The Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Reborn as the Tragic White Moonlight

[Main character control: enter at your own risk + OOC warning + everyone’s favorite + imagined idealized love + secret identities + guiding, nurturing dynamic] [The Zhang family timeline extends into the Republican era] [Mostly original content] In those days, heroes gathered, and the Zhang family produced an unparalleled prodigy. You mean Zhang Ruilan? That guy would even dare pull the clan leader’s beard. Zhang Ruilan was born with a proud, unyielding spirit. Though he was born into the Zhang family, he wasn’t a stuffy old fossil. His arrogance set the Zhang family’s vitality alight, and protected that last sliver of humanity in Zhang Qiling. But in the end, they were outmatched in their fight against Heaven. A thousand years of research into mortal methods still could not withstand the Heavenly Gift. Watching Zhang Qiling curl up in his room, enduring agony and losing his memories one by one as he struggled to find them, Zhang Ruilan could no longer sit still. A young man’s loyalty is no insult. If Heaven was unjust, then he would carve a path through the abyss of eternity. Though he had failed in his previous life, he would do it all again in this one. He would still point at the heavens and say those words. Old man, it’s time to step down! Zhang Haike: Now that Brother Lan has caused trouble again, how do we clean up this mess... Zhang Qiling: Where has Brother Lan run off to this time? Wu Xie: Brother Lan’s lips are looser than his belt... The little Wangs of the Wang family: That bastard is stealing from the storeroom again! He steals whatever he likes, then shamelessly insists he’s only borrowing it. He’s borrowed things for a hundred years and never returned a thing. Zhang Ruilan came back to life, and before long he realized that these overactive imaginations had somehow elevated him to the head of the overseas Zhang family. At an auction at the Crescent Hotel, Zhang Ruilan and his underlings barged in. You’re selling Zhang family property in public. Did anyone bother to ask me? My name is Zhang Ruilan. The “Lan” means peace and tranquility.