You Asked Me to Raid Tombs, So Why Did You Bring Ten Dogs?

Funny and entertaining? You bet!

[Transmigrate to Republican-era China + powerful female lead + tomb-raiding fanfiction + hilarious, adorable pets + overwhelming technological advantage + bickering couple]

When Zhang Qishan assembles a team for a tomb raid, the elite of the Nine Gates arrive fully armed, with Luoyang shovels, black-gold blades, and feng shui compasses at the ready.

Jiang Xiaolou yawns and shows up right on time, leading ten dogs wagging their tails.

Ninth Master Xie adjusts his glasses. “Boss Jiang, we're going into a tomb full of blood corpses, not taking the dogs for a walk south of town.”

Jiang Xiaolou lets go of the leashes. “Stop believing in superstition. Trust in science.”

The next second:

The tomb-sniffing dog kicks open a hidden bronze trapdoor.

The hazmat dog gives a loud sneeze at the thousand-year-old miasma.

A mutated Tibetan mastiff bites through the neck of a thousand-year-old blood corpse, then carries a funerary artifact over to Jiang Xiaolou's feet and wags its tail for a treat.

The leaders of the Nine Gates fall silent as one.

Feng shui secrets? Just let the dogs loose!

Jiang Xiaolou, a modern expert in police-dog tactics, arrives in Republican-era Changsha with maxed-out dog-training skills.

No intelligence network? Stray-dog urine-marking stations cover the whole city, intercepting every bit of intelligence the Nine Gates gather.

No powerful backer? She uses dogs to sniff out spies during the resistance war, and Zhang Qishan personally presents her with a solid-gold plaque declaring her the “Tenth Gate.”

Until one day, Wu Laogou storms into the kennel and points his gun at Jiang Xiaolou:

“Give me my king of dogs back!”

Before he can finish, the ferocious Sancun Ding, who has always obeyed only his master, rolls onto his back on Jiang Xiaolou's shoe and lets out a string of fawning, squeaky whines.

Wu Laogou's whole worldview shatters.

“Fifth Master Wu, a gun is faster beyond seven paces.

Within seven paces, my dogs are faster.

Want to bet?”