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

As the sun sets, every scene and object in Siguniang Mountain seems to be covered by a filter, becoming a little blurry, everything is ethereal, the cool evening breeze blows away the dryness, and people's hearts gradually calm down.

Zhang Qiling tiptoed into Zhang Hanyan's tent. She was sleeping peacefully on the bed. Her long and narrow eyelashes were like a small fan, casting a faint shadow under her eyelids.

He walked over with light steps, as quietly as a cat, and sat gently on the edge of the bed, watching her sleeping.

His eyes were tender as he stared at her intently, with a gentle smile on his lips.

The dark night seemed like an endless stream of thick ink painted across the sky, without even the glimmer of a star.

Zhang Qiling had just lit the lantern on the table when he heard a rustling sound coming from the bed.

He turned his head and saw that although Zhang Hanyan had lifted the quilt and sat up, she did not open her eyes.

"Hanyan, are you hungry?"

She nodded with her eyes closed, and before Zhang Qiling could speak, she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Brother, have you been here for a long time? I can feel you next to me when I sleep."

Zhang Qiling's handsome face involuntarily blushed and he said softly, "Well, the food is cold. I'll go heat it up."

As he said this, he turned and walked out. The still flickering candlelight seemed to remind her that she was not the only one in the tent just now.

Zhang Hanyan put on her coat and walked out. Zhang Qiling was sitting by the fire with his back to her. Next to the fire was a tin lunch box filled with food.

She walked over and sat next to him and handed him the kettle, "Drink some water, be careful of the heat."

"Ah."

Zhang Qiling tightly grasped the strap of the kettle, thinking about the question that had been bothering him for a long time, wondering whether he should ask her.

He originally thought that, since she was the saint of the Zhang family, she was extremely disgusted with Zhang Qiling's betrayal, but he discovered that she was not that hostile towards other members of the Zhang family who followed Zhang Qiling.

It seemed that she simply hated Zhang Qishan, but he had never thought of the reason why she hated Zhang Qishan.

He hesitated for a while, then turned his head and stared at her profile. "Han Yan, I have something I want to ask you."

"Well, you ask. If I know it, I will definitely tell you." Zhang Hanyan answered while casually poking the fire with a small wooden stick.

Zhang Qiling pursed his lips and said, "Can you tell me why you hate Zhang Qishan so much?"

Zhang Hanyan paused in fiery motion and subconsciously looked at Zhang Qiling. Their eyes met and he caught the flash of panic in her eyes.

"I... I don't know why, I just don't like him..."

Zhang Qiling did not choose to delve into her obvious excuse. He felt that if she didn't want to say it, she must have her reasons, and she would tell him naturally when she wanted to.

"Well, let's eat."

As he spoke, he opened the lid of the tin lunch box and waited for the heat to dissipate a little before handing it to her.

Zhang Hanyan, who was feeling guilty about lying, was worried about not being able to find anything to cover up, but she didn't expect Zhang Qiling to hand her something to cover up.

She hurriedly took the lunch box and lowered her head to concentrate on eating, looking like she couldn't do two things at once.

"Han Yan, what do you think about the things in the mountains?"

"I haven't given it much thought. Even if I knew how to open that thing, I wouldn't tell Zhang Qishan. He is a traitor who betrayed the Zhang family and has no right to set foot in the Zhang Family Ancient Tower."

Zhang Qiling looked into the night distance and did not respond.

After finishing the discussion, Zhang Qishan walked out of the tent and saw two people sitting by the fire. The two silhouettes, one red and one blue, looked particularly dazzling.

"Adjutant, did you fail to do what I told you to do?"

"Master Buddha, they have already reconciled before I could do anything. I'm sorry, Master Buddha. I will go and accept the punishment myself later."

"No need!"

Zhang Qishan didn't want to look at them again and walked straight to his tent.

The adjutant stood outside the tent and looked at the only fire burning in the open space. In the dark night, the red color was more dazzling than the fire.

Zhang Qiling noticed the gaze behind him. He turned his head calmly and looked at his adjutant with a cold look in his eyes.

When the adjutant saw that he had been discovered, he could only turn around hurriedly, not daring to look in their direction again.

It’s strange, the look in the patriarch’s eyes just now made me feel like he wanted to kill me?

It was already late at night. Zhang Qiling watched Zhang Hanyan go back before he put out the fire in front of him and walked back.

It has been three months since the Jiumen's large army was stationed in Siguniang Mountain. Under Zhang Qishan's increasingly impatient urging, the people sent out finally found a cave on the mountain wall.

As soon as the person who came back to report left, the adjutant hurried over and took Zhang Qiling and Zhang Hanyan to Zhang Qishan's tent.

The tent was already full of people, and without exception, their faces were all shining with excitement.

"Patriarch, Saint, our people have found the entrance cave. Please take the best fighters from the Nine Gates to check it out."

Zhang Hanyan glanced coldly at the extremely excited Zhang Qishan, and couldn't help but pour a basin of cold water on him.

"Why? Seeing you so excited, do you think the things left by the Zhang family can be easily cracked? Zhang Qishan, aren't you happy too early?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone standing in the tent stopped smiling and looked at Zhang Qishan with puzzled eyes, hoping to get an answer.

The pain from his nails piercing his palms reminded him all the time that now was not the time to fall out.

"Haha... I know that the mechanism left by the Zhang family is not easy to crack, but it doesn't matter. We have plenty of time. If one month doesn't work, we can make it two months. If one year doesn't work, we can make it two years. There will always be a time to crack it."

Zhang Hanyan saw through Zhang Qishan's forced smile at a glance. She knew from the original novel by heart that Zhang Qishan did not have as much time as he said.

However, she didn't want to expose him now. If she exposed him now, there would be no good show to watch in the future, and the long days in the next few years would be so boring.

"Since you've said that, I have nothing more to say. Tell your people to hurry up. I don't have the patience to wait for them to dawdle."

Zhang Qishan looked at her arrogant appearance and his face turned blue with anger, but he didn't get what he wanted, and he couldn't do anything to her. He was filled with frustration.

"Hanyan, you walk behind me later."

"it is good."

Anyway, I'm here, so there won't be any danger.