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

In the dim morning light, the bright sunshine shines through the gaps between the branches and falls on the ground, like bits of silver, which is very beautiful.

In the dark and deep night, the silver-like sunlight finally dispelled the haze. Although it was only a little bit, it was enough to bring comfort.

The fat man rarely slept in. He got up early in the morning with dark circles under his eyes and made breakfast for everyone in the kitchen.

Wu Xie, Xie Yuchen and Hei Xiazi fell asleep when the sky was just getting light. The smell of food woke them up again as they were starving.

When the three of them finished washing up and walked into the living room, Xi Liu, Zhang Mo and Zhang Yecheng were already serving rice and dishes. Xi Liu turned around, glanced at them and greeted them.

"Hurry up and sit down to eat. After breakfast, you go back to Hangzhou. Zhang Mo and I will go back to Beijing. I notified everyone in the Zhang family last night. Everyone has already taken action and is determined to find the clan leader."

Wu Xie listened to Xi Liu's words in a daze, his eyes suddenly widened and he woke up completely.

"Okay, Xiaohua, are you and Heiye going back to Beijing too?"

"Well, Xiuxiu called me just now. I told her what happened here, and she said she would wait for me in Beijing to come back and discuss countermeasures together."

"Okay, stop dawdling and eat quickly. Young people don't know how to be anxious at all."

Zhang Yecheng urged softly with a serious face, and everyone stopped talking, picked up their bowls and ate their food quickly and silently.

After breakfast, everyone picked up the bags that had been packed long ago, and after Fatty and Yuncai said goodbye, they walked out of the village together.

Everyone said goodbye at the entrance of the village. Xiliu, Zhang Mo, Xie Yuchen, and Hei Xiazi flew back to Beijing, while Wu Xie, Fatty, and Zhang Yecheng drove back to Hangzhou.

It was snowing heavily in Hangzhou. Snowflakes fell one after another continuously. The snow was getting heavier and heavier. The whole Hangzhou was covered with snow and turned into a vast expanse of white.

After traveling all the way, the white van stopped by the roadside. Wu Xie and Fatty turned to look at the back seat, and saw Zhang Yecheng sleeping with his eyes closed, and called out softly.

"Mr. Zhang, we're home."

Zhang Yecheng woke up with his eyes open, reached out and grabbed the empty backpack next to him, opened the car door and got out, then strode to the gate.

He looked at the unlocked door, frowned, turned around and looked at the fat man sitting in the passenger seat.

"Didn't you lock the door when you left?"

"I locked it, and I left the key in the doorway next to it. What happened? Was there a thief in the house?"

As the fat man spoke, he opened the car door and walked to Zhang Yecheng. He looked at the copper ring on the door. The copper lock had been opened and was hanging precariously on the copper ring.

"Could there really be a thief? There are still things left by Han Yan in the basement."

Wu Xie was horrified when he thought of the countless priceless antiques and treasures piled up in the basement.

"What are you waiting for? Go check it out quickly. It's Han Yan's stuff. We have to take good care of it for her. We can't lose any of it."

The fat man pushed the door open in a hurry, and the copper lock fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Zhang Yecheng and Wu Xie followed behind him, and the three of them walked inside in a hurry.

A strong wind suddenly came from the sky, blowing the snowflakes everywhere. Occasionally a few flakes fell from the collar, and the chill penetrated into the bone marrow.

The courtyard was covered with white snow. The sunlight fell on the snow, emitting dazzling white light.

Fatty had just passed through the screen wall and turned the corner when he was suddenly shocked by what he saw and froze in place. Wu Xie didn't expect him to stop suddenly and bumped into his broad back.

"Fatty, why did you stop all of a sudden? You didn't even say hello and you almost broke my nose."

Wu Xie looked at the fat man with a terrified face, with a puzzled look in his eyes, and pushed him gently.

"Fatty, what did you see that scared you like this?"

The fat man didn't answer him, as if he didn't hear him at all. He glanced at Zhang Yecheng, who was also shocked, and looked forward following the fat man's gaze with confusion.

Zhang Qiling stood in the snow for a long time. His navy blue clothes were dyed white by the heavy snow. A cold wind blew and blew the snowflakes off his hair.

Wu Xie, Fatty, and Zhang Yecheng stood quietly where they were, staring at Zhang Qiling motionlessly, not daring to move.

They were afraid that if they moved, this beautiful illusion would disappear in an instant.

They missed him so much. Five years had passed, and their longing for their old friend had only increased. As time went by, it became deeper and deeper, penetrating deep into their bones.

The three of them stood in the snow, with snowflakes flying all over the sky and falling on them. Time passed by little by little, and they could no longer be seen in human form in the wind and snow.

They were like snow pillars, with their noses and faces frozen and covered with snow from head to toe. They were so cold that they had lost consciousness. The snowflakes fell on their eyelashes and did not melt for a long time.

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie, Fatty, and slowly, his gaze fixed on Zhang Yecheng, who had tears in his eyes.

"Master."

He called out softly, his cold voice flowing slowly like a clear mountain spring, and there was a faint smile in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

His voice was like a heavy hammer, hitting Wu Xie, Fatty, and Zhang Yecheng's hearts so hard that it took them a long time to react.

"Naive, you know what, this illusion is quite real. I can even hear the young man's voice."

Wu Xie nodded in deep concern, expressing his agreement with Fatty's words. Only Zhang Yecheng's eyes slowly changed from doubt to shock and joy...

Zhang Yecheng took two steps at a time and finally even jogged. His figure passed by Wu Xie and Fatty like a flash of light and stood upright in front of Zhang Qiling.

He stared at Zhang Qiling, his breath stopped, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was beating wildly.

He carefully stretched out his hand and gently stroked Zhang Qiling's warm face. At this moment, he felt a buzzing in his head and his thoughts completely stopped.

"Qiling? Is it really you? How could you? You're not...how could you?"

Zhang Ye's incoherent sentences and intermittent words drifted along the wind, word by word into the ears of Wu Xie and Fatty.

"Oh my god, it's really the little brother, it's not an illusion, the little brother is really back, he really came back from the dead and is back."

"I saw..."

Wu Xie and Fatty looked at Zhang Qiling who was tightly embraced by Zhang Yecheng. The scene before them made him speechless. He stood there with a dull look, as if he was deeply attracted by something but unable to get rid of it.

Wu Xie and Fatty looked at each other. They ignored the doubts and surprises in their hearts and ran to Zhang Qiling at the fastest speed in their lives. They hugged him tightly with all their strength.