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

Zhang Qiling leaned against the corner, slowly clenched the thin piece of letter paper in his hand, his heart suddenly ached, and his pale lips turned bright red.

The pain spread to every part of his body, and his body was crumbling. Suddenly, he knelt on the ground exhausted, his eyes empty and desolate, and he looked broken and miserable.

Zhang Hanyan habitually wanted to support Zhang Qiling, but the hand she stretched out passed through his arm and did not touch him at all.

She helplessly looked at her hand that had become transparent. Now she could not touch anything.

"Brother, Fatty, please help me."

Wu Xie and Fatty helped Zhang Qiling up on the left and right. Xie Yuchen took the letter paper that he was holding tightly, folded it and put it into the envelope.

"It's almost dawn, and the elders of the Zhang family are about to send my sister away. Have you decided where to bury my sister?"

Zhang Qiling did not answer. He looked at the box of talismans left by Zhang Hanyan, and when no one was prepared, he put the confinement talismans on them.

His figure and movements were so fast that in the blink of an eye, everyone in the basement was unable to move.

He took out the letter written by Zhang Hanyan to Wu Xie and the others from Wu Xie's clothes pocket, glanced at it quickly, then directly found the red pill in the yellow sachet from Xie Yuchen and crushed it with force.

The moment the pill was crushed, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

They were fixed by the confinement talisman and could only watch what he did, but they had no way to stop him.

Yanyan, I will never forget you...

No one can make me forget you, not even you...

Zhang Hanyan floated nearby, watching helplessly as the amnesia pill she had spent two hundred thousand points to buy was crushed into mud by him, falling to the ground bit by bit and returning to dust.

Woohoo... My 200,000 points...

Zhang Qiling packed the photo albums, clay figurines, water-repellent beads, lanterns, ghost seals, and the letter written to him by Zhang Hanyan from the wooden shelf into the box.

Amid the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he simply picked up the sword on the table and the brocade bag containing the teleportation talisman and strode out of the basement.

In the early morning, the sky began to turn pale, and when the first ray of sunlight penetrated the curtains, it announced that a new day had quietly arrived.

When the third elder led the other elders to the mourning hall, it was empty. There was not a single living person, and the dead had disappeared.

"Where are they? Qi'an, Sui'an, go and look for them. I don't believe that so many of them could have taken the Saint's body and escaped quietly."

"Yes."

Zhang Qian'an and Zhang Sui'an responded softly, turned around and left together, searching every corner inside and outside the house.

Zhang Yecheng quietly left the crowd, walked through the corridor, searched for a while, and opened the door to the basement.

"You are all here, but where is my apprentice? Isn't he with you?"

No matter how he asked, Wu Xie and Fatty didn't answer. He found that these people in front of him had not moved at all since he came in.

He walked around Wu Xie and found a yellow talisman on Wu Xie's arm. After Wu Xie's crazy look, he took the talisman.

"Oh my God, my legs are numb from standing so much. Brother, you are too cruel. You have trapped us all here. If you hadn't found us, we would have died."

While muttering to himself, Wu Xie dragged his sore legs to take off the restraining talismans on Fatty, Xie Yuchen, Hei Xiazi, Huo Xiuxiu, Xi Liu, Zhang Mo, Liu Sang, Aning, Yuncai, Bai Haotian, and Pan Zi.

"Tell me first, where is my Qi Ling? Where did he go with Han Yan alone?"

Zhang Yecheng looked around the basement. Everyone was there except Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan. He looked at everyone stretching their muscles and sweated anxiously.

"We don't know either. The young man booked us here last night and then left. We don't know where he would take Han Yan."

The fat man helped Yuncai sit on a wooden box, squatted in front of her, and massaged her stiff and painful legs.

Xie Yuchen kept pounding his shoulders. His expression was stern, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and he looked like he didn't want to pay attention.

Huo Xiuxiu, Aning, and Bai Haotian sat together, frowning as they listened to the conversation between Fatty and Zhang Yecheng.

"So you're all here?"

Zhang Qian'an leaned against the door frame, looking at Xi Liu and Zhang Mo in the crowd with a gentle smile.

"All the elders are waiting in the mourning hall. Xiliu, Zhang Mo, can you take them with me?"

Wu Xie looked at Zhang Yecheng. Among the Zhang family members, the only ones he knew and was familiar with were Xi Liu and Zhang Mo.

He knew that Zhang Yecheng was the master of Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan, but he didn't know who Zhang Yecheng was on the same side with.

"Fatty, Xiaohua, Heiye and I will go. The girls are not feeling well and need to stay here to rest."

Zhang Qian'an looked at the large wooden box next to the four girls. The lid of the box was closed tightly and nothing could be seen inside.

There was no warmth in his eyes, and no ripples in his tone.

"also."

Xi Liu, Zhang Mo, Wu Xie, Fatty, Xie Yuchen, Hei Xia Zi and others followed Zhang Yecheng and stood side by side in the mourning hall.

The third elder's gaze swept across them and finally stopped on Zhang Yecheng and Xi Liu.

"Xi Liu, where is the clan leader? With so many of you guarding the clan leader and the saint girl, can't you protect them?"

He looked at Xi Liu, his eyes were as dark as ink, and there seemed to be a faint, invisible flame hidden in them.

“We didn’t know that after we read the letter the saint left for us in the basement last night, the patriarch used the spell drawn by the saint to freeze us. We were unable to move until we were found this morning.

The clan leader not only took the Saint away, he also took away his and the Saint's belongings, including the Ghost Seal and the Black Gold Ancient Sword. "

"Ghost Seal? You said before that you saw a clone of the Saint behind the bronze door. Could it be that the clan leader took the Saint to Changbai Mountain?"

Faced with the third elder's question, everyone shook their heads. They really didn't know the whereabouts of Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan.

"Third Elder, how about I go to Changbai Mountain to take a look?"

Zhang Yecheng silently observed the Third Elder's expression and asked tentatively.

The third elder discussed with the other elders in a whisper. After receiving the nods of agreement from the other elders, he looked at Zhang Yecheng again.

"You can go and take a look. Take them with you. They are close friends of the clan leader and the Saint. They can also help you persuade the clan leader when the time comes."

"Yes, then let's pack up and leave right away."

Zhang Yecheng urged Xi Liu, Zhang Mo and others behind him. Wu Xie and Fatty looked at each other, and immediately turned around and walked out together with Jie Yuchen and Hei Xia Zi.