At 18 Years Old, I Have My Own Tombstone
by Yoyo Luming
About This Novel
On my 18th birthday, my father built a living tomb for me. Just because the fortune teller said that if my family's ancestral tomb is newly moved, there will be a big evil, and the younger members of the family must go to apologize. They were afraid of affecting their stepbrother's college entrance examination, so they settled the matter without saying a word. On the day of the announcement, my stepbrother specially stuffed a male paper figurine into me: "Sister, you are so lucky!" "You have to ask your ancestors to bless me! After all, I have the final say on how much paper money will be burned in the future." "That's a bit difficult to handle." I ignored his frivolous expression and said seriously. "After all, you are not from the Lin family."
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