Tomb Raiding: Awakening in a Coffin, I Inherit Little Brother's Tomb-Raiding Memories

After being transported into a world that fused several tomb-raiding stories, Zhang Qiwen opened his eyes from the start to find himself inside a coffin! A God-Tier System bound itself to him on the spot, offering three identities to choose from: Buddha Lord’s personal guard, an insider, or a member of the Zhang family. He immediately threw open the coffin lid and chose the third option. As a member of the Zhang family’s main branch, he met with Buddha Lord, and the first thing he noticed was the ghost train that arrived at the station at midnight.

The metal train cars were welded shut, more than forty whistle coffins stood in rows, and every corpse lay face-down. Zhang Qiwen reached into a coffin with his bare hands to disable the mechanism, then broke open the iron-sealed coffin in three seconds, a feat even the pipa shears couldn’t manage! Buddha Lord’s expression changed on the spot, and Eighth Master’s jaw dropped. “Even among the Zhang family, you won’t find a second person with skills like these!”

When Buddha Lord begged him to save Second Master’s wife, Yatou, Zhang Qiwen used a blood-jade talisman in his palm to dispel the evil, and the bone powder on a hairpin caused the real culprit to suffer a backlash. He even claimed the medicinal ingredient was on Buddha Lord himself. An assassination at the opera house, blood jade from the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and a female corpse revived in the tomb of the Mother of Yin Sha, chasing Second Master and trying to bite him... Zhang Qiwen wiped his hands with a cold expression. “After inheriting Little Brother’s tomb-raiding memories, these mechanisms are as easy as reading an instruction manual.” The nine gates of Shacheng were rife with undercurrents, and the moment he pushed open the coffin lid, he came face-to-face with the one thing that should never have appeared.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.