Lin Xiaoman felt that all his bad luck in this life broke out all at once while digging this tomb of Chu in the Warring States Period.
Three generations of his ancestors had been fighting backwards, but when it was passed down to him, he didn't learn all the rules and had a lot of wrong ideas. At this moment, he was squatting on top of a lacquered coffin, holding an engineering shovel in his hand, holding a spicy stick in his mouth, and hummingly digging into the cinnabar in the cracks of the coffin lid.
