The Grave Robbers' Chronicles has come to life, but its worldline is collapsing.
To repair this world, a book spirit hired me.
Mission: save those destined to die and resolve every lingering regret.
Reward: a spotless, immortal body of my own.
The one forbidden rule: I must not reveal my true identity before the finale, or I’ll be reduced to ashes on the spot!
To stay alive, I was forced to embark on a mad journey of faking my death under one secret identity after another.
At the Lu Palace, I was A-Qi, a low-level mercenary who was greedy and afraid of dying.
When the corpse beetles ran amok, I tore off my disguise, blew up the passage behind me, and shouted to Wu Xie with a smile:
“Third Master, don’t forget to burn me a paper wife with a color TV…”
The flames swallowed me, and I became the one thing the Iron Triangle could never bear to lose.
In the Xisha Underwater Tomb, I took on a new secret identity as a timid, stammering boatman.
I’d planned to keep my head down to the end, but I instinctively tied A-Qi’s signature “ugly knot,” and Xiaoge saw right through me at once.
His black-gold ancient blade pressed against my throat. His gaze was icy. “Keep pretending, and you die.”
Trembling, I wrote my final lie on the ground: [I’m A-Qi’s younger brother.]
At that moment, Wu Xie broke down in tears, while Fatty, eyes red, shielded me behind him and desperately showered me with all his guilt and compensation.
Later came the Cloud-Top Palace, the Snake Marsh Ghost City…
Watching the Iron Triangle search for sweetness among shards of glass time and again, and seeing them grasp at every clue as they desperately tested my limits, I completely panicked.
“Stop digging! Please, stop digging! If you keep testing me, the System will scatter even my ashes!”
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