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

After Wu Xie, Fatty and the others left, Zhang Qiling was the only one left in the mourning hall. The breeze blew past, the candlelight flickered, and dust flew.

Black ashes floated in the air, floating above the coffin. When a small piece of ash was about to fall, Zhang Qiling quickly stretched out his hand and blocked it above Zhang Hanyan to prevent the ashes from falling on her face.

When Zhang Yecheng walked into the mourning hall, he happened to see Zhang Qiling covering the ashes with his hands. He looked into his tearful eyes and sighed silently.

He lit three incense sticks and placed them in the incense burner. He looked at Zhang Hanyan, who had her eyes closed and was silent, feeling dazed and at a loss.

"Stinky girl, where is the Manchu-Han banquet you promised me? You always say nice things but never cook for me once.

I have raised you for so many years, but I still don’t know what a full banquet tastes like! "

He muttered softly, word by word, and not only Zhang Qiling heard it, but even Zhang Hanyan who was sitting next to him heard it.

Zhang Hanyan looked at Zhang Yecheng and found that he seemed to have aged a lot overnight, with many white hairs growing on his temples.

Zhang Qiling thought back to the past. It was after the Sizhou Ancient City incident that Zhang Yecheng left the Zhang family for the second time and went to the Zhang family ancient building in Banai, Guangxi.

He and Zhang Hanyan sent Zhang Yecheng to the gate of Zhang's house. At that time, Zhang Hanyan said that as long as Zhang Yecheng returned safely, he would prepare the Manchu and Han banquet that he had always dreamed of for Zhang Yecheng.

Now, Zhang Yecheng was standing here safely, while Zhang Hanyan was lying silently in front of them, and it would be impossible for her to cook for them anymore.

"Brat, I know you don't want to send Han Yan to the Zhang Family Ancient Tower. Don't worry, I will stop the elders and let them do as you wish and keep Han Yan in Hangzhou."

Zhang Qiling's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked at Zhang Yecheng calmly. He found that Zhang Yecheng was a little different from what he remembered.

He seems... much older...

When did he start to have white hair on his temples? The last time Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan went to Germany, he still had black hair and looked energetic.

Zhang Qiling opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing. When Zhang Yecheng looked at him, he was still the same as before, like a pool of stagnant water without any life.

The two stood silently in the white mourning hall, guarding the most important person in their lives.

In the garden pavilion, Wu Xie and Fatty, led by Xi Liu, stood in a neat line in front of the third elder.

"Third Elder, you called us here, do you have any instructions?"

Xi Liu nodded slightly, and his tone and expression seemed particularly respectful, but only Zhang Mo, who had been with him for many years, knew that Xi Liu was now in a state of high alert.

"There's nothing else to say. You don't have to look at me like an enemy. Xiliu, you know I'm not the boss type. I won't do anything to you youngsters.

I called you here this time just to ask you, you didn't find the Saint's clone in Zhang's house before, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have made the trip to Leicheng later."

Compared to Xi Liu and Zhang Mo who looked indifferent, Wu Xie, Fatty, Xie Yuchen and others standing behind them all looked surprised.

Only they themselves knew about the trip to Leicheng. Apart from them, Boss Jiao and Er Kyoto were already dead. They couldn't figure out how the Zhang family, who were far away in Germany, knew about it.

The third elder easily caught their doubts. He smiled indifferently and waved his hand gently.

"You don't have to be so surprised. In this world, there is nothing that the Zhang family cannot know as long as they want to know it."

Wu Xie looked at the Third Elder with a smile on his face. He couldn't explain why, but he always felt that the Third Elder was very similar to his Third Uncle, both of them were smiling foxes.

“Third Elder, we did not find Han Yan’s clone in the Zhang family, but we know where her clone is.

As for the trip to Leicheng, we all thought that the golden water coffin had indeed healed Hanyan's body.

But now it seems that she has been hiding it from us. In fact, her health has never improved. Otherwise, she would not be lying cold in the coffin now."

"Young man, your name is Wu Xie, right? Xi Liu said that you wrote the words on the invitation. It's great that you can write such beautiful words at such a young age.

What did you mean by "you know where the Saint's clone is?" If you know, why don't you just use the clone to save the Saint, but go to Thunder City with all the trouble?"

Facing the Third Elder's inquiring gaze, Wu Xie tried his best to suppress the urge to look at Hei Xia Zi, and remained silent, not saying a word.

Seeing that he did not respond, the third elder could only look at Xi Liu and Zhang Mo who were traveling with them. His meaning was very clear.

He hoped that Xi Liu and Zhang Mo could tell him the truth.

The Third Elder's gaze moved between Xi Liu and Zhang Mo. Zhang Mo had a gloomy face and tried hard to avoid his gaze.

As soon as he saw Zhang Mo's cold look, he knew that he could not rely on Zhang Mo. The only person he could rely on now was Xi Liu.

"Xi Liu, no matter how unwilling you are, you have to say this. This is a matter concerning the entire Zhang family, not just your personal matter."

Xi Liu faced the Third Elder's unreserved pressure calmly. He remained silent, thinking over and over in his mind, wondering whether he should tell him what was behind the bronze door.

The courtyard was silent, no one spoke, and only the sound of breeze blowing through branches could be heard.

Hei Xia Zi sighed lightly, walked out of the crowd, straightened his back and stood in front of the third elder.

"I discovered Han Yan's clone. It's in the Meteorite Jade Mountain Range behind the bronze door. At the end of the Meteorite Jade Mountain Range, there is a jade coffin. The person lying inside is Han Yan's clone."

After listening to what Hei Xia Zi said, the third elder was stunned for a moment. He had been an elder of the Zhang family for hundreds of years and had already read through the countless books and records left by the Zhang family.

He knew very well that the Zhang family, which had been passed down for thousands of years, had only had legends about the saint. Before the saint appeared, no one in the Zhang family knew what the saint looked like.

And no one has ever known what is inside the Meteorite Jade Mountain Range behind the bronze gate.

Over the thousands of years, no one from the Zhang family who entered the bronze gate to guard it has ever come out alive.

The Zhang family only has a general record of what is behind the bronze door, and nothing more specific or detailed.

But now, he heard Hei Xia Zi say that the person lying in the jade coffin deep in the Meteorite Jade Mountains was a clone of Zhang Hanyan.

A clone is a living dead being that looks exactly like the original person, without any subtle differences.

This means that thousands of years ago, the Zhang family members who were the first to build the bronze door had already caught a glimpse of the appearance of the future saint.

Moreover, they left a clone of the saint at the end of the Meteorite Jade Mountains.