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

As soon as they climbed up the cliff along the rope, Zhang Qishan and several leaders of the Nine Sects surrounded them.

The heads of the Nine Gates couldn't help but reveal satisfied expressions when they saw their own men were unharmed.

Sure enough, it was different with the presence of the Zhang family head and the saint girl. So many people went in, but not a single person was killed or injured, not even a single flesh wound was sustained.

Zhang Hanyan knew what they were thinking with just a glance, so she could only smile helplessly.

Although I really dislike Zhang Qishan, I would not go so far as to embarrass these insignificant guys who have no say.

"How is it? What's inside?" Zhang Qishan asked impatiently.

"Master Buddha, there is an iron plate that rotates by itself in the cave. The Saint said that as long as we unlock the iron plate, we will naturally get the password to enter the Zhang family's ancient building."

As he spoke, he took off the backpack on his back and handed his camera and bamboo slips to Zhang Qishan.

"Master Buddha, we took a lot of photos and got a lot of bamboo slips. I thought there might be a way to decipher the code on the bamboo slips, so I asked them to install some."

Zhang Qishan looked at the things in his hand and nodded happily. He looked at the serious-looking guards, his eyes full of satisfaction.

"Okay, from this incident, I can see that you are very smart. From now on, you should stay by my side."

"Yes! Thank you for your appreciation, Master Buddha!"

Zhang Hanyan looked at Zhang Qishan who had a smug look on his face. When no one was paying attention, the personal guard he had just promoted glanced at her imperceptibly.

She noticed his gaze but did not respond, only gave a faint smile.

In the eyes of the personal guard, that smile looked like that of a bloodthirsty Asura, and it made him feel cold all over.

"You have worked hard, Patriarch and Saintess. You can go back and have a rest. I will have someone inform you when I have something to say."

Zhang Qishan looked at the people from the Nine Sects standing in a neat row, waved his hand and ordered, "Move the things you brought up into the tent, and let them decipher it day and night."

"Yes!"

A loud roar echoed across the cliffs of Siguniang Mountain.

In the following three years, Zhang Qishan brought in countless experts and scholars to work all night long to decipher the bamboo slips and silk books brought out of the cave.

He asked Zhang Hanyan and others to lead the people from the Nine Gates into the cave again and again, trying to find a way to crack the iron plate as soon as possible.

Three years later on the Dragon Boat Festival, a silk book was delivered to Zhang Qishan's desk, which made him very happy. He finally saw the dawn of victory after three long years.

In order to verify the cracked method, he began to have his men collect the blood of cattle and sheep. After everything was ready, he gathered most of the people from the nine gates and entered the cave together.

Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling walked behind the main force, moving slowly forward under the surveillance of Zhang Qishan.

In the crowd, a tall man in black clothes and sunglasses kept looking in the direction of Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling.

At just one glance, he was sure that they were the people who had helped him catch the thief in Germany before.

He slowly approached their position, completely ignoring Zhang Qishan's murderous look.

"Hey... do you still remember me? We met before in Germany. That time when you helped me catch a thief, remember?"

He stood beside Zhang Qiling and talked to himself. Seeing that Zhang Qiling ignored him, he could only look at Zhang Hanyan, who seemed easier to talk to.

"Little sister, I, look at me, do you still remember me?"

"I remember the guy whose wallet was stolen by a foreigner and who shouted "Catch the thief" on the streets of Berlin. It left a deep impression on me."

When Hei Xia Zi saw that Zhang Hanyan was talking to him and remembered him, he instantly smiled, as if he had found a fellow villager.

"Hey, just remember it. I said I'd treat you guys to a meal to thank you, but we didn't get to eat. Why don't we go there later?"

"Well, let's wait until things here are finished. There will be plenty of time later."

Zhang Hanyan's ambiguous words made Hei Xiazi confused. There is plenty of time in the future? Could it be that I will have any intersection with them in the future?

Under Hei Xia Zi's puzzled gaze, Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling grabbed the rope together and jumped down, disappearing from his sight in an instant.

"My goodness, your kung fu is so good. It seems that I have found an opponent for future duels."

As soon as Zhang Hanyan let go of the rope, she saw Zhang Qishan falling to the ground in a very strange posture, which immediately made her face full of disgust.

"What the hell is that? It's so ugly! Dude, let's go."

Zhang Qiling turned his gaze away from Zhang Qiling. Even with just a glance, Zhang Qiling still felt that his indifferent face was scolding him.

After everyone had gone in, Zhang Qishan slowly stepped on the holes in the wall and moved to the end of the passage step by step.

"Master Buddha, can we start?" asked the adjutant, holding a large bucket of blood that had not yet coagulated.

Zhang Qishan reached out and carefully rubbed the grooves on the iron plate. The strange patterns looked ancient and mysterious.

"Pour the blood in the bucket in slowly and carefully."

"Yes!"

Blood was continuously injected, and countless traces of blood flowed along the patterns on the iron plate.

Everyone watched with bated breath, staring intently at the blood-stained iron plate, not wanting to miss even the slightest change.

After three or four minutes, the rotation of the iron plate suddenly changed a little. After getting stuck a few times, it gradually stopped rotating.

From under the iron plate, there came a series of dull sounds of iron chains rubbing against each other, and then, this sound began to appear in the stone walls around the cave.

On the walls of the cave in three directions, there were unusual movements in the holes where the ancient bamboo slips were originally placed. All the bamboo slips were pushed out, the holes were filled, and the cave wall became a whole wall.

The part that sticks out from the cave protrudes from the wall and looks like a relief of some shape.

"What pattern is this?"

"犼 is a mythical beast in the myths and legends of the Ming and Qing dynasties. It appeared later than most mythical beasts, fierce beasts, and even auspicious beasts. At first, it was just a dog-like beast. It was not until the Ming and Qing dynasties that it became a monster."

Hei Xia Zi stared at the relief on the wall and told it in detail what he knew.

Everyone felt puzzled when looking at the relief. After all, without the tomb door pattern of the Zhang family ancient building for comparison, they had no idea what this pattern represented.

"Saint, do you have any special insights into this pattern?" Zhang Qishan asked in a flattering manner.

Everyone in the cave was looking at her, waiting for her to give them an accurate answer.

Unfortunately, the final result is destined to disappoint them. After all, even if Zhang Hanyan knew, she would not tell them.