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

Zhiya——Zhang Hanyan opened the door and walked out, and saw Zhang Qiling sitting on the sofa at a glance.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and they were each surprised for a moment. When their eyes met, a faint smile flashed across each other's eyes.

"Han Yan, why are you out so early today?"

Zhang Hanyan walked down the stairs slowly, "Well, I have finished reading all the books in the room. Brother, what do you want to eat today?"

There are many books in this manor. In order to conceal her purpose, Zhang Hanyan had to move all the books into her room.

She told Zhang Qiling that life here was too boring and she wanted to finish reading all those books.

Staying alone in the room, reading quietly.

Zhang Qiling didn't understand why she had to read in her room, but he didn't ask any more questions and just nodded in agreement.

After reading it? Will she never lock herself in her room again?

"Han Yan, will you... lock yourself in your room to read again in the future?"

Zhang Hanyan knelt beside the coffee table and played with a round ornament on the table. "No, I've already finished reading the book. Why would I lock myself in the room?"

She looked at Zhang Qiling suspiciously, "Brother, why are you asking this?"

Zhang Qiling hurriedly turned his head away from her gaze, "No, I was just asking."

"Oh, well..."

Zhang Hanyan continued to turn the crystal ball on the table. The sunlight shone on the sphere, refracting colorful light.

Zhang Qiling looked at her steadily. The colorful lights shining on her face made her look even more charming and enchanting with her red lips.

In his memory, she was usually dressed in fiery red, whether it was a red cotton-padded jacket in winter or a red long skirt in summer.

This brilliant red color exudes vibrant vitality, is breathtakingly beautiful and dazzling.

It was this touch of red that illuminated his originally dark life and became the only ray of light in his life.

"Brother! Brother?"

Zhang Hanyan waved her hand in front of Zhang Qiling's eyes and called out softly.

"Hmm? Oh, well, I..."

Knock, knock, knock - the sound of knocking on the door interrupted Zhang Qiling's unfinished words, and at the same time, eased the slight embarrassment in his heart.

"I'll drive it!"

Zhang Hanyan stood up and ran to the door and opened it. Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man dressed in black.

He took a step back and said, "Saint, this is an expedited letter from home."

Zhang Hanyan took the envelope he presented with both hands. Even without reading it, she had already guessed the contents inside. It was nothing more than asking them to go back and quell the rebellion of the Zhang family and take charge of the overall situation.

"Well, I understand, you can go back."

The man bowed slightly, took two steps back and turned to leave.

Zhang Hanyan opened the letter and glanced through it quickly, then walked back and handed it to Zhang Qiling.

"The Zhang family is in chaos. They asked us to go back and leave immediately after receiving the letter. Brother, it seems that we have to go back to celebrate the New Year this year."

Zhang Qiling put down the letter he had finished reading and said, "Well, should we leave now or tomorrow morning?"

"It's just eight o'clock now. It's still early. Let's go now. The earlier we set off, the earlier we can arrive. I want to go back and see what kind of monsters those troublemakers are."

"Okay, pack up and leave right away!"

"it is good!"

The two went back to their rooms, packed their luggage and went out. When they reached the gate of the manor, they saw the man who had delivered the letter just now. There was a black car parked next to him.

"Patriarch, Saint, I will take you to the train station. I have already bought the tickets for one o'clock in the afternoon."

Zhang Hanyan looked at his respectful appearance and smiled playfully.

"How do you know we have to leave now? What if we leave tomorrow?"

The man lowered his head and chuckled, "I have already bought the train tickets for tomorrow. The Patriarch and the Saint can leave at any time. I will be waiting here."

Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling looked at each other without saying anything. They just silently opened the car door and walked in and sat down.

The vehicle started driving from the quiet suburbs to the bustling city, and a few hours later, it stopped at the gate of the train station.

"Patriarch, Saint, we have arrived at the train station. Have a safe trip."

Zhang Hanyan paused as she was about to open the car door and looked at the man sitting in front of her.

"Send someone to take good care of the manor where we live. Don't let it go to waste. If possible, plant more flowers in the garden. Who knows, we may come back someday."

The man didn't expect her to say this. He was slightly surprised for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

"Okay, we will definitely take good care of it."

"Remember to plant more beautiful flowers, little brother, let's go."

Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling got off the car, closed the door, and each carried a simple backpack and walked into the sparsely populated train station.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the train started on time, and the long carriage carrying a few people left Berlin, Germany.

After a long and bumpy journey, Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling finally stood outside the familiar Zhang family gate again.

The huge stone lions on both sides of the gate are still majestic, with no signs of erosion by time.

But the faded door knocker and the gradually blurred carvings on the door told them that time had slipped away quietly, leaving traces behind.

"Brother, we are home! The days ahead are going to be difficult. Are you ready?"

Zhang Qiling looked at her and smiled calmly, "Well, don't be afraid."

As long as you are with me, I am not afraid no matter how difficult it is.

Zhang Hanyan smiled brightly, "Then let's go in! I haven't been back for two years, and I don't know if those people's kung fu has improved or if they can withstand my torture."

Zhang Qiling knew who she was talking about. It was none other than those old guys in the Elders' Council and the masters who guarded the Elders' Council.

She climbed the stairs with light steps, as if she had no fear of what was behind the door.

Zhang Hanyan pushed open the door and walked into the Zhang family with Zhang Qiling after two years.

They moved forward step by step. The lanterns on both sides of the road lit up one by one. The two men walked in the dim light, their footsteps light and without making any sound.

At the end of the road, the Great Elder and the other elders stood there waiting with serious expressions.

Compared to the anxiety on their faces, Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling had completely indifferent and silent expressions on their faces, as if it had nothing to do with them.

"Welcome back, Patriarch and Saint!"

The elders shouted in unison, and the Zhang family members who were hiding in the dark and peeking around quickly left under Zhang Hanyan's gaze.

"Why are there only a few of you? Where's the Second Elder? Why can't I see him?"

Even though the elders knew that Zhang Hanyan was asking questions knowing the answer, there was nothing they could do. After all, they had no evidence that she had attacked Qingsong.