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

“Even if you all look at me, I still don’t know. The Zhang Family Ancient Building is the Zhang Family’s top secret, and not everyone can access it.

Everyone standing here today has a close relationship with Chinese tombs. You should all know that there are only a few levels of anti-theft measures for tombs.

The first is that you can’t find it, the second is that you can’t open it, and the third is that you can’t take it away. The Zhang Family Ancient Building has achieved perfection in almost every aspect. Even if all nine of you gather together, you can’t get in.”

Zhang Hanyan looked at Zhang Qishan with a hint of sarcasm after she finished speaking, "And you, Zhang Qishan, a traitor to the Zhang family, are not even qualified to set foot in the Zhang family's ancient building!"

Her blatant ridicule completely infuriated Zhang Qishan, who was already on the verge of a rage. He decisively took out the pistol he was wearing close to his body and pointed the black muzzle directly at Zhang Hanyan's face.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Qiling immediately pulled Zhang Hanyan behind him to protect her, using his body to shield her tightly.

He looked coldly at Zhang Qishan, whose eyes were red. His gaze was grim, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and a hint of disgust appeared in his eyes.

Both of them stood there straight and motionless, no one spoke, and there was a chill all around them that came from the bottom of their hearts.

"Patriarch, I advise you to go with the Saint Girl and lead us to the Zhang Family Ancient Tower. Otherwise, the power behind me is not something you can contend with."

"Really? Zhang Qishan, you really think too highly of yourself, don't you? You are just a pawn being used by others, and you don't even know your own position."

Zhang Hanyan walked out of Zhang Qiling's protection circle, and the soft sword at her waist was unsheathed. A flash of silver light quickly passed through Zhang Qiling's eyes.

"Zhang Qishan, we have played with you for several years, and watched you behave like a clown for several years. Now, I am tired of it. I don't want to watch it anymore, and I don't want to play with you anymore. Goodbye!"

As she spoke, she took Zhang Qiling's hand and was about to leave. Zhang Qiling waved his hand and the people from the Nine Gates immediately surrounded them.

"Zhang Qishan, I thought you had learned your lesson from what happened before, but now it seems that you only remember the food and not the beating!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she swung her sword, and the sharp sword light, accompanied by the force of thunder, stabbed directly at Zhang Qishan who was standing behind her.

The long sword pierced into his bones, blood was flowing, and Zhang Qishan, who had been so arrogant just now, instantly fell to his knees on the ground, dying.

[Host, you can't kill him, the following plot still needs him! ]

"Saintess, please spare our Buddha, please!"

The adjutant knelt in front of Zhang Qishan and begged with tears in his eyes. He seemed unfeeling of the pain on his forehead and kowtowed and begged again and again.

"Little adjutant, this is the last time I will spare him. From now on, keep an eye on your master and don't let him come out and bite people like a mad dog."

"Yes, yes, thank you for your kindness, Saint. I will definitely advise the Buddha in the future. I will definitely advise the Buddha well."

The other people from the nine sects looked at this sudden change with blank expressions, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Brother, we..."

Before Zhang Hanyan could finish her words, the iron plate that had stopped rotating suddenly started to rotate, and the black axis in the middle of the iron plate rose up on its own, revealing a passage leading to the bottom.

"Roar!" - A creature covered with black hair jumped out of the passage and madly attacked the people around the iron plate.

The warm blood of their dead companions splashed on them drove them mad and made them feel the fear of death.

"Run!"

Inside the cave, gunshots rang out one after another. Countless bullets hit the black-haired monster, but to no avail, unable to stop his slaughter.

The first people to react had already run out of the cave, and in their panic they trampled on the pottery jars on the ground.

As the clay pot shattered, countless red corpse beetle kings flew out of the pot and began to attack the people in the cave.

But in an instant, the cave, which had been peaceful and quiet just a moment ago, became chaotic, filled with shouting and screaming.

"Brother, let's go!"

Zhang Hanyan took out two protective amulets and stuck them on herself and Zhang Qiling respectively, and together they ran outside, avoiding the screaming and fleeing crowd.

The amulet formed an invisible protective shield around their bodies, and even if the Corpse Beetle King approached them, it would be blocked outside by the shield.

When the two passed by Huo Xiangu, they saw a strand of black hair rushing towards her face. Without thinking, Zhang Qiling clamped the hair with his hair-hill finger and pushed her out of the cave.

Holy shit! Is this the power of plot?

Zhang Hanyan, who saw everything, sighed deeply in her heart.

"Hanyan, let's go."

Zhang Qiling took the lead in pushing Zhang Hanyan out of the cave. Just as he was about to leave, he saw the black bear who was driving away the corpse beetle dynasty running towards the cave entrance.

He ignored her and took the rope handed to him by Zhang Hanyan and started climbing up.

Only a few people reached the top of the mountain, and most of them died in the caves halfway up the mountain.

Just when everyone was worried that the Corpse Beetle King would fly out of the cave and attack them again, Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling had already left Siguniang Mountain together.

"Han Yan, where are we going?"

"Hangzhou, go home."

The two boarded the green train to Hangzhou. Zhang Qiling stood in the aisle waiting for Zhang Hanyan, wanting to reserve the window seat for her.

They have known each other for many years, and he is already familiar with some of her little habits.

One of them is that she likes to sit by the window when riding in a car, and she likes to look at the scenery along the way.

"Brother, are you waiting for me?"

"Well, you sit inside."

Zhang Hanyan looked towards the window and smiled calmly, "Thank you, little brother."

On the way to Hangzhou, Zhang Hanyan, feeling sleepy, remembered the promise she had made. She tentatively leaned her head on Zhang Qiling's shoulder, closed her eyes and prepared to sleep.

She clearly felt that the moment she approached Zhang Qiling, his body visibly stiffened.

"Brother, is it uncomfortable for you if I sleep next to you? Otherwise, I will buy a sleeper ticket?"

Zhang Qiling suddenly stopped her as she was about to get up to buy a new ticket, "No need, you're not feeling uncomfortable, go to sleep, we'll be there soon."

There was warmth in her hands, which subtly warmed his cold palms with the unintentional touch.

"Oh, all right then, call me when you get there."

"Yeah. I know."

Zhang Qiling waited until the person beside him could hear his even breathing before he dared to look down at her. He looked at her hands, which were white and slender. Every time he touched them, the scorching warmth would inadvertently burn him.

They are two extremes.

One is passionate, the other is taciturn; one is warm as spring, the other is cold as winter.

But these two extremely opposite people have known each other and accompanied each other through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the coming and going of summer and winter.