I Have Lived for Two Thousand Years on the Back of the History Books

Twenty-four-year-old museum restorer Xu Guan died in a warehouse fire. When he woke up, he was lying in a bumpy prison car with slender hands and feet and long hair shawl. He turned into a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl from the Qin Dynasty. The soldier outside the car called her "Medicine Slave" and said that the convoy was returning to Xianyang. Your Majesty had been feeling unwell recently and someone needed to try the new elixir prepared by the alchemist first. Xu Guan quickly realized three facts: 1. It is now the thirty-seventh year of the First Emperor, Qin Shihuang's last eastward tour in his life. 2. You are near the dune drive. 3. The pill that was supposed to be used to test poison seemed to really make people live forever. She did not die after taking the medicine. The next day, there was only a blank page on the bamboo slips used to register drug testers. The clerk in charge of the paperwork knew her clearly, but he couldn't write down her name anyway. This is the true price of the elixir of life: the body will not die, but the name will die first.