I'm an archaeologist, but I'm actually a back-and-forth guy.
In the early years of the Republic of China, it was a time of turmoil. The rich and powerful people were awash in wealth, and the common people were worried about their daily lives. But I don't care about these. What I care about is the unfair business passed down from my ancestors. Making money from dead people is better than making money from living people.
I cut my hair short and put on a suit, took a boat to Europe, and said goodbye to the East on the other side of the sea, but I never thought that this was the beginning of the nightmare of my life. It turns out that weird things abroad are also extraordinary. After I got a nasty taste because of the resale of goods, a mysterious invitation letter told me in a sincere tone that the Eau Tilis Manor not only solved my troubles, but also gave me treasures. It's impossible to go to such a Hongmen banquet, and even worse if you don't go.
... But, after I get familiar with the rules here, who can explain to me what the familiar earthy smell is? Am I too cheap to defeat them? ? Why can I still meet my close friends... Ghosts and gods in a foreign land even though we are so far apart? ? ?
They made sounds one by one, and the metallic sound lines overlapped together, giving a strange sense of mourning, "Why are you here?"
The newlywed touched his Luoyang shovel and poked the ground with a sigh, "You two gentlemen, are you here for my funeral?"