Beauty is the bait, relatives are the sword, and every desperate step is a life and death lesson set by the relatives.
My name is Thirteen. When I fell in love with a female anchor, my life became a "living game" carefully woven by thousands of people.
The chimes of the Warring States Period were stolen, my grandfather's relics were defrauded, and I jumped into a river to escape death - every step was calculated, until I dug up my grandfather's tomb with my own hands and dug out the empty coffin and a scroll of scriptures soaked in blood on the sand coffin.
Uncle Jiuyi said: "Your grandfather is not dead, he has returned to his childhood."
In order to find the truth, I embarked on the five desperate rounds:
Deep in the tomb of the Thirteen Kings of Yin Ruins, he witnessed his rejuvenated grandfather biting the bloody corpse, and the wriggling "immortal human fetus" in the bronze square lamp was making a baby cry - it turned out that his grandfather faked his death twenty years ago in order to raise himself as a "living coffin" to suppress evil things.
When the wick human fetus was pressed against his neck, I finally smiled: "Grandpa, you taught me that when it comes to coffins, you should choose the person you love the most to lie in."
