Fusu transmigrated into the body of Qin Shi Huang's twelve-year-old eldest son. Wrapped head to toe in bandages with only his eyes showing, he walked out while the guards watched, not daring to say a word. The Undead System, his golden finger, had turned him into a lich, blue ghostly flames burning in his eye sockets. In a panic, he hurried to pack and said he had to run. First, he pulled his hood low. There was no need to rush into changing the world. In this era, nobody was easy to deal with.
