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

At night, the cold wind howls, and the moment the huge bell rings, it means that the new year is about to begin.

Zhang Qiling lay motionless on the bed. The candle on the table was burning only a small piece and was about to go out, but the person he was waiting for had not come yet.

He got up from the bed, took out a brand new candle and stood in front of the table. The moment the burning candle burned out, he lit the new candle.

The room was dark for only a moment, and in the blink of an eye, it was bright again.

The moment the candle was lit again, a figure appeared at the window.

Zhang Qiling turned around and looked at Qingsong standing by the window, his eyes glancing at the backpack containing bronze bells on the bed.

"You found the bronze bell, didn't you?"

Qingsong's voice was still so hoarse and unpleasant, as harsh as a knife scratching glass.

"Found it, your previous promise..."

"No hurry. Tomorrow morning, take the bronze bell to the Elders' Council. There, everything you want to know and everything you want will come true.

Remember, you can only go alone, Hanyan, I can only wait for you to come back here."

He left as soon as he finished speaking, without giving Zhang Qiling any time to think.

Zhang Qiling walked to the bed and picked up the backpack. The bronze bell inside was stuffed with cotton. If he didn't take out the cotton, the bell would never make a sound.

He turned his head to look at the open window. In the candlelight, fine and dense snowflakes fluttered down, silently landing on the ground, disappearing, and melting.

The howling snowstorm that had been raging all night suddenly stopped when the sun rose on New Year's Day.

"Hey bro, where are you going with your backpack?"

Zhang Hanyan came out of the kitchen and just saw Zhang Qiling walking out of the room carrying a backpack. She knew what was in the backpack.

"House of Elders, I'm going alone, you wait for me to come back."

Zhang Qiling's expression was solemn, which gave Zhang Hanyan a bad feeling.

The unquestionable tone in his voice made her not know how to refute. She knew that no one could change his decision.

She suppressed her uneasiness and said with a smile, "Okay, then come back early. I will prepare some dumplings for you on the first day of the new year."

Zhang Qiling nodded slightly, "Okay, I will be back before dark."

He put on his backpack, walked out of the yard under Zhang Hanyan's gaze, and headed towards an unknown future.

The Elders' Council was exceptionally quiet today. Not even the sound of birds could be heard. Snow covered every corner of the courtyard, looking pure, white and solemn.

Zhang Qiling walked around every silk thread connected to the bronze bells throughout the courtyard and walked effortlessly to the center of the Elders' Council and stood still.

He stood there quietly, looking at the closed doors around him. Facing everything in front of him, his eyes revealed calmness and silence.

Creaky—all the tightly closed doors in the Elders' Court opened at once. In addition to the elders, there was also a masked man standing next to the chief elder.

The masked man was wearing a silver robe. Unlike the third elder's white robe, his silver robe looked particularly noble.

"Qiling, come here."

The masked man waved at Zhang Qiling, and the hoarse and unpleasant voice made him immediately confirm who the masked man was.

Qingsong, who stayed in that weed-covered courtyard all year round, was actually a member of the Elders' Council.

Looking at his appearance today, I'm afraid even the Great Elder wouldn't dare to say a single extra word in front of him.

Zhang Qiling suppressed his shock and walked up to them calmly.

"Qiling, take out the bronze bell that belongs to the clan leader!"

All the elders were looking at him. They couldn't believe that this young boy, who was only fourteen years old, had actually taken it out in the extremely dangerous ancient city of Sizhou.

If the bronze bell in his backpack is real, then a decision can be made regarding what everyone discussed last night.

In full view of everyone, Zhang Qiling took out a huge bronze bell from his backpack.

This bronze bell is a token held by successive patriarchs of the Zhang family. Only by holding this bronze bell can one enter the patriarch's room, which is full of traps, and learn all the secrets of the Zhang family that have been passed down for thousands of years.

Not only that, this bronze bell can also control all the other bronze bells. As long as it exists, the illusions created by the other small bronze bells can be easily broken.

The moment Zhang Qiling took out the bronze bell, all the elders except Qingsong stared with surprise.

As long as there is this bronze bell, it means that the Zhang family will welcome a new patriarch!

And this new patriarch will shoulder the secrets that the Zhang family has guarded for thousands of years and continue to move forward!

Qingsong raised his right hand and took off the mask on his face, revealing his face that was burned by fire and covered with scars.

"Qi Ling, don't you want to see what I look like? I said, as long as you bring back the bronze bell, I will let you know what I look like.

Now, my first promise has been fulfilled. As for the second promise, it is that you want freedom and want to leave the Zhang family.

I will keep this promise.

But...you can leave the Zhang family, but the prerequisite is that you must forget everything about the Zhang family.

As long as you choose to forget, I promise that you and Han Yan will fly far away and be free from now on, and will no longer be bound here. "

After Qingsong finished speaking, he waved to Xiliu who was standing aside. Xiliu immediately walked up to Zhang Qiling holding a cup of something unknown.

Zhang Qiling looked carefully and saw that the content in the cup was red liquid, the bright red color just like the blood in the body.

"What is this?" he asked coldly.

Qingsong smiled softly, "This is a potion specially made by the Zhang family that can make people forget their memories.

As long as you drink it, you will forget everything about the Zhang family and only remember every detail of your time with Han Yan.

As long as you forget, you can take Han Yan away from here, and we will never stop you."

Zhang Qiling stared at the rippling red potion. The bright red color made him feel nauseous.

He hesitated, not knowing whether he should believe what Qingsong said.

He raised his head and looked at the Third Elder in a white robe. The Third Elder forced himself not to avoid his gaze and looked directly into his eyes.

I'm sorry, kid. I know lying is wrong, but if we old men don't lie to you, the Zhang family will be really finished.

The Zhang family now must have a patriarch who forgets the past and obeys our orders. This person can only be you.

Sorry we lied to you...

The third elder looked at the red potion in the teacup and felt a deep sadness in his heart.

He had been sitting in the position of elder for hundreds of years, and he never imagined that one day they would actually rely on deception to make Zhang Qiling the new patriarch of the Zhang family.