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

Xie Yuchen thought of Wu Sanxing and Chen Wenjin who were already married, Xie Lianhuan who drank tea and listened to opera at home every day, and Huo Ling from the Huo family.

If it weren't for Zhang Hanyan, these people would never be able to return home safely and live a happy life.

And he himself will only become Wu Xie's benefactor, and he will never have another benefactor who only belongs to him.

"So, they are all really dead, even the clouds..."

The fat man's voice was slightly choked. He didn't dare to think, absolutely didn't dare to think, what would happen if he saw Yun Cai die in front of him.

Aning, Huo Xiuxiu and Pan Zi were all silent, not saying a word. Thinking of everything that had happened in the illusion, they couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

Zhang Qiling's eyes moved around, and everyone present had a bad look on their faces. Even though he had known about it for a long time, he still felt uncomfortable when talking about it now.

Whenever he thought about Zhang Hanyan staying alone at home, waiting for him to come home, he felt so uncomfortable that he almost couldn't breathe.

"There is no substitute for Yanyan here. I need to ask the Third Elder about what's going on here."

"Chief, I have the third elder's phone number. I'll call him now and ask him."

Xi Liu hurriedly took out the cell phone from his backpack and dialed the number of the Third Elder. After a busy tone, the Third Elder's smiling voice sounded on the phone.

"Hey, Xiliu, how come you suddenly have time to call me? Did the Saint ask you to do something? Go ahead, I'm listening."

"Third Elder, the clan leader and I are now in the basement below the clan leader's courtyard. We have seen many clones of the Zhang family here. The clan leader asked me to ask you why there are no clones of the Saint."

"What did you say! Why are you looking for a clone of the Saint? What's wrong with the Saint's body? Tell me now!"

The third elder who was far away in Germany was extremely anxious. He wished he could teleport to the Zhang family right now and ask them in person about the reason for the incident.

Xi Liu quietly moved the phone away from her ear to prevent the Third Elder's roar from hurting her fragile eardrum.

"Third Elder, you..."

Before he could finish his words, the phone was snatched away by Zhang Qiling. Zhang Qiling glanced at the screen and pressed the hands-free button.

"Tell me quickly! Where is Yanyan's clone?"

His voice was cold, like ice that had not melted for thousands of years, causing the Third Elder on the other end of the line to shiver inexplicably.

“Um… Patriarch, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you. In fact, in the thousands of years of the Zhang family’s inheritance, there has never been a clone of the Saint.

The main reason is that the saint has only existed in the legends of the Zhang family and has never appeared. After the saint appeared, the Zhang family was in turmoil, and we completely forgot about this matter.

Later, you went to Germany, and when we were making a clone of the patriarch, we tried to make a clone of the saint.

But we tried almost every method, but none of them worked, so the Saint never made any clones from the beginning to the end."

As soon as the Third Elder finished speaking, Zhang Qiling felt an extremely strong sense of panic.

He knew that the only way to save Zhang Hanyan now was to find a clone of her and replace all her blood.

But now, the third elder said that Zhang Hanyan did not clone anyone, which meant that he could only watch Zhang Hanyan approach the end of his life.

"Yanyan has Qilin blood in her body. If I use my blood to exchange with hers, will it work?"

Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie and all the others stood still, hoping to get the answer they wanted.

As long as the Qilin blood can be successful, many of the clones in these coffins will have pure Qilin blood, which means that Zhang Hanyan can be saved.

“No, clan leader, you’d better not do anything rash. The bodies and constitutions of the Zhang family are very special, and only the blood of clones can be replaced.

Patriarch, if you insist on doing it your way, I can tell you with certainty that in the end, it will only hasten the death of the Saint."

Everyone surrounding Zhang Qiling heard this cruel reality, and instantly, a strong sense of frustration arose in their hearts.

They had never thought that after so many people traveled across mountains and rivers to come to Zhang's house, they would get such a result.

"Don't tell Master about this."

"I know, Patriarch. I will not reveal a single word."

The call was hung up, Zhang Qiling's face was filled with sadness, and he looked at the densely packed coffins in front of him.

There are so many clones that can allow many members of the Zhang family to survive, but there is no chance for Zhang Hanyan to survive.

"Perhaps, I know where Han Yan's clone is, but..."

Before Hei Xia Zi finished speaking, everyone suddenly turned to look at him, and new hope was rekindled in their eyes.

He didn't dare to look people in the eye, because what he was about to say was extremely cruel to Zhang Qiling and the others.

It was so cruel that it was equivalent to giving them new hope, and then smashing this new hope in front of them.

Xie Yuchen discovered that something was wrong with Hei Xia Zi. He subconsciously felt that what Hei Xia Zi was going to say next was not good news for them.

“You all know that I once entered the bronze door. My eyes gradually became blind because I saw things I shouldn’t have seen behind the bronze door.

Behind the bronze door, I saw a man-made cave in the middle of the Meteorite Jade Mountain Range. I entered the cave and saw a jade coffin at the end.

In the coffin lay a woman in flowing white clothes. Her appearance was exactly the same as Han Yan's. What I experienced in the illusion was exactly the same as what happened to me back then."

Everyone was delighted when they heard this. Zhang Qiling picked up his backpack and the black gold ancient sword and was about to leave the basement and head to Changbai Mountain.

Zhang Qiling wanted to enter the bronze gate and bring out the clone of Zhang Hanyan from the depths of the Meteorite Mountains to heal her body.

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished talking yet."

Hei Xia Zi grabbed Zhang Qiling who was walking away, and continued speaking amid everyone's puzzled gazes.

"The replica in the coffin had disappeared when I first saw her."

"What do you mean by gone? For no reason? What do you mean by gone? You better explain it to me, you blind bastard."

"Yes, Mr. Hei, please don't be so slow. Can't you just say everything at once? It makes people feel uncomfortable."

"That's right, it's even more annoying than Tian Zhen."

Xie Yuchen, Wu Xie and Fatty urged one after another. Huo Xiuxiu, Aning and Pan Zi were also looking at him, waiting for him to finish everything.

"I was so focused on looking at the person in the coffin that I didn't notice the faces, torsos, and arms that were trying to grab me emerging from the walls around me.

In panic, the lantern in my hand fell into the coffin, and the flames ignited her clothes. Gradually, she disappeared in the blazing fire. "

Everyone stared at Hei Xia Zi in amazement, and a hint of anger gradually appeared on Zhang Qiling's usually indifferent face.

"So, it was you who burned my sister's clone many years ago? Now, there is really no way to save my sister in this world, right?"

Hei Xia Zi nodded slightly, not daring to look directly into Xie Yuchen's angry eyes.

He looked at Zhang Qiling standing beside him. Zhang Qiling's face was as cold as ice, and he looked like he was going to eat someone.

The expressions of the others were not very good either. They simply could not accept the result they had just learned.

Zhang Hanyan had saved them many times before, but now, her life was in danger. So many of them had gathered together just to save her, but they couldn't do it.