Tomb Keeper of the Human Emperor

Before the master died, he left Wu Ji only a courtyard. In the courtyard without even a room, there was only a locked dry well. "Remember, be sure to keep it safe, it contains the last luck of our human race!" Wu Ji couldn't help but laugh. A pair of beggars, their grandfather and grandson, who were wandering the streets and performing arts, were talking about the luck of the human race. . .