Tomb Robbery: Dig a Thousand-Year-Old Rice Dumplings at the Beginning!

On the 17th day of the fifth month of the Gengzi year, it is appropriate to offer sacrifices to Anxiang and break the ground for mourning. Gregorian calendar, July 7, 2020. On this day, I died. Died on a bronze dagger. It pours in from the front of the chest, passes through the heart diagonally above, and emerges from the back. It looked like a mottled dagger, but it was unexpectedly sharp. I didn't feel much pain. I just felt a slight chill and all the strength in my body was instantly taken away by the wound. Just like the hand holding the dagger, it is slender and tender, but unexpectedly calm and powerful! I had imagined how I would die, and no matter which one, I, a guy who had done all the evil things, deserved it, but it was different now. I feel wronged! She is just a little girl who looks only eleven or twelve years old. What's more, just a moment ago, I was still desperately trying to save her from this damn altar. But now she stabbed me to death on the altar with her own hands, letting my blood fill every ditch on the altar... At this moment I suddenly realized that maybe this was all a conspiracy. The little girl in the sarcophagus is not a sacrifice, I am! …………