My Descendants Dug Me Up

When the youngest female billionaire was moving her family's ancestral graves, an ancestor from who knows how many generations ago came back to life in his coffin.

"You're a descendant of my Lu clan?"

"Someone's bullying you?"

"Your parents' deaths were suspicious?"

"Someone's trying to steal your inheritance?"

"Well, that gets my blood boiling!"

The enemies of the family were laid out in neat rows.

The two granddaughters, descended from who knows how many generations, trembled in fear.

"Sis, is our ancestor always this short-tempered?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. Don't let him hear you."

Lu Qianqiu shook his head, rather bored.

Ever since the battle back then, the world had been torn apart and plunged into an age without magic. These days, there wasn't a single person worth fighting.

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