Others rob tombs to make money, I carry coffins to find corpses, collect incense from the dead, and let the living worship me as a god!
Everyone knows that I am an ominous coffin bearer, born to be associated with ghostly creatures.
Until the mysterious and beautiful paper maker appears. The paper figures she cuts out can lead the way, and the paper horses she cuts out can lead to the secluded place.
She said to me: "What you are carrying is not a coffin, but my thousand years of waiting."
Only then did I realize that the ancient coffin I had carried for thousands of years contained not only the secret to overthrowing the dynasty, but also her broken soul.
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It's quite good-looking, for those of you who are book-hungry. You can take a look.
It's quite good-looking, for those of you who are book-hungry. You can take a look.