When Li Xuance died, he was still holding the museum's bronze lamp in his hand.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in a mass grave, a runaway slave who was about to starve to death.
There was a voice in his head, saying that it could help him survive, but it would charge interest - one hundred points of popular support. If he didn't pay it back within seven days, one of his skills would be randomly deleted.
"Why don't you go and grab it?"
"I'm robbing it, and the interest rate is very high."
OK. First make a sword, then grab a mountain, and then...
"I'm going to conquer the world from now on," Li Xuance wiped the blood on his knife, "change his life."
