Yang Lin looked at the old man in front of him who was wearing an old man's sweatshirt and a pair of flip-flops.
"What does it mean that you are Zhuge Liang? What does it mean that you have lived for more than 1,800 years?"
Until the system was bound and it was confirmed that the person in front of him was indeed nailed to Zhuge Liang in history, he could not transcend because of regret.
"Prime Minister, do you want to go back to the Three Kingdoms to resolve your regrets? To achieve transcendence?"
What Yang Lin doesn't know is that starting from today, his computer store will close down.
Instead, it is a gathering place for the ghosts of historical celebrities from past and present.
Looking at the group of ghosts in Wuyangyang, Yang Lin took out a trumpet.
"Don't be crowded! Get in line! Who has any regrets!"
