Yang Lin looked at the old man in front of him, who wore a sleeveless undershirt and a pair of flip-flops.
“What do you mean, you’re Zhuge Liang? And what do you mean, you’ve been alive for 1,800 years?”
It wasn’t until the System bound itself to him that Yang Lin confirmed this man really was Zhuge Liang, the very figure recorded in history, unable to transcend because of an unfulfilled regret.
“Chancellor, would you like to return to the Three Kingdoms and resolve your regret? To achieve transcendence?”
What Yang Lin didn’t know was that, starting today, his computer shop would be out of business.
In its place would be a gathering place for the ghosts of famous people throughout history.
Looking at the throng of ghosts, Yang Lin pulled out a megaphone.
“Stop crowding! Get in line! Who else has a regret?”
