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

"The Soul-Returning Talisman, as the name suggests, can summon the remaining soul and wake her up from her dying state. As for how long she can live, no one knows."

Lama Deren looked at Baima, whose face was gradually turning pale, and said, "I think it's not a coincidence that you woke up."

Bai Ma looked at the talismans scattered all over the ground in shock. Lama Deren's words reminded her of a legend in her family.

Mixed into that legend is the thing called the soul-calling talisman.

“I know this thing. From what I know, the soul-returning talisman is made at the cost of burning the blood and life of the person who drew it. Just drawing the talisman will use up all the blood of the person who drew it.

If the person who drew the talisman uses it on a dying person, the dying person's survival time will consume ten times the life span of the person who drew the talisman. "

"So, she drew these talismans to wake you up, but why did she do that?"

Deren Lama asked in confusion, and then, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Zhang Qiling who had been silent.

"She did it for you?"

Zhang Qiling did not answer Lama Deren's question. He kept staring at Zhang Hanyan without blinking, just to count the number of times she breathed.

He heard everything they said. Not only did he hear it, but it was also deeply engraved in his heart, mind, and memory.

Hanyan, you are doing this just to make her wake up and stay with me, right?

But she woke up, what about you? If you can't wake up, what should I do? I don't want anything, I just want you, do you know?

The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Lama Deren waited for a while, and seeing that he had no intention of paying attention to him, he had no choice but to get up and leave, and look through the scriptures to find the answer himself.

Bai Ma sat motionless in the chair and looked at Zhang Qiling, unwilling to take his eyes off him for a moment.

She knows her own body clearly, and she can clearly feel that her time... is running out.

It was originally impossible for her to wake up, but now, someone was trying their best to wake her up, so that she could see her son with her own eyes and talk to him. She was already very satisfied and didn't dare to expect too much.

Now, seeing that her son has someone he loves, and that the person he loves is willing to use his own life to treat him well and make him happy, she is relieved enough and no longer has anything to worry about. She can leave this world peacefully.

As the sun rose and the moon set, Bai Ma's life, which lasted only three days, came to an end.

She felt her eyelids extremely heavy. Although she tried her best to take another look at Zhang Qiling, in the end, it was all in vain.

Xiaoguan, from now on, you must be well, you all... must be well.

The moment before she closed her eyes, she was still looking at the motionless Zhang Qiling, her eyes full of reluctance and nostalgia.

When she breathed her last, Zhang Qiling, who was very sensitive to the smell of death, noticed her departure at the first moment.

He walked quickly to Bai Ma's side and supported her body which was about to fall.

Her body was still warm, and she looked quiet and peaceful, as if she was asleep.

Zhang Qiling looked at Bai Ma who was already breathless, tears glistening in his cold eyes, and his numb expression was filled with despair and helplessness.

"Mother...Mother...Mother..."

In his arms was his mother, who died after only three days of living together. On the bed behind him was his beloved who had been with him since childhood and had saved his mother from being seriously injured.

The tremendous pressure made him breathless. He felt like he had walked into a huge abyss. He was enveloped in perpetual darkness. No matter which direction he went, he could not get out.

Zhang Qiling hugged his mother tightly, but his eyes were looking at Zhang Hanyan who was still unconscious.

Tears kept flowing down like beads from a broken string, but he seemed not to notice and let the tears wet his cheeks.

It seemed as if Lama Deren had anticipated Baima's death long ago. Not long after she died, he appeared at the door with a group of young lamas.

"The dead should be buried in peace. She told me yesterday that after she passed away, we should bury her in the Tibetan flower field at the foot of the mountain."

Zhang Qiling's eyes were dull, and the helplessness in his eyes was so painful that it hurt people. He turned his head away, not wanting others to see his vulnerability.

As Lama Deren chanted, he slowly let go of Baima's already cold body.

"You guys, take her away."

After the chanting ended, Zhang Qiling carried Bai Ma's body and followed behind Deren Lama to the Zanghai Flower Field at the foot of the mountain.

The red Tibetan sea flowers are as red as blood, blooming in the wind in the pure white snow.

He dug a deep pit with his own hands and buried his mother, with whom he had only lived for three days. He also carved words and erected a tombstone for her and carved his own name at the bottom of the tombstone.

He knelt alone in the white snow, the howling wind and snow blew on his face, but he was completely unaware.

He knelt in front of the tombstone, motionless, like a lifeless sculpture.

No one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew how long he had been kneeling there. When the little lama came to look for him, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Master! The distinguished guest from the Snow Mountain is not in the Tibetan Sea Flower Field. I did not find him."

Lama Deren slowly opened his eyes and looked at the rising sun. "He is in the thirteenth room, but she can't keep him."

The little lama looked at Lama Nur-Jin in confusion, not understanding what he was talking about.

Zhang Qiling soaked the towel in the basin, wrung it out, and gently wiped her face and hands.

He silently picked up the talismans thrown on the ground, sorted them out one by one, and put them into a small box next to the bed.

The originally messy house was made tidy and clean by him.

For the following time, he stayed by Zhang Hanyan's bed, waiting for her to wake up.

Zhang Hanyan, who was sleeping on the bed, was very thin, and her wrists were so thin and fragile that it felt like they could be broken with just a little force.

Her bloodless skin was as white as porcelain, and her breathing was so light that it seemed as if she would disappear with the wind in the next second.

The waiting process was extremely difficult for Zhang Qiling. If he had not seen her chest rising and falling slightly, he might not have been able to hold on for such a long time.

In a blink of an eye, new buds sprouted from the leaves in the Lama Temple. The spring wind was chilly, making the leaves rustle.

In the sound of the wind, the short spring day passed by in a flash, and the hot summer came.

Although the summer is full of life, Zhang Hanyan is like a dead tree that has been silent in the winter and has no life anymore. She is totally out of tune with the vibrant scene outside.