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

The Emperor of Fengdu looked at her determined expression, nodded slowly, and handed the Yin Scroll in his hand to Han Yan.

Han Yan took the Yin Juan floating in the air. Her heart was beating like a drum. She was so excited that it seemed as if the sound of drums was echoing in her heart.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her pounding heart.

The Yin Scroll slowly unfolded in her hands. She silently recited Zhang Qiling's name in her heart, staring at the Yin Scroll in her hands intently.

She waited for a long time, but the Yin scroll was still empty and nothing appeared on it.

How could it be that there is none? Are the characters in the book not under the jurisdiction and records of the underworld?

Han Yan refused to believe this cruel fact. She once again silently repeated Wu Xie's name in her heart. When she was about to give up, suddenly, Wu Xie's name and every detail of his life appeared on the Yin Scroll.

Wu Xie, a native of Hangzhou, was born on March 5, 1977. He currently lives in Wushanju, next to the Xiling Seal Society on Hefang Street, Xihu District, Hangzhou...

After reading all the records about Wu Xie, she was delighted. The fact that Wu Xie's life appeared in the Yin Scroll was enough to show that the characters in the book were also recorded in the underworld.

She once again silently recited Zhang Qiling's name in her heart, looking at the blank underworld scroll with anticipation, waiting for the words recording Zhang Qiling to appear.

She waited and waited, and it seemed as if a century had passed, but she still didn't see a single word about Zhang Qiling.

Why is there still no copy? Wu Xie obviously has all of them, why doesn't Xiao Ge have any? What went wrong?

"Goddess Hanyan, have you found the person you were looking for? If you have, please return the Yin Scroll in your hand to me."

Han Yan suddenly looked up at Emperor Fengdu, raised the Yin Scroll in his hand, and asked in confusion.

“Why can I find his friends but can’t find any records about him?”

"This... I don't know who the Lord wants to find. I can help the Lord find it."

As soon as the Emperor of Fengdu stretched out his hand, the Yin Scroll in Han Yan's hand immediately returned to his hand.

"Zhang Qi Ling."

He looked down at the blank Yin Scroll and waved his hand lightly over it. No matter what method he used, the Yin Scroll did not react at all.

"What's going on? How could it be gone?"

He muttered to himself and searched again and again. When he finally gave up, he still couldn't find any records about Zhang Qiling.

"God, are you sure that the person you are looking for is from the human world? There is no record of him in this Yin Scroll."

"Really... not even in the underworld, so where should I go to find him? Brother..."

Han Yan stared at the dark floor in dismay. She now looked like a bird at a loss, lost in the fog of life, unable to find her way home.

Bai Wuchang looked at Han Yan who was lowering her head. The tear in the corner of her eye was shining brightly and slid silently onto the cold floor.

"As long as a person in this world dies and reaches the underworld, he will definitely pass by the Naihe Bridge. If you go to the Naihe Bridge as a god, you may be able to wait for him."

Upon hearing this, Han Yan suddenly raised her head and looked at Bai Wuchang with burning eyes. She did not say anything for a long time, as if she was thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

The Emperor of Fengdu tried every possible means and finally found information about Zhang Qiling on the unresponsive Yin Scroll before Han Yan turned and left.

"Sir Hanyan, wait a moment. I found the person you are looking for. Check to see if it is him."

He waved his hand lightly, and the Yin Scroll was once again in Han Yan's hands.

Han Yan stared at the few words floating on the Yin Scroll. The previous content made her so happy that she could almost express it in words.

But the content that followed made her more and more anxious. The last sentence on the Yin Scroll recorded that after Zhang Qiling died in the Zhang Family Ancient Building, his soul disappeared...

"May I ask the Emperor, what does the last sentence mean? Why would a person's soul disappear after death?"

Han Yan stared at the King of Fengdu who was sitting high up in the throne. She was eager to find an answer. She wanted to know where Zhang Qiling was now.

The Emperor of Fengdu took back the Yin Scroll and shook his head slowly, his face also full of confusion.

"Please forgive me, Lord Hanyan. I don't know much about this matter, but I will have someone investigate it immediately and give Lord Hanyan a reply as soon as possible."

Han Yan took two steps back in panic. She suppressed her inner panic, thought about what Bai Wuchang had just said, and turned around and walked out.

Bai Wuchang did not follow her footsteps. He stayed where he was and waited until Han Yan walked away before he looked up and saw Emperor Fengdu taking out the Yang Scroll that was glowing with golden light.

“Emperor, why don’t you just tell Goddess Han Yan that the person she’s looking for is not in the Yin Scroll at all? They set up such a big plan, but now they leave her alone…”

"Be safe and be careful with what you say! There are some things that should be known to everyone. If you speak out without permission, you may bring disaster upon yourself."

He stood upright in the center of the hall, looking at the serious expression on the face of King Fengdu. He forced himself to suppress the doubts in his heart and bowed.

"Yes, I understand. I'll take my leave now."

The Emperor of Fengdu looked at the entrance of the hall where Bai Wuchang disappeared. He clenched the Yang Scroll in his hand but never opened it.

Beside the Naihe Bridge and the Wangchuan River, Han Yan stood among the gorgeous red flowers of the other shore, quietly watching every passing soul.

She is waiting, waiting for someone she once lived with day and night and now thinks about day and night.

Xingchen stayed by her side, opening and closing his mouth several times, but couldn't figure out how to persuade her.

When Bai Wuchang and Hei Wuchang led the dead souls to the Naihe Bridge, what they saw was Han Yan standing among the flowers, watching the dead souls passing by on the road to the underworld.

The goddess, dressed in a fiery red dress, stood quietly among the blooming flowers of the other shore, gazing at every passing soul in the blue sky and the underworld.

"Ah... Another infatuated person waiting for her old love to return. She is so similar to Lin Nianyao and Lu Jinan back then."

Hei Wuchang listened to Bai Wuchang's sigh expressionlessly, and his eyes dimmed when he thought of Lu Jinan who had been waiting for Lin Nianyao in the same position.

"Let's go. Their affairs have nothing to do with us. Those who come to this underworld road, whether they are gods or immortals, living souls or dead souls, are just passers-by to us."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. Bai Wuchang looked at his back and muttered something softly.

"Don't I know they are just passers-by? You look so gloomy every day, as if someone owes you money."

As soon as Bai Wuchang finished speaking, Hei Wuchang, who had already walked far away, suddenly turned around and looked at him, his face looking even gloomier than usual.

"Oh no, I forgot he has a keen ear."

He smiled awkwardly, glanced at Han Yan beside the Naihe Bridge, and hurriedly caught up with Hei Wuchang who had already walked away.