"Some people are antique shop owners on the surface, but are actually alchemists, and occasionally do some digging graves behind the scenes - this person is me." Ji Xuan said. Changsha, Guyingling. The coffin that had been dusted for thousands of years was slowly opened. Under the illumination of the flashlight, the inner wall of the coffin exuded a gleaming jade color. Several tomb robbers cautiously came up to take a look, and suddenly they all shouted in unison - "Damn it! Master, hurry up!" Come and take a look!" Because they heard that the tomb of King Zhao is extremely dangerous, the lamas who came here this time were all experienced veterans of the southern sect. They didn't know what kind of ferocious old rice dumpling was lying in the coffin to scare them like this. Ji Xuan cursed while holding up a flashlight and walked to the jade coffin to take a closer look - "Holy shit!" The person lying in the coffin was not bones and powder, let alone a vicious zombie, but a lifelike young man who looked like he was no more than twenty years old! What's even more surprising is that this young man is actually wearing a military uniform from the Republic of China period! Why were people born in the Republic of China buried in this tomb of Zhao State, and their bodies could survive nearly a hundred years without decaying... Just as Ji Xuan was wondering, someone suddenly shouted - "He... He... He opened his eyes!" Resurrected from the dead, the paralyzed iceberg beauty, the former warlord Author Weibo: Situ Jiuliu
