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

Zhang Mo was lying on a tattered wooden bed with wounds all over his body. Heavy snow was falling outside the window, and the broken doors and windows could not block the cold wind and snow at all.

The quilt on the bed and the clothes on his body were too thin, and he was shivering with cold.

He gritted his teeth, endured the burning pain in his body, stood up and sat against the cold wall.

He looked at the closed door. After a moment, Zhang Hanyan, dressed in a gray summer dress, pushed the door open and walked in.

"Brother Zhang Mo, this is half of the steamed bun I saved from dinner. I'll give it to you."

Zhang Hanyan's hands were shaking as she handed over half a steamed bun tremblingly. Her watery eyes looked at Zhang Mo steadily, and a smile gradually grew on her lips.

Her clothes were obviously too short, with half of her arms exposed. The alternating scars, both old and new, on her snow-white skin were shocking.

Zhang Mo looked at the little Zhang Hanyan in front of him, and tears filled his eyes unconsciously. A drop of crystal tear silently sank into his lapel.

"Thank you, Hanyan."

He reached out to take the steamed bun, swallowing it mouthful by mouthful with difficulty. Every tiny movement he made pulled at the wound on his body that was so deep that the bone was visible.

At this moment, he felt that the half piece of cold steamed bun in his hand was a thousand times more delicious than any delicacy in the world.

"Brother Zhang Mo, you eat first. I will bring you food every day until you get better, okay?"

"Okay, thank you, Hanyan."

"You're welcome. If it weren't for Brother Zhang Mo taking care of me before, I would have died a long time ago."

When Zhang Hanyan saw that he agreed, her brows and eyes immediately relaxed and she smiled happily.

"Then I'll leave today. Bye."

Zhang Mo smiled and waved to her, watching her leave. He was a member of the Zhang family, and he knew clearly that everything before his eyes was an illusion created by the bronze bell.

But he just couldn't bear to break this illusion, he couldn't bear to give up the only light in his youth, even if it was extremely difficult and painful, he couldn't bear to give up.

From that day on, every night when it was dark, Zhang Hanyan would come to him with all kinds of food until he was able to get out of bed and walk.

"Wow, Brother Zhang Mo, you can walk now. I won't come tomorrow. You can go to the cafeteria to eat by yourself, okay?"

Zhang Hanyan tilted her head and chuckled. She sat down on the bench carefully. The wound on her thigh was too painful, so she didn't dare to use too much force for fear of pressing on the wound.

"Okay, it's late. You should go back first. I'll go to the canteen tomorrow and save some delicious food for you."

"Okay, then Brother Zhang Mo, goodbye."

She stood up with the help of the table, waved with a smile, and slowly walked out of Zhang Mo's house. Her small figure was swallowed up by the wind and snow.

"Goodbye, Hanyan."

Zhang Mo looked at the gradually disappearing little figure, his eyes full of reluctance and longing. He slowly closed his eyes, a tear fell, and he returned to the library.

He sat up, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stood up and walked to Xiliu, lowered his head and remained silent.

Xiliu glanced at him indifferently and said nothing. If she had anything to say, there was no need to say more, as everything was self-explanatory.

Huo Xiuxiu was waiting silently by the lake in Banai, Guangxi. She was waiting for Wu Xie to enter the Zhang family's ancient building and bring out Huo Xiangu.

She waited for a long time, the sun rose and the moon set, and she herself couldn't remember how many days it had been.

"Miss, Wu Xie and the others are out. They are in their own tent. Jie Dangjia... Hey, Miss! Miss!"

Before Huo could finish his words, Huo Xiuxiu had already rushed towards Wu Xie's tent. She ran into the tent and saw only Wu Xie, Fatty, and Zhang Qiling lying unconscious on the bed.

There was neither Xie Yuchen nor Huo Xiangu by their side.

"Brother Wu Xie, where are my grandma and brother Xiaohua?"

Wu Xie and Fatty looked at each other, and under Huo Xiuxiu's expectant gaze, he picked up the backpack placed beside the bed, unzipped it, and slowly took out a cloth bag.

"Xiu Xiu, I'm sorry, when we went in, your grandma had been dead for a long time, and her body was already stiff.

There was no way we could get her body out in that condition, so...see for yourself."

Wu Xie couldn't say the rest of the words. He handed over the cloth bag in his hand and watched Huo Xiuxiu take it with trembling hands, open it, and scream.

"what!!!"

Huo Xiuxiu fell to the ground and watched Huo Xiangu's head rolling to the ground, covered with dust. Huo Xiangu had her eyes closed and her face was pale, looking peaceful and serene.

"Grandma, grandma..."

She knelt and crawled beside Huo Xiangu's head, holding the cold head in her hands, and cried until she collapsed and fainted.

Wu Xie and Fatty helped Huo Xiuxiu up and notified the Huo family to bring her head and Huo Xiangu's head back to Beijing.

"grandmother!"

Huo Xiuxiu screamed and woke up from the illusion. Xie Yuchen saw that she was frightened and tearful, so he quickly put down the book in his hand and ran to her side.

"Xiu Xiu, what's wrong? It's okay. What you just saw was an illusion created by the bronze bell. It's all fake. It's okay."

Xie Yuchen comforted the trembling Huo Xiuxiu with soft voices, helping her to gradually get out of the nightmare.

"Brother Xiaohua, I saw my grandmother. She died in the Zhang family's ancient building. Brother Wu Xie cut off her head and brought it out to me."

"It's okay, just wake up. The reality is, your grandma didn't die in the Zhang Family Ancient Building, right? After the Zhang Family Ancient Building, she lived for a long time, do you remember?"

Huo Xiuxiu stopped sobbing and slowly calmed her panicked mind, allowing Xie Yuchen to help her up and sit next to Aning.

While Xie Yuchen was comforting Huo Xiuxiu, Fatty and Black Blind also saw through the illusion and woke up one after another.

Hei Xia Zi thought back to the jade coffin at the end of the Meteorite Jade Mountain Range. What he had done many years ago now emerged in his mind with great clarity.

"Ah, that was all an illusion? How come the effect of this bronze bell is almost the same as that of a poisonous mushroom? Fortunately, Yuncai is still alive, otherwise, wouldn't it be like trying to kill me, Fatty?"

Fatty and Pan Zi sat together, discussing in low voices everything they had encountered in the illusion, without noticing Hei Xia Zi's increasingly ugly expression.

Xie Yuchen noticed that something was wrong with Hei Xia Zi, so he walked over, gently pushed him, and asked in confusion.

"What's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost. What did you experience in the illusion? Tell me about it."

Hei Xia Zi remained silent and rarely responded to Xie Yuchen immediately.

"Blind man, I'm talking to you. What on earth did you encounter in that illusion that scared you like this?"

No matter how Xie Yuchen asked, Hei Xia Zi remained silent, maintaining the attitude that silence is golden throughout.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Xie Yuchen didn't want to ask any more questions, so he just left him and sat aside, looking at Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie, and Bai Haotian who had not woken up yet.