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

"Little official, have you been doing well these years? Those people who took you away, how did they...treat you?"

Bai Ma asked hesitantly, fearing that he would hear something he shouldn't hear.

Zhang Qiling sat beside the bed, looking at her quietly. At this moment, his mood was very complicated. He didn't know how to get along with her.

Maternal love was something he had never had before, but now that he suddenly had it, he felt a little scared.

"I'm fine." He said lightly, not avoiding Bai Ma's gaze.

Bai Ma looked at him with loving eyes. Her gaze stayed on him, not wanting to leave for a moment, as if she could never look enough.

"When I woke up, I seemed to see a very beautiful girl in a trance. Who is she? Is she also from that family?"

Cold smoke!

Zhang Qiling suddenly remembered at this moment that he hadn't seen her for almost two days. He looked outside the house, looking for Zhang Hanyan, but there was no sign of her. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see any trace of her.

A very bad premonition emerged in his heart. He felt that Zhang Hanyan was moving away from him, and he might never see her again in the future.

He ran out in panic and went straight to Lama Deren's residence.

"Master, the one who came with me..."

"She is in Room 13, and they say she hasn't left her room for two days."

Lama Deren interrupted him and answered Zhang Qiling's question slowly in a voice as ancient as the sound of an ancient bell.

Zhang Qiling turned around and left quickly, hurriedly found the thirteenth room, and just as he stood outside the door, he smelled a hint of blood.

The moment I pushed the door open, a strong smell of blood hit me in the face. It was the smell of Qilin blood...

The blood-stained yellow talismans all over the floor came into view. Zhang Hanyan, dressed in red, was lying silently on the bed. At a glance, her calm chest did not move at all.

Zhang Qiling looked at all this in disbelief. The shocking scene before him made him feel cold all over, as if all the blood in his body had frozen in an instant.

"Cold...Cold smoke..."

He didn't dare make too much noise, as if afraid of disturbing the person sleeping in the bed. He walked over step by step with difficulty and sat down on the edge of the bed in a exhausted manner.

He held her hand. Her hand was completely cold and without any warmth.

"Hanyan, you...wake up, it's time for us to go home..."

Zhang Qiling looked at her. He felt as if his chest was being cut by a knife. His hands were shaking constantly. His voice choked several times and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

He tried to wipe the blood from the corner of Zhang Hanyan's mouth with his trembling hands. His movements were gentle, fearing to hurt her, but no matter how hard he tried, the dried blood could not be wiped off.

A tear fell from the red eye sockets onto Zhang Hanyan's lips, reflecting a crystal light under the setting sun.

"What's going on?" Bai Ma, who was helped to the door by the little lama, looked at everything in the room helplessly.

She was shocked by the sadness on Zhang Qiling's face. She didn't expect that Zhang Qiling, who grew up in that family, would have the emotions that a normal person should have.

Bai Ma looked at the talismans scattered on the ground. She always felt that the ancient and mysterious runes were familiar to her.

"Go and call the Master over."

She urged the little lama beside her, and the little lama responded and ran hurriedly in the direction of Lama Deren.

Although Lama Deren is old, he is in good health and arrived here in a short while.

As soon as he arrived, he reached out and touched Zhang Hanyan's neck. His pulse was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable.

"Her pulse is too weak. I can only try my best."

Zhang Qiling suppressed the constant pain in his chest, slowly raised his head and looked at him, "Save her."

There was an almost humble plea in the hoarse voice.

Lama Deren sighed and said, "I can only say, try your best. She is seriously injured and the blood in her body is almost gone. If we can find someone with the same blood as hers to give her a blood transfusion, there will be more hope."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Qiling raised his knife and slashed his wrist with the sharp dagger, and blood gushed out continuously.

"Use mine. Our blood is the same."

"Junior official!"

Bai Ma screamed and anxiously wanted to go forward to cover his wound. She hadn't walked for many years and staggered as she stood up. If the little lama hadn't quickly supported her, she would have fallen to the ground.

Zhang Qiling just glanced at her indifferently, then looked back at Lama Deren, his eyes firm and unquestionable.

"Okay, now that you've decided, let's get started."

Under the operation of Lama Deren, the blood in Zhang Qiling's body was successfully transferred into Zhang Hanyan's body.

Bai Ma looked at Zhang Qiling lying on the bed with heartache. The bright red blood stung her eyes and caused her heart to feel a tingling pain.

When the time was almost up, Lama Deren was ready to stop the blood transfusion equipment, but his hands were held firmly by Zhang Qiling, and he could not move.

"Wait a little longer, lose more."

“But if you continue like this, your body won’t be able to take it,” Lama Deren said worriedly.

"It's ok."

Bai Ma could only sit quietly and watch it all. She had no right to stop Zhang Qiling's decision, even though she was his mother.

When Zhang Qiling was about to reach his limit, Deren Lama ignored his attempts to stop him and forcibly pulled out the blood transfusion tube to stop his bleeding.

"If you continue, your life will be in danger. You don't want her to see your dead body when she wakes up, right?"

Lama Deren's words stopped Zhang Qiling, who was about to continue inserting the tube into his own blood vessels. He looked at Zhang Hanyan, whose face was gradually turning red, and let go of the hose in frustration.

Lama Deren, who was about to leave, stepped on the talismans on the ground, making a rustling sound.

No one noticed the strange talisman on the ground just now. Even if they saw it, there was no time to check it, let alone study it.

He squatted down and picked up a talisman, but it was just an unfinished talisman and nothing could be seen of it.

Just when he was about to give up the search, a flash of inspiration came to his mind and ancient memories emerged in his mind. In that memory, the talisman was unusually clear.

“The Soul-Returning Talisman… Turns out, there really is a Soul-Returning Talisman in this world!”

His calm eyes sparkled with excitement. He picked up the talismans one by one, trying to find a complete one.

"What is the soul-returning talisman?"

Zhang Qiling asked softly. He knew that these were all drawn by Zhang Hanyan, but he didn’t know the specific functions of these talismans.

Lama Deren slowly sat down on the chair, his eyes fixed on the talisman in his hand, and told what he knew.