My name is Chen Mo, and I am a tomb keeper.
On that day, the current imperial guard commander led three thousand soldiers and horses to surround the imperial mausoleum, saying that he would open the coffin and take away the sword buried with the previous emperor.
My incompetent boss was so frightened that he pissed himself off and knelt on the ground, kowtowing like he was pounding garlic.
The commander kicked him away and pointed the long knife at my nose: "Are you the leader here? If you are wise, lead the way and open the museum, otherwise you will be buried with this ruined mausoleum!"
I ignored him, just silently took out a booklet from my arms and started to register.
"In the autumn of the 23rd year of Jingtai, Zhao Wujiang, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, led 3,124 people to forcefully break into the imperial mausoleum. It will be recorded as a serious offense and his body was exposed in the wilderness."
Zhao Wujiang was stunned, and then he became furious: "You dare to pretend to be a ghost when you are about to die! Get it!"
The hundreds of elites behind him swarmed forward, their swords and swords almost engulfing me.
I sighed.
In fact, I just want to stay in my grave quietly, but they forced me to do so.
When all the swords struck me and made a clanking metal sound without leaving even a trace of white marks, the whole world became silent.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he pointed at me tremblingly: "You... What kind of horizontal kung fu are you doing? The indestructible magical power of the Vajra?"
