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

Zhang Hanyan stood there quietly and waited for a while, waiting for Zhang Qiling to fully recover.

"Han Yan, when did you learn this skill?"

“Um… before you were taken to Sizhou Ancient City for bloodletting, that’s how I was able to arrive so promptly that time.

Before, this sword could only carry me. Now, although I can carry you, I can only carry you at a shorter distance. It won’t work if you carry me too far.”

Zhang Qiling looked at her slender waist that could be held in one hand, and the silver-white hilt of the sword tightly attached to her waist. If someone didn’t know, they would never think that it was a long sword, but would only think it was a decoration.

So, from that time on, you have become so powerful?

"Okay, got it, let's go."

They walked down the hill in front of them side by side and knocked on the door of the Lama temple.

Creaky—the wooden temple door was opened from the inside, making a harsh sound.

"Would you like to rest or stay overnight?" asked the fair-skinned little lama.

Zhang Hanyan politely bowed to him, "Excuse me, little master, we want to see Lama Deren."

The young lama looked at their clothes, then looked at the distant snow-capped mountains and asked, "Dear guests, are you from the depths of the snow-capped mountains?"

"Yes."

"In that case, please follow me."

The little lama walked through the lama temple and took them to the depths of the temple, to a door that looked very old.

Dong Dong Dong——"Master, there are two distinguished guests from the depths of the snowy mountains who want to see you."

"Let them in." After the old voice sounded, the little lama gently pushed open the door, letting the sunlight outside shine into the room.

Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Qiling walked in together and stood in front of Lama Deren.

Lama Deren opened his cloudy eyes and looked at them intently. It seemed as if he was looking for something through them.

"I know who you want to see. That person has been waiting for you for too long."

"Can you take me to see her now?" Zhang Qiling asked impatiently.

Unlike Zhang Qiling's anxiety, Lama Deren was very calm from beginning to end, as if nothing in the world could cause ripples in his heart.

"Before you came, I prepared something in the deepest part of this temple. Now it seems that thing is useless.

It seems that those who took you away did not deceive your heart. So, follow me and I will take you to see her. "

Deep in the Lama temple, in a quiet room, a woman sleeping on the bed came into their sight.

The house was very warm. Even on such a cold winter day, the temperature in the house was like a sunny March day.

Baima is very beautiful, but her face is very pale, unlike the traditional skin color of Tibetans.

She did not fully wake up, and when the medicinal properties of the Cang Hai Hua wore off, she was only three days away from death.

Zhang Qiling knelt in front of Bai Ma's bed, holding his mother's hand. He felt emotions he had never felt before, different from the feelings he had for Zhang Hanyan and Zhang Yecheng.

It was something completely new and unfamiliar.

He couldn't tell what it was, he just felt very sad, and the suffocating feeling of sadness seemed to be drowning him.

Zhang Hanyan stood silently aside. She didn't know how to comfort him. This was his mother, the mother who had waited for him for many years.

The woman lying on the bed tried every possible means to buy herself three days, just to see her son again.

Although it is not enough, it is far from enough... In this world, no mother is willing to miss the growth of her child.

She missed him, so she wanted to see him, touch him, or softly call the name she gave him in the last few days of her life.

Little official...

But in the end, she still failed to get what she wanted.

A tear slid down from the corner of Zhang Qiling's eye and sank silently into his sleeves.

Zhang Hanyan didn't want to see Zhang Qiling so sad. She wanted Bai Ma to wake up, even if it was only three days, even if... this matter was not within the tasks assigned by the system.

She resolutely turned around and left, walked into a room casually and took out a blank yellow talisman. She bit her finger and continued to draw on the yellow talisman.

If you fail the first time, try again. If you fail a drawing, just keep on drawing.

It was not until the ground was covered with waste paper, her spiritual energy was exhausted, and her blood was depleted that she finally drew a complete and intact soul-returning talisman.

[Host, why is this spell so difficult to draw? Just drawing this one has almost exhausted all the spiritual power in your Dantian.]

Nonsense! This soul-returning talisman not only requires concentration and mental concentration, but also consumes a large amount of spiritual energy. It must be done in one go without any interruption or pause.

Otherwise, the spell will become ineffective.

This is my first time drawing a soul-returning talisman, and I didn’t expect it to be... so difficult.

[Host, these spells are all drawn with your blood. You don't look well. You should take a rest.]

Zhang Hanyan looked up at the dark night outside. The moon was covered by dark clouds, without a trace of starlight.

I can't rest, there's no time...

She rushed to Bai Ma's room with only one soul-returning talisman. Zhang Qiling was still kneeling beside the bed, in the same position as when she left.

She looked at Zhang Qiling, whose face was filled with sadness and who looked like a puppet without a soul, and a trace of heartache flashed across her eyes.

Brother, I will make your mother wake up, I will!

While Zhang Hanyan was chanting the spell, he also injected the talisman into Bai Ma's body. The spell of the soul-returning talisman was long and difficult to recite, and extremely mentally taxing.

When the sky outside was hazy, Bai Ma, who was lying motionless on the bed, moved her fingers slightly.

This movement was extremely subtle and only Zhang Hanyan saw it.

A hint of joy flashed across her face, and she quickened the pouring of her spiritual energy. As her face grew paler and paler, Bai Ma's face grew more and more rosy.

Just when her spiritual power was exhausted, the sleeping Bai Ma finally slowly opened her tightly closed eyes.

"Who... are you?" After a long sleep, Bai Ma's voice was weak and hoarse, and he could hardly utter a complete sentence.

Zhang Qiling approached her in disbelief. Her bright and clear eyes were as pure as white snowflakes.

"You...are you awake?"

Although Bai Ma had never seen Zhang Qiling, she felt particularly close to the young man in front of her. Perhaps this was the special feeling between mother and child.

"Are you...a petty official?"

Zhang Qiling frowned in confusion. He didn't know who Xiaoguan was, but subconsciously, he felt that was his name.

Zhang Hanyan didn't want to disturb the few moments they had together, so she quietly left the room and returned to the room where she drew talismans to rest.

Puff! - As soon as she sat on the bed, she spat out a large mouthful of blood, which splattered on the talismans scattered on the ground.

[Host, there is a healing medicine in the system mall, please buy one! ]

it is good.

Zhang Han used 2,000 fireworks points to buy a healing pill, but his trembling hands could hardly hold the small pill.

She originally thought that she would be fine after taking the medicine, at least she wouldn't have to endure this torture anymore.

But no, the so-called healing medicine had no effect at all. She could only curl up on the bed with difficulty and endure it silently.

Her body was shaking violently, beads of sweat the size of beans appeared densely, the pain was indescribable and she had no way to vent it.

She felt that every bone and every inch of her skin was being crushed by the huge rock, and she was bleeding and in unbearable pain.

She endured the unbearable torture alone, tossing and turning, and she never cried out in pain until she fainted from the pain.

She was lying alone, soundlessly on the old, narrow bed. The moonlight outside the window shone on her body. The blood at the corner of her mouth and the fiery red clothes made her face look as pale as paper, like a dead person...