[Grave Raiders Notes bg] Lost Notes 2: Heavy Fate

The little brother knew very well why the Zhang family chose him as the patriarch.

He knew that during this year, the Zhang family tried to enter the ancient city of Sizhou again to retrieve the patriarch's token lost with the disappearance of the previous patriarch - the bronze female bell.

They finally found the dense forest hidden underground, but because they touched the bronze female bell, everyone fell into hallucinations and killed each other.

Unable to get back the patriarch's token, the Zhang family fell into an unprecedented crisis, but in fact only a spirit person can take the bell.

Once again, the members of the Zhang family thought of the little brother. Although he was born with a foreigner, he has the best trained tomb-robbing skills and the fearlessness that his peers have never had.

Although he is a candidate for the patriarch, he does not have the right to choose by himself. He was chosen to bear all this decay.

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The road to Medog is long. Cars were just introduced into China in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, and roads were just started to be built, so the long-distance transportation still relies on horse-drawn carriages.

The Zhang family kept changing their horses and kept on their way day and night.

Nan Xing was placed alone in a closed carriage, which just happened to give her a chance to swallow the unicorn blood stone.

Swallowing the pill, Nan Xing closed his eyes, concentrated all his energy, and recalled the memories of his two lifetimes with Zhang Qiling.

Don't forget, at least, let her remember his appearance, his name, so that she can still find him.

She repeated it silently in her heart over and over again.

……

The Qilin blood regeneration made Nan Xing's heart beat violently, and the blood in her whole body was circulating twice as fast as usual, like a flowing river, rushing in dizziness, carrying all her memories, rushing towards the same direction without hesitation.

The moment Tianshou was induced, the river instantly raised waves. She was submerged in the torrent, without any strength, allowing herself to melt like a drop of water, drifting with the current, surging to the crest of waves one after another, and falling, smashing her body to pieces .

After that, everything returned to calm.

After a long time,

Nan Xing opened his eyes, looking at the completely unfamiliar furnishings in the carriage.

Raising his hand to touch his face, he touched the warm tears.

There was chaos in her mind, she couldn't recall her past, she seemed to be sleeping in a big dream, and between waking up, she seemed to think of something, but she couldn't grasp it, couldn't remember it, and didn't leave a trace.

Looking at her body, she was wearing a set of Manchu Qing men's robes.

She lowered her head and rubbed her sleeves, feeling a dull pain in her chest, as if some emotion wanted to rush out of her chest, but she still couldn't escape.

"Zhang Nanxing, we're here, get down by yourself." Someone outside the carriage called her.

He knew her name precisely, but his tone was extremely cold, as if...she was a prisoner being escorted.

Her mind is full of doubts and unknown unease, but she has no time to think about it right now, and she needs to handle everything next with caution.

Nan Xing opened the curtain, and saw that the place where the carriage stopped was a lotus-shaped village surrounded by high mountains on the north, east, and west sides, and transitioning from the middle mountain to the low mountain in the south.

The most striking are the two towering snow-capped mountains to the north.

Then, Nan Xing took a look at the team that was traveling with him. There were four people in total, all wearing robes and mandarin jackets from the Qing Dynasty.

Is this a special clothing hobby?

"Don't look, hurry up, it's winter now, and the mountains may be blocked by heavy snow at any time." One of the men in the team glanced at Nan Xing and urged him.

This is to enter the snow mountain.

There was someone leading them up in the crushed snow. On the snow-covered mountain steps, there was only a very narrow path for one person to go up and down. The steps were so steep that they could almost be regarded as straight up and down.

After climbing for about three hours, I finally came to the gate of a Lama Temple.

This is an extremely dilapidated temple gate, very small, the wooden gate is only half a person wide, but behind it is a small courtyard, the snow has been swept away, revealing many stone mills, stone tables and chairs.

At the end of the courtyard, there is a house built against the mountain. The house stretches upwards and can't see the end, which is quite spectacular.

A few young monks were sweeping snow inside. When they saw Nan Xing and the others, they immediately put down their work and came to guide them.

Passing through the main building of the Lama Temple, there is a large mountain behind. There is a wooden ladder, climbing up layer by layer. I don’t know how long it took before the monk who led the way stopped. The place is a separate building, which can be said to be inconspicuous compared to the Lama Temple in front.

