The subway collapsed and the ancient coffin burst. A young man wearing old clothes from eight hundred years ago opened his eyes from the underground ruins.
He doesn't have an ID card, doesn't know how to use a mobile phone, and doesn't know why cars don't use horses, but he can stop a runaway train with one palm and see through the weaknesses of modern superpowers at a glance. Some people said he was a liar, some wanted to send him to the laboratory, and some recognized the ancient jade around his waist - eight hundred years ago, it was the owner of this jade who personally ended an era.
Yan Jiuchuan originally only wanted to see the world eight hundred years later, but the descendants of the old traitors reopened the door to heaven. Facing the black tide sweeping the city, he brushed off the dust on his shoulders: 'I was able to close it back then, and today I can knock back everything behind the door. '
