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

Xi Liu was silent for a long time, looked at Zhang Yecheng with a gloomy face, walked slowly to his side, slowly squatted down, and made her eyes parallel with his.

"How about you go and persuade the clan leader. The saint's body must be buried. You are the clan leader's master, and he should listen to you."

Zhang Yecheng listened to Xi Liu's words and smiled bitterly, as if he was thinking of something.

"Don't count on me. From childhood to adulthood, Qi Ling never listened to me when it came to matters concerning Han Yan.

If you want to put Han Yan's body into the coffin now, you can only use strong means, otherwise, don't even think about it."

Wu Xie and Fatty looked at each other and saw the same hardship and bitterness in each other's eyes.

"Okay, since you have no other options, then we old guys will go. Today, even if the clan leader makes trouble, we will put the body of the saint into the coffin."

In the silent house, the Third Elder's voice was resounding. After he stood up, the other elders also stood up and went to the bedroom on the second floor with him.

Their figures blocked the light, casting tall dark shadows. Zhang Qiling glanced at them out of the corner of his eye and immediately took a state of high alert.

"Patriarch, the Saint is gone. Now, we should follow the Zhang family's rules and put the Saint's body into the coffin. Three days later, in the morning, we should bring it to the Zhang family's ancient building."

The third elder stood in front of the bed and waited for a while. After not getting a response from Zhang Qiling, he waved helplessly to the elders behind him.

The elders understood what he meant and immediately used their fastest speed and strongest means to try to snatch Zhang Hanyan's body from Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling tightly grasped the Fourth Elder's arm with one hand, which was as hard to shake as an iron clamp. He exerted force with one hand, grasping tightly with all five knuckles, and his nails pierced deeply into the Fourth Elder's skin, causing bright red blood to flow out.

Upon seeing this, the Fifth Elder and the Sixth Elder stepped forward, grabbed the Fourth Elder's arms from the left and right, and pulled them hard backwards, freeing the Fourth Elder from Zhang Qiling's grip.

The Seventh Elder and the Eighth Elder seized the opportunity, rushed out suddenly, and grabbed Zhang Hanyan in Zhang Qiling's arms with both hands.

"Yanyan..."

Zhang Qiling kicked the Seventh Elder hard in the chest, and sent him flying backwards.

He flipped his wrist and the dagger in his hand flew out of his hand, turned into a stream of light, and shot into the thigh of the Eighth Elder. The Eighth Elder screamed and fell straight back.

The youngest of the Ninth Elder stood at the door. He looked at his injured brothers, timidly not daring to take a single step forward.

"Third brother, why don't you just forget it? What if you hurt the clan leader? Third brother, quickly tell the fifth and sixth brothers to stop."

The Ninth Elder shouted loudly, but the Third Elder seemed not to hear him. While Zhang Qiling was fighting with the Fifth and Sixth Elders, he ran forward.

His body was as fast as lightning, his movements were swift, and he leaped as fast as flying. In the blink of an eye, he took Zhang Hanyan's body away from Zhang Qiling.

"Yan Yan...give her back to me!"

Zhang Qiling looked at Zhang Hanyan who was being held by the third elder and disappeared at the door. He became anxious and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth with a "pu" sound.

Brother! You old fools, if I were still alive, I would tear out the tendons and skin you all, and chop you into pieces!

Zhang Hanyan floated beside Zhang Qiling. She watched the elders besieging him. Even though she was extremely anxious, she had no idea what to do.

She had never hated as much as she did now, and had never wanted to kill as much as she did at this moment. The overwhelming hatred swept her away.

She hated the cruelty of the elders, hated this evil world, and hated her own powerlessness even more. She hated that she could only watch and do nothing.

"Chief, what are you guys still standing there for? Help me to the bed."

The Ninth Elder cried out in surprise, and the other elders reacted and stepped forward, extending their hands to support the crumbling Zhang Qiling.

Zhang Qiling slightly turned sideways to avoid their hands. Under the gaze of everyone, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took difficult steps, and walked out of the room step by step.

Zhang Hanyan's soul followed behind Zhang Qiling. Now she had no physical body, so she could only watch the elders bully him.

She was a ghost, a new ghost with no training at all. She had no tears and couldn’t even cry if she wanted to.

Just as Zhang Yecheng put Zhang Hanyan's body into the coffin, he saw Zhang Qiling walking into the mourning hall. He hurriedly stood in front of the coffin, fearing that Zhang Qiling would do something extreme.

"Qi Ling, please don't do anything rash. Since Han Yan is gone, we should let her go peacefully. Don't let her leave uneasy."

His words made Zhang Qiling's dull eyes glow with light. He looked up at Zhang Yecheng, was silent for a while, and then looked at Zhang Hanyan who was lying in the coffin.

Zhang Hanyan was wearing a plain white dress, which was completely different from the one in red that she wore in his memory.

"I won't do anything. I just want to accompany Yanyan for the last time."

Zhang Qiling walked around Zhang Yecheng and went to the side of the coffin. He lowered his head and looked at Zhang Hanyan steadily. He stood there woodenly, just standing there quietly, his eyes dead silent.

On the second day after Zhang Hanyan's body was placed in the coffin, the third elder sat in the pavilion, looking at the white gauze curtains fluttering in the wind.

Zhang Sui'an stood beside him respectfully, without saying a word, like a completely transparent invisible man.

"Sui'an, go call the two guys from the Wu and Jie families over here. Oh, and... forget it, call Xi Liu and Zhang Mo and the others over here. I have something to ask them."

"Yes."

Zhang Sui'an turned and walked out of the pavilion. When he appeared in the mourning hall, Wu Xie and Fatty were lighting new incense, candles and paper money.

Pan Zi, Liu Sang, Xie Yuchen and Hei Xiazi stood on the right side of the coffin, and Huo Xiuxiu, Bai Haotian, Yuncai and Aning stood on the left side of the coffin.

Zhang Qiling still stood motionless beside the coffin, staring at Zhang Hanyan, like a lifeless sculpture.

Xi Liu looked at Zhang Sui'an who suddenly entered the mourning hall, and immediately walked up to him with Zhang Mo and asked softly.

"what's up?"

"The Third Elder wants to see all of you. Please come with me to the pavilion."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie and Fatty looked up at Zhang Sui'an, who had an indifferent expression on his face. They waited until the last piece of paper money in their hands was burned out before standing up.

"Why did the elders of your Zhang family come to us? Could it be that they are planning to settle accounts with us for entering the Zhang family?"

Xi Liu looked at the fat man and shook his head, "Probably not. I think it's because of the Saint."

"Okay, since it's not a matter of settling scores later, I can go there. It just so happens that we all have something to ask the elders of your Zhang family."

As soon as Fatty finished speaking, Wu Xie, Xie Yuchen, Hei Xia Zi, Pan Zi, Liu Sang, Huo Xiu Xiu and others gathered together and walked out of the mourning hall.