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An Diyou stood in front of a good coffin with her waist pinched in disgrace. She squinted down at a pile of white bones that had been deposited for thousands of years and a rusty broken sword in the coffin. She then looked up at the luminous pearl above her head. This was the tomb that she had spent a lot of effort to enter. It could be described as penniless. It made her feel like she would have brought some ghost coins to burn. It was so shabby, and she didn't know whose ancestor it was? They gave birth to unfilial descendants, and when they died, they were not even willing to be buried with a copper coin.