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

The two managers in the camp were both seriously injured by Zhang Hanyan, and the entire camp fell into silence. After what happened that day, no one dared to approach Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling's tent easily.

It took Zhang Qishan and Qiu Dekao a whole year of recuperation before they could barely walk. The first thing they did when they woke up was to confirm with the people around them whether Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling had left.

"Master Buddha, they didn't leave. They stayed in the tent the whole time, occasionally going out to walk around the area, as if they were looking for something."

Zhang Qishan looked at the leaves blowing in the breeze and said in a deep voice, "If they don't leave, there must be something that the Nine Gates need to do. Wait for them to come back and let them come to see me."

The adjutant looked at the determination on Zhang Qishan's face and an embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Master Buddha, given the Saint's temper, I'm afraid she won't come."

Zhang Qishan's mind flashed with Zhang Hanyan's superb skills, and he couldn't help but frown, his face darkening.

"Then let's go!"

There was a chill in his words, his eyes narrowed, an icy chill covered them, and murderous intent surged.

"Yes, I will send Master Buddha over now."

The adjutant found a stretcher and asked two people to carry Zhang Qiling to Zhang Qiling's tent.

Not long after he arrived, Jude Kao was also carried in front of him on a stretcher. Their eyes met, and they both snorted coldly and turned away.

The sky gradually darkened, and the good times seemed particularly gentle even in the darkness.

Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan strolled back to the camp bathed in the moonlight. As soon as they lifted the curtain, they saw Zhang Qishan and Qiu Dekao who were at loggerheads with each other.

"What are you two doing here?"

Zhang Hanyan questioned coldly, and almost subconsciously took a step to the left to protect Zhang Qiling behind her.

Zhang Qishan forced himself to look kinder and spoke softly.

"I think that the clan leader and the saint girl are willing to stay and help us because there must be something that needs us to do. I just came to ask what it is so that I can arrange it immediately."

He acted so humble on purpose that Jude Kao, who was watching the show, was stunned. The expression on his face was as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhang Qiling glanced at him coldly, totally ignoring his self-directed performance.

He looked at the moths flying towards the fire in the distance and said, "We can help you get what you want, on the condition that the Nine Gates select one person every ten years to go to Changbai Mountain to guard the Bronze Gate!"

He turned his gaze back to Zhang Qishan, "One person every ten years, without interruption!"

"Okay!" Zhang Qishan nodded.

One person every ten years? Oh, I agree first, so what? As long as I get what I want, I don't care whether they go or not!

Zhang Hanyan saw through Zhang Qishan’s true thoughts at a glance. In the original plot, the people from the Nine Gates had indeed never sent anyone there once.

They agreed on the surface, but in reality, they never kept their promises!

"Since you have agreed, choose someone right now and we will take him there. We will come back after he enters the bronze gate."

As Zhang Hanyan spoke, he glanced at Zhang Qishan's subordinates in the tent. Those who were able to follow him at all times were his most trusted guards.

She pointed at a man standing behind Zhang Qishan and said, "Let's pick him! Let's leave early tomorrow morning!"

The chosen man was also a member of the Zhang family, so he naturally knew what kind of place the Bronze Gate was. He looked at Zhang Hanyan's green fingers and felt as if he had been chosen by the god of death. He was covered in cold sweat and trembling.

"I...I won't go! I won't go to that damn place! I will die! I will die!"

The man's shouting made Zhang Qishan feel extremely embarrassed. If he could move now, he would have killed him with a knife.

"Shut up!" Zhang Qishan roared, "Since the Saint chose you, it is your honor. Go back and pack your things. Leave early tomorrow morning!"

Zhang Qishan's decisiveness completely cut off all the man's escape routes. He staggered and collapsed on the ground, his face filled with a look of despair and despair.

Zhang Qishan didn't want to see the man's embarrassing appearance anymore, so he turned to look at his adjutant and said, "Take him away and keep him under strict supervision. Send the personal guards and the clan leader to set off together tomorrow morning."

"Yes!"

The adjutant raised his hand and the people next to him immediately stepped forward and dragged the dazed man out of the tent.

"Since Patriarch Zhang has agreed to help us, there is no reason for me to stay here. See you later!"

After Jude Kao finished speaking, he raised his chin slightly. The people beside him immediately understood, bent down, lifted the stretcher and took him out of the tent.

"Patriarch and Saint, have a good rest. I am not feeling well, so I will go back to rest first. Adjutant, let's go!"

"Yes, Lord Buddha."

Zhang Hanyan watched them leave. After listening to their footsteps gradually fading away, she pulled Zhang Qiling to sit down and looked at him solemnly.

"Brother, when we set out tomorrow morning, Zhang Qishan will definitely ask one of us to stay behind, saying that he is worried about us leaving together. I guess that person will be me.

First, you are the patriarch. In their understanding, only the patriarch can open the bronze door, so he will let you go.

Second, he knows that we have a close relationship, and you agreed to Jude Kao because you wanted to save me. He will definitely keep me here to threaten you. As long as I am here, you will definitely come back.

Tomorrow morning, if he makes such a decision, you don't have to rush to refuse, just leave first, I will definitely catch up with you."

"But……"

"Brother, trust me!"

Zhang Hanyan interrupted Zhang Qiling and spoke firmly.

Her firm attitude made Zhang Qiling not know how to refute her. Even though he was reluctant in his heart, he could only nod in agreement.

"Okay, I promise you, but you have to come quickly. If you come more than three days, I will come back to find you."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Zhang Hanyan stretched out the little finger of her right hand and looked at him with a smile.

Under Zhang Qiling's puzzled gaze, he leaned over and pulled up his left hand. In the dim light, the two little fingers were intertwined with each other.

"Pin, don't change for a hundred years!"

a hundred years……

Zhang Qiling's eyes suddenly narrowed, and a deep gaze fell on her, with a hint of a smile in his deep eyes.

Hanyan, you must remember, one hundred years...

Early in the morning, Zhang Qishan's personal guards were ready to go. The man chosen by Zhang Hanyan last night was tied up with hemp ropes, leaving him no chance of escape.

"Patriarch, you can take them with you. My personal guards are very skilled and can absolutely guarantee your safety on the road. As for the Saint Girl... she may need to stay here and wait for your return."

The further Zhang Qishan spoke, the smaller his voice became. He completely lacked the aura of a decisive and ruthless warlord.

"Okay, I'll stay, and it's also to comfort... the Great Buddha!"

When Zhang Hanyan addressed him, she deliberately omitted his last name. She was telling him blatantly that he, a traitor who betrayed his family, was no longer worthy of the last name Zhang!