The Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Silent Tomb

[Hei Xiazi ✘ Zhang Qiling] (Hei-Ping fanfiction) Main plot > romance plot!!! [The timeline is after Reboot: The Sound of the Providence and before The Lamp Sea Seeks the Dead. I couldn’t stand Uncle San leaving things unfinished, so I decided to write my own version.] The thunder has fallen silent, and Wu Xie has only just caught his breath when an antique lamp left behind by Chen Pi A Si sets off a string of deadly trouble. There’s more to this lamp than meets the eye. Zhang family blood runs through its patterns, and it bears secrets from the Qing dynasty. Its origins may reach back to the Western Zhou, to King Mu of Zhou, who met the Queen Mother of the West. What is a Heavenly Revelation? Why does the Ghost Seal recognize its master? What has the Zhang family guarded for a thousand years: a legacy or a curse? The Southern Blind Man and the Northern Mute join forces once more. But this time, things are different. Hei Xiazi polishes his gun, a cold smile on his face. Zhang Qiling grips his blade, his eyes as still as an abyss. They aren’t here to uncover secrets, but to put an end to them. They’ll descend to the deepest tomb and sever, one by one, every chain of fate binding the Zhang family. “Mute,” Hei Xiazi says, adjusting his sunglasses, “this time, let’s finish it once and for all.” “Mm.” Zhang Qiling steps forward. Some secrets should not be protected. They should be buried. One hides his eyes behind sunglasses and laughs with easy warmth; the other stands silent as a mountain, his back straight and strong. Beneath those dark glasses, the blind man’s gaze is deep, yet he loves teasing that taciturn bottle until he speaks. “Mute Zhang!” His call twists and turns, tender as silk, making even the snowy mountains bow their heads! One is like a long wind circling a lonely peak, lingering without end. The other is like a deep pool reflecting drifting clouds, quietly holding him in his heart. When danger fills the underground palace, he leaves him a way out; when the long night turns cold, he warms a pot of wine for him. They’ve faced blades and flames side by side, and he’d even place his life in the other’s hands!