Diao Chan, Guan Yu, Li Bai, Mu Guiying, Hua Mulan, Hua Tuo... I’ve already buried them all. Next, I’m going to bury myself.
For three thousand years, I played many roles: generals, warlords, wandering poets, and merchants. In every life, my own father abandoned me. In this final life, “he” even sent people to hunt me down. When my loyal servant, Wang Ergou, lowered the coffin lid over me, I finally felt at peace. I can finally get some rest.
Diao Chan, quit clinging to me like an octopus and let my poor thing rest for a while.
Li Bai, how many times have I told you not to scribble all over the walls? If I catch you doing it again, you’re in trouble.
Guan Yu, you went out to pick another fight? Look at your bruised face. Couldn’t you give me a little less to worry about?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
