Tomb Robber: I Dress up as a Three-Year-Old Crybaby

The old lady was wiping tears in front of the coffin. I opened my eyelids and scolded the coffin for being too shabby. I traveled through time and became a three-year-old child. I don't know whether my father cried in my previous life. Anyway, I am now a poor bastard without a father. He stretched out his fleshy little hands and looked at them, taking care of them as they came. Don't worry about who is mourning, you have to quickly figure out which tomb robbery novel you have entered.