Tomb Raiding: The Young Master Draws His Blade, While the Zongzi Beg for Their Lives

[Hilarious mystery + tomb-raiding fanfic + the Iron Triangle and one more + mutual salvation + extreme gap moe]

[Inhumanly beautiful, sharp-tongued corpse queen × the cool, brilliant Xiao Ge, with the highest combat strength]

While other people transmigrated into lives of comfort and luxury, Jiang Suisui transmigrated and woke up in a two-thousand-year-old jade coffin, becoming a top-tier female zongzi with a body stiff as a board.

To make matters worse, the moment the coffin lid was lifted, Zhang Qiling’s murderous black-gold ancient blade came swinging straight at her!

With the blade’s edge just 0.1 centimeters from her nose, Jiang Suisui sat bolt upright on her deathbed and shouted through her parched throat:

“Xiao Ge, hold your blade! I’m a law-abiding citizen! I passed the top level of the Mandarin exam! Killing a protected species in the wild is illegal!”

The entire tomb fell silent.

Pangzi was so startled he dropped his gun.

“Tianzhen, since when can zongzi not only perform comedy routines, but also understand the law?!”

They thought she was a useless nobody who did nothing but run her mouth. Who could have guessed she was a fully leveled-up ancestor whose bloodline could crush all others?

When they ran into a thousand-year-old blood corpse, she slapped it straight into the wall, where it was stuck so fast they couldn’t pry it out.

When they faced a rampaging tide of corpse beetles, she released the might of a corpse queen, and the whole swarm packed up and fled overnight.

The Iron Triangle could only marvel at her skills. “What’s the point of bringing black donkey hooves? Bring Sister Sui and she’ll automatically send the dead on their way!”

Later, a bizarre legend began to circulate in the underworld.

The side of the legendary missing person, the mute Zhang, was now graced by a little ancestor who had no body heat or heartbeat, yet was louder than any living person.

Through countless life-and-death crises, that god who was always cold as ice would rather drain every drop of his searing-hot Qilin blood than let her go unprotected, wishing her peace and safety year after year in the world of the living.