Raise your wine and sing. How many years does a life hold?
After yet another failed suicide attempt, Qin Fengyou, who had lived for over four hundred years, climbed out of the coffin where he'd slept for seventy years, bored out of his mind.
Looking at the unfamiliar modern laboratory outside his coffin, Qin Fengyou was utterly bewildered.
What?? The glittering mausoleum I spent a fortune building was excavated as an ancient tomb??
What?? The collection of paintings, calligraphy, ancient books, and gold I'd painstakingly amassed as grave goods was handed over to the state??
What?? While I was asleep, they stripped off my clothes and nearly dissected me as a precious dried corpse??
A gentleman's revenge may wait ten years.
Qin Fengyou licked the blood left on his fingers, rubbed his stomach, which had been empty for a full seventy years, and flashed a fang-filled smile at a photo of a famous archaeologist.
Ye Zhinan: What do I do? I ran into a depressed, mentally ill person who's self-harming, calls himself a vampire, and keeps saying he's going to eat me. Help, I'm desperate!
A suicidal native cannibal and vampire seme × a famous archaeologist uke with an unknown blood type, but who is definitely delicious
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