Mountains and Rivers of No Return

I lay in a coffin for fifteen years. Fifteen years ago. In the Battle of the Wei River, 70,000 Zhenxi troops died. My father is dead. Brother is dead. Everyone died. The imperial court told the world: They died in defeat. But fifteen years later, when I climbed out of the coffin, I found that everyone was afraid. Shenwuwei is looking for me. The family is looking for me. The court is looking for me. Even the dead back then are looking for me. Only later did I understand. It's not me they're afraid of. What they fear is the 70,000 innocent souls at the bottom of the Wei River. I am even more afraid that the truth of that year will come to light again. Because some people deserve to die. But he survived to this day.