I, Lin Yuan, was once the youngest member of the national archaeological team. I was expelled due to an accident of "destroying cultural relics". Only I know that the ancient corpse of the Western Zhou Dynasty that I touched suddenly sat up, and the jade cicada mark on its chest was exactly the same as what I saw in my dream. After I lost my job, I was forced to "go to the ground" to make a living with a mysterious antique shop owner. It wasn't until we found a tomb owner who looked exactly like me in a Warring States tomb that I realized that I was not robbing a tomb, but retrieving my "buried" past. . . . . .
