In the Eighth Year After My Death, He Dug up My Bones

In the eighth year after my death, Shen indeed became a leading archaeologist. A domestic dog that could only wag its tail and beg for mercy followed me back home. With a wave of his hand, he planned to demolish my ancestral home, and even told the media that if I didn't show up within three days, he would raze it to the ground. But what he doesn't know is that I am now a skeleton.