The Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Book 9

Many parts are based on the original work.

Original creations by the author. Please don’t criticize if they’re not to your taste.

This is just to resolve my own lingering regrets.

[There’s another book on my profile that I’m writing alongside this one. That one is purely sweet romance.]

My abilities and writing may not be very good...

The blind man cannot see, yet he reveals Heaven’s secrets; the mute cannot speak, yet stands by others through life and death; the actor has no heart, yet sings a farewell to his beloved; the innocent one seems guileless, yet calculates every move. One plucked string sighs for Qiling, the Heavenly Palace above the clouds, snow covering the traces you left behind. Qi the Blind in the south, Yuhua in the west, Wu Xie in the east, Zhang the Mute in the north, and Lord Pang in the center: Hua, Ya, Xie, Blind, and Pang. Looking back on those days, there was no laughter all year, only tears in the heart. The burden was too heavy for words. Without you, Xie Yuchen, the world left no trace; later, you danced forever in exquisite sleeves. You said Wang Pangzi laughed and cursed at everything; later, his heart was shattered, and he stayed by an old friend’s side. You said Zhang Qiling was marked by the qilin; later, Changbai stretched on and on, while the years left no trace. You said Wu Xie of the Wu family would look up and ask; later, he gazed into the distance, no longer innocent. You said Qi the Black Blind Man wore a roguish smile and a disdainful gaze; later, he walked alone through wind and rain. When the qilin smiles, even the King of Hell steps aside; when the innocent one smiles, the qilin clears the way. A cup of wine in spring among peach and plum blossoms; a lamp glowing through ten years of rain on the rivers and lakes. Four bare walls are all a family needs; to cure illness, one needn’t break an arm three times. I wish I could see you, though my hair has turned white from reading...