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

In Beijing, white silk was hung high in the Huo family's memorial hall. Members of the Huo family moved silently in the solemn and dignified mourning hall, welcoming guests who came to pay their respects.

In the center of the mourning hall, there is a black coffin. In front of the coffin, there are incense tables, candles, tablets, three kinds of animals and tributes.

Huo Xiuxiu and Huo Ling, dressed in white and wearing mourning cloths, knelt in front of the coffin and put the paper money in their hands one by one into the copper basin in front of them.

The flames rose and devoured the thin yellow papers. In just a moment, the yellow papers turned into black ashes, which flew all over the sky when the wind blew.

"Xiuxiu."

When Xie Yuchen heard the news, he hurried to the Xie family, but all he saw was the coffin of Huo Xiangu and the Huo family members kneeling on the ground in the mourning hall.

He picked up three incense sticks, lit them, bowed solemnly three times to the coffin, and then inserted the three incense sticks in his hand into the incense burner.

"Xiu Xiu, don't be sad. Old Madam Huo is old. Besides, she was poisoned in the Zhang family's ancient building. She has no regrets to have been able to hold on until now and see your aunt return home."

Huo Xiuxiu did not answer. She cried silently and hoarsely, and her tears fell one by one and fell on the cold, hard floor.

Xie Yuchen looked at Huo Ling who was kneeling beside him. Her eyes were also red, and she looked dull and wooden, filled with an unspeakable sadness.

The other members of the Huo family in the mourning hall all acted sad, some of them sincere and some fake.

He swept his eyes across the mourning hall, taking in almost all the thoughts expressed on the faces of the other members of the Huo family.

He was not afraid of these people making trouble. Huo Xiuxiu had long been the head of the Huo family and had a certain deterrent power in the Huo family.

Besides, behind Huo Xiuxiu, there are the Jie family and the Wu family. In his opinion, these small fry are nothing to be afraid of.

"Xiu Xiu, Xiao Hua."

Led by Huo Shao, Wu Xie walked into the mourning hall. He went through the worship ceremony before walking to stand beside Xie Yuchen.

He had just stood still and hadn't had a chance to talk to Jie Yuchen when he saw a group of people walking in from the gate.

They walked side by side, passed by all the Huo family members and guests who were chatting and chatting with each other, entered the mourning hall, and lit three incense sticks for Huo Xiangu.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, Uncle Jie, Aunt Wenjin, Fatty, Yuncai, Xiaobai, Panzi, Heiye, Aning, why are you all here?"

"I was traveling in Beijing and happened to run into Fatty and Yuncai who were shopping in a funeral clothing store. That's when I learned about Huo Xiangu's death, and I followed them here."

Aning stood beside Wu Xie and talked to him in a low voice.

"Not only us, Brother and Han Yan are here too. They will be here soon. We heard the news of Huo Xiangu's passing.

We know that some people in the Huo family will definitely be ready to make a move, so we are here to support Xiuxiu, so that some blind people can see that Xiuxiu is not someone they can touch. "

The fat man leaned sideways, lowered his head and frowned, approached Wu Xie and spoke softly.

Even though he had deliberately lowered his voice, every word he said was heard by Huo Xiuxiu and Huo Ling who were kneeling in front of him.

Wu Xie nodded in understanding and moved closer to Wu Erbai and Wu Sanxing.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, are you here to support Xiuxiu too? Third Uncle is fine, but Second Uncle, you are not someone who can do such a thing, right?"

Wu Erbai glared at him and said, "I came to Beijing to take care of some things and came to pay my respects."

"That's what I told you, Second Uncle, you're not the kind of person who would come here just for something like this."

Wu Xie muttered to himself in a low voice, not noticing that Wu Sanxing's face had turned purple. Chen Wenjin bumped into him calmly, signaling him to be more restrained.

Wu Sansheng pretended to be serious and frowned, retracting the faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The distinguished guest has arrived!"

At the gate, the Huo family's gatekeeper shouted loudly, and everyone turned to look at the gate. They wanted to know who was coming.

Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling walked side by side, and behind them were Xiliu and Zhang Mo.

Today, Zhang Hanyan changed her fiery red dress and wore a pure white long skirt that trailed on the ground. When the breeze blew, the veil fluttered like smoke and mist.

She walked in the morning glow, and under the shining of the rising sun, her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of faint golden light, like a fairy descending from the sky to the mortal world.

Zhang Qiling was dressed in black casual clothes, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, his eyes were like stars, his facial features were three-dimensional and distinct, and his natural handsomeness carried an indescribable sharpness and majesty.

There was no expression on his face, his eyes were as cold as a knife, and his thin lips were slightly pursed, as if he was a god looking down on all living beings.

Xi Liu was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, his face was as handsome as jade, his temperament was extraordinary, his manners were elegant and calm, and his whole body exuded an aura that was not tainted by the dust.

He just stood there quietly, like a snow lotus on the top of a snowy mountain, elegant and indifferent, noble and unparalleled.

Zhang Mo was wearing a green suit, his eyes were like water, his lips were red and his teeth were white. He was handsome and his posture was elegant and noble, as if he had walked out of a painting.

"Oh my god, who are these? Aren't they too good-looking?"

"Yes, yes, I really like the man in white. He suits my taste perfectly."

The woman in white cheongsam stared at Xiliu, her eyes moving along with Xiliu.

"I like the one in cyan. He's my favorite."

The woman in the black dress looked at Zhang Mo. The more she looked at him, the more she liked him, and her face was full of determination.

"I wonder what kind of vision you have. Can't you see the guy in black in front? He's obviously the best looking, okay?"

The woman in the white dress stared at Zhang Qiling without blinking, her eyes full of obsession.

"Sister, if you are blind, go and have a look at your eyes. The man in black is obviously a couple with the woman in white."

"Yeah, they look so good together standing like this, I want to... "

Hearing this, the woman in white looked at Zhang Hanyan, sneered disdainfully, and gazed at Zhang Qiling affectionately.

"I like him, I want him."

When the other two girls heard her say this, they looked at each other, then slowly moved away from her in silence, no longer wanting to stand with her.

The expressions of disgust on their faces were as if they were looking at the dirtiest garbage in the world.

"I didn't expect that she would actually want to be a mistress and interfere in other people's relationships. It's disgusting."

"Yes, let's stay away from her. I think those people are not easy to deal with. Otherwise, she will commit suicide and her blood will splash on us."

In the courtyard, everyone was whispering about Zhang Hanyan, Zhang Qiling and the other three who had just entered the mourning hall.

They whispered to each other, all wanting to know where they came from.