Hiss! What's up? It hurts!

I rubbed my head and got up from the ground.

The first thing I saw was a huge, heavy bronze coffin board on the ground.

I guess I was knocked on the board by this.

It's really ruthless!

That's what the locator shows, and there should be nothing wrong with that.

I thought I could dig in before those trash fish found out, but I didn't expect to be attacked.

Don't let the old lady know which of the eight lambs moved the hand. Otherwise, the old lady must let him know that if he didn't kill the old lady on the spot, it would be the stupidest decision in his life!

Wait, no!

What about my locator?

I watched as my near-transparent hand crossed straight over the stone wall.

There was also a female corpse on the ground that had been shot off the head by the coffin board.

All kinds of phenomena on the surface: I'm dead now!

Now I should be in the state of a soul or a ghost. You can call it anything.

After the blind eye of discovering this, my mind is now in a mess.

Am I already dead?

When a person is about to die, he recalls his life. And when I died, I didn't have time to remember, so I had to become a ghost after I died.

But I suddenly found that the only thing that could make me nostalgic was the cat I had before I was born.

My name is Yan Shengyao, and I was a mercenary before joining the organization. Grew up in an orphanage.

According to the dean, I actually have parents, and maybe I'm still alive.

But I'd rather they're dead.

I was born in a small mountain village that was ignorant and poor. My mother was illegally bought into the mountains and forced to be used as a tool for giving birth.

I don't know if my mother has run or not, but after staying in that kind of place for a long time, she found that she couldn't run away, and she was gradually assimilated by the people in this mountain village over time.

In this village, there is a preference for sons, and when girls are born, they are generally discarded.

I'm not so lucky, I'm not a good one. Naturally, it is impossible to escape the fate of being discarded.

But my luck was that I was not taken away by the tiger and wolf immediately after being discarded, but was sent to an orphanage by a kind person.

It's not easy to be a mercenary, it's not an exaggeration to say that it's a knife that licks blood, and it's not an exaggeration to exchange your life for money.

Although I joined the Foundation, it was actually a different kind of employment.

If the tasks assigned by the above are beyond my ability, or even endanger my life, then I will probably take the deposit and leave at the first time, or even turn back.

But now, the dead are dead, and I have nothing to fear.

Out of curiosity, I searched the tomb with no relent.

The frescoes in this burial chamber are so monotonous that there is no decoration or frescoes except for the coffin in the very center.

Was it looted, or was it meant to be?

I searched this tomb with the mentality of picking up a leak.

The organization sent me to find a scroll called the Purple Atlas, which could connect to another world.

This can be very helpful for the friendly communication between planes.

If it falls into the wrong hands, it is likely to trigger a war of plunder between the two worlds.

I don't think this thing would have been used in the same direction after being contained by the Foundation, though.

But now what does this have to do with me?

Huh? What is it?

I pulled out a purple scroll from the coffin.

A not-so-wonderful feeling came.

It was as if my soul was being torn apart, and I was about to be sucked into this scroll.

Ahh