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

Zhang Qiling straightened his back and sat upright, his gaze lingering on each person's face one by one.

Under the gazes and curious looks of the crowd, he opened his thin lips and told them everything he knew.

"Yanyan really knew everything in advance. When she was three years old, she came here, met me, and grew up with me.

In my fantasy, I went to the orphanage to wait for her, but she didn't come. I knew that everything that was supposed to happen was not about her, and her existence was a variable."

"My sister came here when she was three years old. That means she really isn't from this world. So, when she was three years old, she already knew the ending of everyone?"

Xie Yuchen asked in disbelief, and Zhang Qiling nodded, silently confirming his statement.

The others looked at Zhang Qiling's actions, their faces all filled with shock. They had never imagined that the outcome of all this had been determined from so early on.

Zhang Mo frowned. He recalled the changes that had taken place in Zhang Hanyan, and combined with what Zhang Qiling said, he slowly understood.

He was originally wondering why Zhang Hanyan seemed to have forgotten everything between them since she left the orphanage.

She would no longer affectionately call him Brother Zhang Mo, and the look she gave him was polite yet distant.

It turns out that Han Yan is no longer Han Yan. The current Han Yan is not my Han Yan, but the clan leader’s Han Yan, the Han Yan who comes only for the clan leader.

Zhang Mo thought of his childhood, and the countless snowy nights when Zhang Hanyan braved the wind and snow to bring him food, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"Brother, keep talking. What did Han Yan do afterwards?"

Wu Xie's face was full of impatience. He knew very well that the only truth that could explain the illusion and reality was right in front of him.

"Later, I and many other orphans from the Zhang family were captured and taken to the ancient city of Sizhou. The Zhang family wanted the Qilin blood in our bodies to drive away the leeches that had entered the mud pond in the ancient city.

They wanted to find the bronze bell that belonged to the clan leader and was left in the ancient city of Sizhou. When the bronze bell rang, I was bewitched by the sound and killed many people. "

Zhang Qiling paused and looked at Zhang Mo beside him, a hint of apology flashing across his eyes.

"My master rushed to the ancient city of Sizhou and tried to save me. I lost my mind and almost killed him. It was Yanyan who arrived in time to prevent this from happening.

In everything that was supposed to happen, my master was killed by my own hands and buried in the ancient city of Sizhou.

When I was fifteen years old, I retrieved the bronze bell that was lost in the ancient city of Sizhou for the Zhang family, and the elders asked me to succeed the position of clan leader.

They asked me to drink a cup of red potion, which would make me forget everything and only remember the Zhang family's mission.

It was Yanyan who rushed to the Elders' Council and destroyed the potion. In the original story, I drank the potion and suffered from frequent amnesia. After losing my memory, I couldn't remember my name, origin, or anything else.

When we grew up, the Zhang family's building was on the verge of collapse, and all the Zhang family members went overseas. Yanyan and I went to Banai, Guangxi to look for the master who built the Zhang family's ancient building.

By the lake, Yanyan suddenly fell into a coma, and Qiu Dekao brought us to Zhang Qishan. On the condition that the Nine Gates would find someone to guard the bronze door, we helped Zhang Qishan enter the Zhang family's ancient building.

After the Siguniang Mountain incident, Yanyan and I returned to Hangzhou and spent the next twenty years in peace and safety.

Later, I found out that, for the past twenty years, I had been imprisoned by Zhang Qishan in the Golmud sanatorium and tortured day and night.

During these twenty years, we, Wu Sanxing, Jie Lianhuan and others entered the Xisha underwater tomb. In Wang Zanghai's tomb, "it"'s people wanted to feed the archaeological team with corpse beetle pills, but were stopped by Yanyan.

Yanyan gave them a drug that had similar symptoms to the Corpse Beetle Pill, and they were taken away and imprisoned in the Golmud Sanatorium.

"It" wants to obtain the method of immortality from the archaeological team that eats the corpse beetle pill.

The experiment failed, and the members of the archaeological team turned into monsters one after another. They were sent to Germany by Yanyan, who gave them an antidote and kept them under guard.

In fact, no one will stop them from being fed the corpse pills, and they will all turn into monsters.

Chen Wenjin, the only one who did not turn into a monster, will also enter the meteorite jade in the Palace of Queen Mother of the West and will never come out again.

And I, because I was chasing Chen Wenjin, entered the meteorite jade and saw the builder of the bronze gate who had been sleeping in the meteorite jade for four thousand years.

After communicating with him, I would lose my memory again, so Yanyan was so nervous when she was in the Queen Mother of the West Palace.

The statue that Wu Xie saw in the Motuo Lama Temple in Tibet was indeed prepared for me by Lama Deren.

Originally, I would spend a year carving the statue so that I could see my mother, Baima.

The reality is, because of Yanyan's company since childhood, I have normal human emotions and no longer need to carve statues.

I was able to see my mother a year earlier, but the price was that Yanyan was seriously injured and was in a coma for a year.

She drew a soul-calling talisman to forcibly recall my mother's soul, allowing her to wake up and stay with me for three days. Originally, she would not wake up.

The soul-returning charm requires all the blood in the body to be drawn, at the cost of burning one's own lifespan. The survival time of the awakened person is ten times that of the person who drew the charm. "

When Zhang Qiling said this, he felt as if he had returned to that cold winter day again. He pushed the door open and saw Zhang Hanyan, who was dying.

He slowed down, forced himself to calm his panicked mind, and continued speaking as everyone waited in silence.

“After Medog, I went to Banai, Guangxi alone. As soon as I came out of Zhang’s ancient building, I lost my memory.

I was caught, Yanyan came to rescue me and took me back to Hangzhou. Originally, they would put me in a tomb to fish for corpses, but later I was spotted by Chenpi A Si and started working for him.

What happened later is about all of you..."

When Wu Xie, Jie Yuchen and the others heard this, they all sat up straight, holding their breath, for fear of missing out on any crucial information.

"Da Kui, Aning, Yuncai, Huo Xiangu, Pan Zi, you were all destined to die, but it was Yanyan who changed everything, so that you could survive.

What you saw and experienced in the illusion is what you were supposed to experience. There is no Yanyan in those stories. "

After Zhang Qiling finished speaking, he closed his eyes slightly to calm his restless heart, as well as the unspeakable pain and sadness in his heart.

"So, Han Yan did so many things for all of us without our knowledge. So, what she is going through now is the price for changing the ending without permission?"

Xie Yuchen looked at Wu Xie who was talking to himself, and felt as if a huge stone was pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He is the grandson of Master Jie Jiu. He has been smart and talented since childhood, and has perfectly inherited Master Jie Jiu's reputation for being flawless in his work.

He didn't even need to think about it too much. Just based on what Zhang Qiling said, he clearly understood what would have happened to them if Zhang Hanyan hadn't happened and things had developed as they were originally supposed to.