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

Wu Xie and Fatty shook their dizzy heads, thinking about what had happened before and after, and both showed expressions of sudden enlightenment.

"Oh... Fatty, I knew it, Old Zhang is always cunning, how come he lost so many times this time? You must have lost on purpose and then drank, right?"

"Mr. Zhang, you are not kind."

After Wu Xie finished speaking, he burped. He raised his hand and waved it in front of his nose to get rid of the lingering smell of alcohol.

"Oh, it's really hard to drink your wine. I won't cheat this time. Let's play some serious games."

Zhang Yecheng looked at the wine bottle taken away by Zhang Qiling, his eyes filled with strong desire.

Zhang Qiling glanced at his expectant eyes, thought for a moment, and placed the bottle of wine in the center of the table.

When Zhang Yecheng saw it, his face instantly lit up with smiles, and he shook his head happily, just like an old naughty boy with a childish nature.

"Then let's make a deal. This time, no one is allowed to cheat. If we are caught, we won't be allowed to drink for the next ten years."

"Okay, I agree with Fatty, Mr. Zhang, do you agree?"

Zhang Yecheng frowned and thought for a moment, then he closed his eyes, made up his mind, and slammed the table with his right hand, making a thumping sound.

"I won't drink for ten years, come on, who's afraid of you two little brats?"

"Okay, Old Zhang is generous and naive, come on."

"Come on, little brother, supervise, sticks, tigers, chickens......"

Wu Xie, Fatty, and Zhang Yecheng started playing together again. Zhang Qiling sat quietly aside, watching their games and acting as a supervisor.

While everyone was in a mess, a star gate with flashing light suddenly appeared in Zhang family in Northeast China, thousands of miles away.

Han Yan walked out of the star gate and looked around. The surrounding houses and courtyards were covered with dust, and there were fallen leaves and extending vines everywhere.

Silver spider webs are spread all over every corner. This large house, which once housed a large number of people, is now in ruins.

She walked around and looked around, visiting every corner of the Zhang family's home. Every corner of this huge family compound was filled with her and Zhang Qiling's footprints.

Hanyan stayed in the small courtyard where she lived in her childhood. The ginkgo tree in the courtyard was still lush and green. Many years had passed, but it was the only one that remained the same, with its charm and elegance unchanged.

The plum tree in the corner was entangled with vines, and its dead branches had fallen to the ground. Just a light step would turn it into a pile of powder.

"So, you died too."

She gazed at the lifeless plum tree, sighed softly, and with a slight wave of her hand, the withered plum tree came back to life and sprouted branches and leaves.

Han Yan is now a god. She can go anywhere in the world as she wishes. She only needs to think about it and she can come and go freely between heaven and earth.

She walked along the corridor step by step to the gate of Zhang's house. The gate was locked from the outside. With a thought, she was already standing in the bamboo forest outside Zhang's house.

She turned around and looked back. The tall courtyard wall of the Zhang family was hidden behind the bamboo forest. It was vague and only a little shadow could be seen when the wind blew the bamboo.

Han Yan withdrew her gaze. The past events were still clearly imprinted in her mind and memory. Now that she returned here, everything and everyone had changed.

She smiled self-deprecatingly. She once wanted to escape from here the most, but now, she is back here. What she misses most is the time she spent in Zhang's house when she was a child.

Just because, at that time, there were Zhang Qiling and Zhang Yecheng, and the three of them were together, laughing and playing. Looking back now, that was the happiest time.

When she grew up, the Zhang family fell apart and everyone went their separate ways. She and Zhang Qiling traveled around, and Zhang Yecheng went abroad. They were together less and less, and could never go back to the past.

Finally, after waiting for everything to be over, she was about to die again...

"I haven't even prepared the banquet I promised to make for the stinky old man. I don't know if he's eating it now."

Han Yan muttered softly, and felt a dull pain in her heart. She shook her head and smiled bitterly, with a serious expression on her face.

She looked at the bamboo forest blown by the wind, and suddenly wanted to go to the Zhang family's ancient building to see Zhang Qiling, even though she knew clearly that he would never open his eyes and wake up again...

She just wanted to see him again, even just for a second.

The next moment, Han Yan was already on the first floor of the Zhang family's ancient building. She looked up at the eighth floor which was glowing with light, flew up directly, and landed steadily on the corridor on the eighth floor.

Han Yan looked at the vermilion door in front of her, took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and walked towards the coffin in the center of the room.

"Brother, I..."

Before she could finish her words, she saw the empty space next to the coffin and froze in place for a moment, her heart filled with a feeling of helplessness.

"Where's Brother? Could it be that after Wu Xie and Master came in, they took Brother to some other place? But that doesn't make sense. They took Brother away, why didn't they take me with them?"

Hanyan looked at Zhang Hanyan, who was dressed in red, next to her. She had used Zhang Hanyan's face and body for decades.

She was extremely familiar with the face and body in front of her. Now, seeing her former self lying in front of her, the shock and discomfort brought by this scene were not small at all.

"Uh... the feeling of looking directly at your own corpse is not pleasant at all."

Han Yan closed her eyes and decided to go back to Hangzhou to ask Wu Xie first. She turned around and walked out, and the next moment, she appeared in a courtyard in Hangzhou.

She looked at the courtyard that was engraved deep in her memory. The familiar plants and trees were still the same as before. Even after so many years, there was still no change.

"It seems that Master has tidied up this yard quite well."

She stood in the garden, quietly admiring the blooming roses...

The last time the roses bloomed, she left this world. This time the roses bloomed, she returned to this world.

Hanyan glanced at the rockery and flowing water beside her, and the face reflected in the water made her realize that her current appearance was not the original Zhang Hanyan.

She touched her face, and the next moment, her expression changed, becoming exactly the same as Zhang Hanyan's face, with no difference at all.

"This way, Master will recognize me."

Zhang Qiling cleaned up the wine bottles that had fallen over on the table, put the bottles that were scattered all over the table in a bamboo basket, carried it out, and prepared to throw it into the garbage station outside.

As soon as he walked out of the house, he saw Han Yan standing under the roses. She was wearing a bright red dress and was looking at herself in the fish pond with her head tilted and smiling softly.

Bang! ——The bamboo basket in Zhang Qiling's hand fell to the ground, and the wine bottle shattered, scattering scattered sharp fragments all over the ground.

Her appearance was like a dream. He stood there, staring at her intently, forgetting everything around him.