Mu Qingge, the all-powerful ghost-catching master a thousand years ago, woke up and found that the world had changed.
Tin boxes are running all over the floor, and the small squares will glow and talk.
Even the idiot Su Dahu she rescued unexpectedly became the ancestor of a wealthy family that has been passed down for thousands of years?
"Ancestor, this is a mobile phone."
"I know!" Mu Qingge pretended to be calm after breaking the screen for the 108th time.
"Ancestor, this is a car!"
"How dare a mere iron man plot against me?" Mu Qingge held on to the seat belt tightly.
When the sleeping ancient tomb was dug up by the archaeological team, the ancestor from thousands of years ago had to return to his old business.
With milk tea in her left hand and talisman paper in her right hand, black long-distance running with AJ, she not only wants to clean up the unscrupulous descendants of the Su family, but also traces the truth of the conspiracy a thousand years ago.
Until I met that unlucky man who could trip over the threshold while walking——
"Your death is coming!"
Mo Yuan calmly dusted off the dust on his suit, but remained unmoved.
Mu Qingge looked at this man whose fate should have been severed long ago but still lived tenaciously until now, and suddenly discovered that the divine power he unconsciously exuded gradually overlapped with the figure who entrusted her with the mission a thousand years ago...
