As Lin Zhao squatted outside a convenience store, munching on a steamed bun, he never imagined he’d end up living next door to Qin Shi Huang and Xiang Yu.
It all started when he found a broken phone in an abandoned residential complex.
The screen lit up, and he nearly dropped his bun. A bloodstained butterfly floated across the display, above the words: “Projection event today: Qin dynasty undead soldiers on night patrol.”
That night, he woke up desperate for the bathroom. The instant he pushed open the window, every hair on his body stood on end.
A column of armored soldiers marched in perfect formation down the road below. Moonlight fell on their faces: ashen gray, with no pupils.
The man at the head of the column turned back on a black horse. Gold thread on his dragon robe gleamed coldly. “Living sacrifice, come before me.”
It was Ying Zheng.
And the craziest part was still to come.
The next day, while making a delivery, he passed a demolition site. His phone chimed with an alert: “Projection event upgraded: the Hegemon of Western Chu seeks revenge.”
He looked up just in time to see a shadow wielding a giant axe cleave through the rebar. The missing uploader from the video was being pinned to a pile of broken bricks, blood bubbling from his throat.
“Bro, help me...”
Lin Zhao turned to run, only to crash into a woman’s arms.
She smelled of sandalwood and held out a yellow talisman. “I’m Su Min, guardian of the Su family. Your yin-yang constitution makes you a living map to the souls of the dead from every dynasty.” She pointed to the imperial patterns flickering in and out of view within his shadow. “They don’t want your life. They want to use you to restart the balance between yin and yang, then fight once more for the ‘Heavenly
