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

Zhang Qiling pulled the folded quilt on the bed and carefully covered Zhang Hanyan with it, moving slowly for fear of touching her wound.

[Host, there are pills for treating injuries in the system mall. Would you like to take one? The effect is immediate! ]

At this time, you still don't forget to do business and want me to spend my points, you profiteer!

[Ah, I am just selling you something you need. I will never recommend something you don’t need.]

How many points?

【Fifty points.】

roll!

The system sensed her anger and immediately chose to remain silent.

Zhang Qiling, sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, looked at the motionless Zhang Hanyan. He didn't know that she was bargaining with the system over a pill. He just thought that she was in so much pain that she couldn't move.

In fact, after Zhang Hanyan applied medicine and used her spiritual power to heal her wounds, she no longer felt much pain, but the wounds just looked horrible.

The reason why she didn't use spiritual energy to heal her wounds was naturally because she didn't want others to discover that she was different from others and thus arouse suspicion.

Although Zhang Hanyan was sleeping on her stomach and could not see Zhang Qiling's face, she could still feel his gaze.

"Brother? I'm not in pain anymore. It's already dark outside. Go back to sleep. I'm fine."

Zhang Hanyan didn't know that her words not only did not make Zhang Qiling feel better, but made him even more depressed.

"I'm really fine now. You should go back soon. Tomorrow is Chinese New Year. You must get a good rest tonight so that you will have enough energy to keep watch tomorrow."

With her persistent persuasion, Zhang Qiling finally left her room in the middle of the night and returned to his own room to rest.

The hazy moonlight outside the window sprinkles on the bamboo leaves beside the window, and the swaying bamboo leaves cast dark reflections on the window paper.

Zhang Qiling sat quietly on the bed. He couldn't sleep. The scene of Zhang Hanyan blocking the stick for him kept appearing in his mind.

The firmness and determination on her face, her unhesitating actions, the beads of sweat on her forehead, her pale face, and the dark and bleeding scars reappeared over and over again.

He spread his fingers, revealing the crescent-shaped marks on the palm of his hand.

That was when he was trying hard to control the panic, he clenched his fist too hard, his nails dug deep into the flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

"Why? Hanyan..."

Zhang Qiling sat quietly for the whole night, asking himself over and over again: Why? He wanted to know why Zhang Hanyan did this, the real reason.

But he thought about it all night, a whole night, and still couldn't find the answer.

"Are you up? Send the food to Hanyan's room. You two should stay at home today. I have something to go out for."

Zhang Yecheng stood outside the door and banged on it, pulling Zhang Qiling's thoughts back to their original state.

He left right after he finished speaking, without even waiting for Zhang Qiling's response, because he knew that Zhang Qiling would 100% ignore him.

One reason is that he doesn't like to talk.

Second, he beat Zhang Hanyan yesterday, and he beat her so hard.

Zhang Qiling took a look at the sky outside, stood up, opened the door and walked into the kitchen. He opened the lid of the pot and saw the food that Zhang Yecheng had warmed in the pot.

There was a lot of food, and it looked like enough for three meals.

He found a tray and took the food and put it on it. He searched around the kitchen and found a small spoon and put it in one of the bowls.

"Hanyan, eat!"

He pushed the door open and saw Zhang Hanyan sitting upright on the bed. Her face was still pale, but a little better than yesterday.

"Brother, are we the only ones eating? Where's the master?"

"gone."

Zhang Qiling pulled a low table over and placed it in front of the bed. After putting the tray on the low table, he handed the bowl with a spoon to Zhang Hanyan.

He deliberately pushed a few dishes in front of her, worried that she wouldn't be able to pick them up.

He looked up at her moving freely, pursed his lips and asked, "Are you... not in pain anymore?"

Zhang Hanyan had just taken a big bite of rice and had no way of answering his question.

She shook her head quickly, swallowed her food and said, "It doesn't hurt."

As she spoke, she raised her right hand high up and turned it left and right, front and back, "Look, it really doesn't hurt. I didn't lie to you."

Zhang Qiling stared at her every move nervously, observing her expression intently to make sure whether she was telling the truth.

Seeing that her expression was the same, he gradually felt relieved.

"Well, let's eat."

Today's meal was particularly quiet without Zhang Yecheng chattering beside us. The only sound we could hear was the clacking of dishes and chopsticks.

"Little brother, did the master say whether he would come back to celebrate the New Year in the evening?"

"No."

Zhang Qiling hurriedly cleaned up the dishes, took out the medicine left by Zhang Yecheng and placed it on the low table.

"Apply medicine."

Zhang Hanyan looked at the white porcelain medicine bottle in his hand. His two unusually long fingers were tightly gripping the medicine, as if the bottle would break immediately with just the slightest force.

"Just leave it here. I'll apply the medicine myself later."

Zhang Qiling looked at her steadily, with an expression as if if Zhang Hanyan didn't agree to him today, he would stand by the bed until the end of time.

The two of them were in a stalemate. In the end, Zhang Hanyan was defeated by his persistence. She could only helplessly turn her back to him, take off her heavy cotton jacket, and lie down on the bed.

Zhang Qiling slowly lifted up her clothes to avoid friction with her wound.

He poured the medicine onto the bruise and used his fingertips to gently spread the powder and apply it evenly.

His fingertips were cold, like the ice frozen under the eaves. The cold touch made Zhang Hanyan tremble unconsciously.

"Does it hurt? I'll be gentler."

Zhang Qiling softened his force, and if it weren't for the cold touch, one wouldn't have been able to feel his hand still applying the medicine.

"Little brother, you don't have to be so careful. I'm not hurt. It's just that your hands were too cold and I couldn't get used to it for a while."

Zhang Qiling lowered his eyelids and looked at his hands. He picked up his left hand, placed it on his face, and felt the temperature.

...so cool...

He quickened his movements, applying the medicine quickly while making sure that every part was covered with the powder, and covered her with a blanket to prevent her from catching a cold.

"All right."

"Thank you, little brother. You can go back and rest. I can do it myself."

Zhang Hanyan turned to look at him and gave him a bright smile, wanting him to go back and rest with peace of mind.

Zhang Qiling nodded, picked up the dishes and chopsticks on the coffee table and walked out.

The moment the door closed, Zhang Hanyan turned over, lay on her back on the bed, and stared at the white tent ceiling in a daze.

[Host, don’t you feel any pain? ]

It doesn't hurt. This little injury can be healed with spiritual power. It's already healed inside, it just looks more serious on the outside.

What? Are you unhappy that I didn't take care of your business this time?

[No, I'm just worried about you. ]