After My Bones Were Dug Up, the Ancestors of the Tomb of Gods Forced Me to Become the Group Favorite

[Good-for-nothing body + full-level soul + group pet of the boss of God's Tomb + sect slap in the face, cool article] Mo Li died with half a bad-quality candy in his mouth. When she opened her eyes again, five thousand-year-old ghosts surrounded her and howled: "Damn it! You can still fall into the tomb of the gods after being ripped out of your waist? This wave of blood is profitable!" "Little Douding's eyes can cut people! Jue Juezi! I've got it!" In order to survive, she decisively started to act cute: "Grandpa and sister, aren't you tired of floating?" ——Ten years later, she went down the mountain carrying a bag of strange bones.