After bringing the man, the monk withdrew.Immediately afterwards, the door in front of him opened, and a young woman wearing a late-qing cardigan and a long skirt came out from inside.

When the woman saw Nan Xing, she was obviously taken aback: "Zhang Nanxing?"

Although Nan Xing had no impression of this woman in his mind, judging from the expression on the woman's face, she seemed unwilling to see him.

"Dong Qiu, Zhang Nanxing violated the family rules and sent back to Medog." The man next to him simply explained his purpose to Dong Qiu.

Family rules?

Medog?

What has she been through?

Just as she was thinking, she saw the man next to her stretch out her left hand: "Zhang Nanxing, stretch out your hand."

Nan Xing looked at the man's palm, and felt something wrong in his heart.

The man waited for a while, seeing that Nan Xing hadn't moved, his expression turned cold, and he immediately reached out to grab her.

Nan Xing avoided the side of his body like a conditioned reflex.

This reaction was obviously beyond the man's expectation. He glanced at Nan Xing in surprise, and then stepped forward to chase after her. In a blink of an eye, he circled behind Nan Xing. He cut a knife in the palm of her right hand.

Immediately, someone nearby took a porcelain bottle and came over to catch the blood flowing down Nan Xing's fingers.

Although Nan Xing is considered skilled among the Zhang family at the same age, compared with the adults of the Zhang family, there is still an insurmountable gap in physical strength.

After taking the blood, the man pushed Nan Xing forward and let her go.

Nan Xing watched them warily while pressing the wound to stop the bleeding.

And those men remained expressionless, put away the bottle containing Nan Xing's blood, and left straight away.

Dong Qiu crossed his arms, let out a laugh as if he was watching a play, and said to Nan Xing from the side: "You spent so much effort to go back to your home, so you were sent back?"

Nan Xing ignored her, and squeezed sideways into the room from her side.

Before you fully understand the situation, it is safer to talk less.

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Half a month later, Zhang's main house.

In the hall, there were more than a dozen Zhang family members sitting around.

In front of them was the bottle containing Nan Xing's blood.

"It has been verified three times, and her unicorn blood has recovered again." The man sitting in the middle said: "This situation has never happened before."

"Furthermore, news came from Dong Qiu recently that Zhang Nanxing had a phenomenon after the onset of loss of soul. Now it seems that it is very likely that it was caused by the recovery of her unicorn blood." Another man took up the conversation.

The man sitting in the middle breathed a long sigh of relief, and said, "If the loss of soul attack occurs, it will be impossible to ask anything from her mouth."

"There is still a turning point." The young man who had been sitting silently in the corner suddenly said, "That child, before moving into Tingtao Garden, lived with Zhang Nanxing."

"what do you mean?"

"That kid must know something, but he's too fearless, presumably interrogation doesn't work on him.

However, in half a month, it will be the day when he succeeds as a spirit man, and the ceremony can be held in Motuo, so that he can take the opportunity to meet Zhang Nanxing who is still alive.

After all, he was still a child, and facing such a shock, he would surely reveal some information. "

After the man finished speaking, seeing that other people still had doubts, he said, "Even if he doesn't show it right away, his appearance will be a stimulus for Zhang Nanxing to recover his memory. If she can recover her memory, it will be much easier to interrogate her than that child. "

The man sitting in the middle nodded slightly, "That's it for now."

-

On this day, for the first time, the Tingtao Garden, which had always been deserted, was surrounded by the Zhang family.

Zhang Qiling stood in front of them, his face was cold and pale, his expression was indifferent and alienated that did not match his age, his pupils seemed to be stained with ink, and he could not see the light like the night sky.

"The succession ceremony will be held one month later, and it will take half a month from here to Medog, so you still have half a month to prepare." The Zhang family headed by took a booklet and handed it to Zhang Qiling, "This It’s the process of the succession ceremony, you should write it down in the past half a month, so you don’t make any mistakes.”

Zhang Qiling raised his eyes and glanced at the Zhang family in front of him, there was no warmth in his dark eyes.

The Zhang family seemed to be used to Zhang Qiling's state, so they didn't say anything more, just threw the brochure on the table beside them, and walked out of Tingtao Garden.

Others also left.

The room was quiet again.

Zhang Qiling sat down at the table and looked out the window.

There is still mist curling up on the lake, and Tinglan Garden on the opposite side is hidden in this mist, as far away as a dream.

Medog.

It was the last place related to her that he didn't investigate.

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