Sacrificed from the Start? I Summoned the Yiling Patriarch Instead

While playing his flute to control corpses at the Burial Mounds, Wei Wuxian opened his eyes to find himself the new sacrifice of a tomb-raiding team. Zhang Qiling pointed his black-gold ancient blade at Wei Wuxian’s throat. “What are you?” Hei Xiazi shone his flashlight in Wei Wuxian’s face. “Hold on, little brother. This ancient corpse is kind of hot!” Wei Wuxian smiled and raised Chenqing. “Want to hear a tune?” The next second, every corpse in the ancient tomb started dancing to the music of “Auspicious Paradise.” Wu Xie clung to Wang Pangzi. “He’s, he’s scarier than a corpse-eating ghost!”

Xie Yuchen silently calculated the medical bills. Then Wei Wuxian lifted the coffin lid, revealing Wen Ning, who had slept inside for a thousand years. Zhang Qiling’s eyes widened in shock. “He’s an ancestor of my clan?”