After Immortality, I Will Guard the Tomb of My Old Friend for Thousands of Years.

Guarding tombs for ten thousand years, I have seen geniuses fall and dynasties change. The so-called immortal inheritances in the world are just pen-writing skills that I scribbled down when I was bored; the peerless magic weapons that the world is fighting for are just the scraps of metal that I buried with my old friend. I thought my life would go on like this, until one day, a group of tomb robbers blew open the door of the tomb chamber, pointed a sword at my nose and asked me to hand over the treasure. I pointed to the tombstone behind me and kindly reminded me: "Are you sure you want to cause trouble here? The bones of the last person who was so crazy have been under my feet for more than a thousand years."