get up so soon today?"

"The Great Elder did not allow me to get up, so I came to the Third Elder to ask him to save me and leave the Great Elder's lair.

If the Third Elder agrees, I promise to serve him faithfully in the future, and help him find the whereabouts of the Second Elder."

Xi Liu looked at the Third Elder steadily. He knew very well where the Second Elder was, but that was the biggest bargaining chip in his hand, so he couldn't say it now.

What's more, the second elder is more sinister and vicious than the first elder. If he exposes the second elder's plan without authorization, he will die a more miserable death.

The third elder stared at Xiliu, whose white clothes were stained with blood. The unconcealed scrutiny in his eyes did not make Xiliu feel the slightest bit of fear.

Xi Liu looked directly into the Third Elder's eyes without fear and let him look at her.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time, and just when Xi Liu felt there was no hope, the third elder suddenly smiled.

"You are not bad. In that case, you should follow me from now on. I will tell the boss about your situation. You go back and treat your wound."

"Yes, thank you, Third Elder."

Xi Liu bowed and stepped back, then turned to leave. The third elder looked at his back with a smile on his face.

"At such a young age, he doesn't show his emotions on his face. He is a good candidate."

Xiliu limped back to her room. On the table, there was brand new ointment and some pastries and food.

He picked up the ointment and smiled. From the moment he opened his eyes, he knew that all this was an illusion created by the bronze bell.

The reason why he didn't choose to leave the illusion immediately was because he wanted to see someone before leaving.

Xiliu clenched the porcelain bottle in her hand, looked at the high roof outside the house, and called out softly.

"Zhang Qian."

Zhang Qian'an, who was hiding behind the roof, slipped and almost fell down. He looked at Xi Liu who was standing at the door in shock, not understanding how Xi Liu found him.

The fact that he had gone through layers of selection at the Zhang family and finally entered the Council of Elders to become a guard was enough to prove that he was top-notch in every aspect.

He really couldn't understand how he could be discovered by that little brat Xiliu, and how Xiliu even knew his name.

Zhang Qian'an jumped up and landed lightly in front of Xiliu.

"How do you know my name?"

"You said it yourself, but... not now. Thank you for taking care of me for so long. I will definitely repay you when we meet again in the future."

Xiliu smiled, turned and walked into the house, took off her dirty clothes, treated her wounds, and then put on clean clothes.

He walked back to the table, picked up the pastries on the table, and ate them slowly.

Zhang Qian'an, who was standing at the door, saw his every move. He thought for a long time, but couldn't remember when he had told Xi Liu his name.

Zhang Qian'an frowned and turned away, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Xiliu's sight.

A faint smile appeared on Xiliu's lips. He looked at all the arrangements and furnishings in the room and sighed softly.

"You want to use the pain I've experienced to trap me? You're underestimating me."

Xi Liu saw through the illusion, and naturally the illusion could no longer trap him. He opened his eyes and woke up, looking indifferently at Zhang Mo beside him.

He didn't even have to guess to know what Zhang Mo would experience in the illusion.