2003, Hangzhou, Tomb of the Warring States Period, Third Master, Jiang Que balled up the newspaper and stuffed it into his pocket. She stood up and patted the dirt on her trouser legs.
"Tomb Robbery Notes". These four words flashed through my mind like a bolt of lightning. She traveled into a book, and it was a world where the floor was full of rice dumplings and the human heart was more terrifying than ghosts and gods. "Hiss—" She took a breath, not because of fear, but because this body was extremely sensitive to danger. Just realizing the idea that "this world is dangerous" caused a layer of fine goosebumps to appear on the surface of her skin, and her muscles instantly tensed up and entered a state of war. This golden finger is a bit wide open. No pain, strange strength, and maybe some kind of blessing like "Kilin blood" or a special physique, but the current situation is not optimistic. She now has no identity, no money, and doesn't even know who she is.
