Tomb Robbing: at the Beginning, He Was Thrown into the Ancient Tomb by His Tribe.

My name is Zhang Linyuan. A direct descendant of the Zhang family in Changbai Mountain in the northeast. Sounds cool, right? But when I passed through, there was a poisonous copper arrow stuck in my chest, which was thrown by three clan uncles into the ancient tombs of the Zhou Dynasty to attract corpses. They ran away, but I didn't make it. Later I learned that in the Zhang family, the direct descendants are really no different from rags - they are thrown away after use without batting an eyelid. And I, Zhang Linyuan, a novel reader who traveled back in time from 2026, with an unreliable system, lived from the late Qing Dynasty to modern times, watched the rise and fall of the Old Nine Sects with my own eyes, personally sent Zhang Qiling into the Bronze Gate, and then personally picked him up. I will find the Zhang family of Sanmai one by one. I broke the Wang family's thousand-year chess game one by one. Wu Xie said: "Uncle Zhang, at first glance, you think he is colder than my little brother, but at second glance, you find that he is actually keeping an eye on all the invisible things behind you for you." The black blind man held a cigarette in his mouth and smiled: "Zhang Linyuan? That is the person who is the least like the Zhang family and the most damn like the Zhang family I have ever seen." Zhang Haiqi was sorting out the old files in the Southern Archives without raising her head: "He has betrayed a woman in his life, so he spent all the remaining time to pay her back. I have nothing to say, I will accompany him." Before the computing core was destroyed, the last leader of the Wang family shouted hysterically: "You shouldn't exist at all! You don't exist in the timeline!" Zhang Linyuan wiped the blood from Qilin's tattoo and smiled: "Forget it. You've been calculating for a thousand years, and it's all on you."