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

Zhang Yecheng and his companions walked up the long staircase and finally stood at the stairs of the eighth floor. Wu Xie looked at the stone statue of Qilin standing on the corridor and couldn't wait to step forward.

Xie Yuchen looked at the floor in front of him, his eyes slightly narrowed, and before Wu Xie took a step, he reached out and grabbed him tightly, preventing him from taking even a single step forward.

"What's wrong, Xiaohua? Did you see something?"

Wu Xie looked around but didn't find anything unusual. He turned to look at Xie Yuchen, who was holding him tightly, with a puzzled look on his face.

Xie Yuchen raised his chin slightly and signaled him to look forward with his eyes. He followed Xie Yuchen's gaze and saw an extremely small bulge at the entrance of the stairs.

The tiny bump was very small. At first glance, it was as small as a longan fruit core. Under the light of the night pearl, it glowed with a faint light.

Zhang Yecheng looked at Xie Yuchen with a hint of barely perceptible surprise in his eyes.

"That's great, young man. You've discovered such a tiny trigger point. If you were a member of the Zhang family, I would definitely accept you as my apprentice."

He spoke to himself without even glancing at Xie Yuchen who had a proud look on his face.

Hei Xiazi approached Xie Yuchen with a playful smile, and in front of everyone, he openly stretched out his right hand and placed it on his shoulder.

"Our Master Huaer is very capable, and he may not be impressed by your little mechanical skills.

Old man, can you please stop wasting time? You don't want to see your apprentice, but we do."

Zhang Yecheng looked at Hei Xia Zi, who was arm in arm with Jie Yuchen, speechlessly. Not wanting to pay any more attention to them, he turned around and found the mechanism that operated the mechanism and stopped all the mechanisms on the eighth floor.

"Okay, let's go, everyone."

He took the first step and walked directly to the mahogany door guarded by a stone statue of a Qilin. He took a deep breath and pushed open the tightly closed door.

The room was brightly lit, and every tiny detail could be seen clearly, not to mention the huge and exquisite jade coffin in the center of the room.

They all stood at the door, and when they actually saw the coffin in the house, they didn't dare to take another step forward.

"Innocent, shall we go check it out?"

Fatty looked at Wu Xie in doubt. Wu Xie did not respond to Fatty, but just stared at the jade coffin in front of him.

The jade coffin is translucent white in color. It is open and has no lid.

Under the radiance of countless luminous pearls, two figures, one blue and one red, hugging each other tightly can be vaguely seen inside the coffin.

"Master San, how about I go in and take a look first?"

Pan Zi looked at Wu Xie, whose face was as gloomy as ice, and asked tentatively. Just as he was about to step over the high threshold, he was stopped by Wu Xie.

"I'll go by myself, Fatty, do you want to come with me?"

"Of course, we have known Brother Han Yan for a long time and have been through a lot. No matter what the result is, we have to see it with our own eyes."

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

Xie Yuchen and Hei Xiazi followed behind them, and everyone stepped over the high threshold together and stood in a neat row around the coffin.

Inside the coffin, Zhang Hanyan was wearing a bright red dress, lying peacefully in the coffin. Her skin was fair and her lips were red, and she looked like she was asleep.

Zhang Qiling lay on his side, his right hand tightly grasping Zhang Hanyan's hands which were folded on his abdomen, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Sister Hanyan's dress... is the wedding dress my brother bought for her..."

Bai Haotian was deeply impressed by this wedding dress. She, Aning and Yuncai had chosen it together in the bridal shop.

Everyone looked at Zhang Hanyan's flaming dress, tears welling in her eyes, revealing deep sadness.

Zhang Yecheng looked at Zhang Qiling, his fingertips trembling slightly, and the pain in his heart was like an endless flame that burned away all his hopes.

Xie Yuchen stood beside Zhang Qiling, and under the gaze of everyone, he slowly stretched out a finger and placed it under the tip of Zhang Qiling's nose.

At this moment, everyone was panicking and their eyes were fixed on Xie Yuchen's fingertips. Even though their palms had begun to sweat slightly, they still tried to remain calm.

During the waiting process, every second seemed to be stretched countless times, making people feel extremely tormented and long.

Xie Yuchen suppressed the chill in his heart, looked up at everyone, and slowly shook his head under their expectant gazes.

"He's gone. He should have been dead for no more than half an hour. His body is still slightly warm."

His words were like the cruel and ruthless swing of the scythe in the hand of the god of death, cutting off the little remaining hope in everyone's heart.

The atmosphere around them was surprisingly quiet, so quiet that the only sound they could hear was their gentle breathing.

Time seemed to have frozen at this moment, and the hands of time seemed to be dragged by an invisible force, moving forward with difficulty.

Zhang Yecheng looked at the two people hugging each other in the coffin, and tried hard to suppress his rapid breathing, trying to restrain his inner collapse.

The pain in his heart was like a venomous snake that entangled him and seeped into every inch of his skin and every drop of his blood.

If...if I came earlier, could I see you for the last time?

Can it stop your determination to die?

Zhang Yecheng thought of Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan, and every bit of their time together since childhood. He moved his lips and smiled with a hint of self-mockery.

How can I stop you from going to die? I don't have the ability to stop you from going to die.

In this world, except Han Yan, no one else can make you obey his orders.

Qi Ling, you left with a smile. Did you see Han Yan coming to pick you up before you died?

Wu Xie and Fatty stared at Zhang Qiling's tightly closed eyes, their faces showing a slightly dazed look. An unspeakable heartache surged in their hearts, surging up to their throats.

"Brother...Hanyan..."

The fat man's suppressed sobbing gradually sounded, so thick and heavy that it seemed impossible to hear it.

Wu Xie seemed unaware of the tears spreading down his face, the tear marks were particularly conspicuous on his fair face.

He clearly didn't say anything, but the helplessness in his eyes was so painful.

Huo Xiuxiu, Aning, and Bai Haotian all had tears on their collars. The crystal tears flowed silently and rolled down the unwiped tear marks on their cheeks.

Xie Yuchen, Heixiazi, Xiliu, Zhang Mo, Liu Sang, and Pan Zi all had red eyes, blurred by tears.

Everyone was immersed in the longing and pain for the deceased. Crystal clear tears slid down silently, carrying deep grief for the deceased, and dissipated in the air bit by bit.