The hanging coffin with dragon veins that my Yu family guarded thousands of years ago cracked.
What came out of it looked exactly like me. It said close to my ear: "You are the fake." The military blocked it overnight, and the nine admirals knelt down to fill the ancestral graves. They don't know that the true ability of each generation of gravekeepers is to make the dead speak. And I, Yu Xu, can make dead people obey.
Dare you dig up my ancestral graves? I will first summon the eighteen generations of your ancestors from the underworld to hold a denouncement meeting. What makes them even more desperate is that what I brought out from the ancient tomb was not an antique, but an ID card with my name on it, and the date of issue: 221 BC. The owner of the tomb is myself.
