The man looked at Shangguan Qing's expression as he was immersed in the ancient text, and an indescribable emotion surged in his heart.

He walked slowly forward, side by side with Shangguan Qing. The dim light from the flashlight illuminated the focused profiles of both of them.

Those mottled words seemed to have magic, bringing the two people into an ancient and glorious era.

He said softly: "General Shangguan's life was full of ups and downs, which is really breathtaking. From a warrior to a famous general, and then to the vortex of power and intrigue, every step he took was so firm. Such an experience, even for us descendants, can only look up to it."

As he spoke, his gaze became profound, as if he could penetrate the dark passage and see the changes of that era.

The wind around them seemed to have calmed down, leaving only the gentle breathing of the two people and the sound of the flashlight beams moving on the ancient stone walls, forming a picture of a dialogue across time and space.

Shangguan Qing only saw the past about General Shangguan, and there was no record of the captives who had been given the surname.

She stood in front of an old family tree, the flickering candlelight lengthening the mottled words, her shadow intertwined with time, as if it could penetrate the mist of years.

His fingers gently stroked the chapters that recorded the glory and honor of the Shangguan family, and ripples appeared in his heart.

She closed her eyes, letting her thoughts drift away, and when she opened them again, a gleam of disbelief flashed in them.

"Could the captive who was given a surname be me in my previous life?"

Her voice was so low that only she could hear it, but it was particularly clear in the quiet night.

I imagined that I might have been an unknown soldier on the battlefield, or an orphan from a tribe, and was taken in by General Shangguan with compassion, given a surname, and thus integrated into this prominent family.

The moonlight was thin and mottled in a hidden place deep in the dense forest. Shangguan Qing walked out of the unexpected tomb with a candle in hand.

Under the dim light, Shangguan Qing and the tomb robber stood opposite each other, surrounded by the coldness and dampness unique to ancient tombs.

The man smoked a cigarette and said between puffs, "I've shown you all the goods I should show you, where's the money?"

Shangguan Qing handed him the password box in his hand.

"Two million, not a penny less." Her voice was calm and firm.

The tomb robber quickly took the password box, a satisfied smile on his face.

He raised his head and glanced at Shangguan Qing with complicated eyes, as if assessing the woman's courage and determination.

The grave robber took a deep breath of cigarette and exhaled slowly. In the midst of the smoke, his voice was low and contained a hint of subtle concern.

"That's quite straightforward. Listen to my advice. History doesn't even mention the captive. There must be a story behind it. It's very tricky. As a woman, you'd better get out of here as soon as possible and stop hanging around this cemetery. It's full of yin energy and it's not good for your health."

After saying this, his gaze passed through the curling smoke and fell on Shangguan Qing's resolute face.

Her eyes flickered, as if she had thousands of words in her heart, but they turned into an unshakable determination.

Shangguan Qing pursed his lips lightly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. That smile showed both fearlessness of the unknown and a deep understanding of his own destiny.

"Thanks for the reminder."

The man took the money and left, leaving Shangguan Qing alone standing at the entrance of the cemetery.

She looked into the cemetery with complicated eyes. Gusts of cold wind kept raging around her, like a provocation.

"I'm Shangguan Qing, the head of the Netherworld. If you have something to say, just show up. Why are you hiding and pretending to be a grandson?" She scolded with a cold face.

The other party seemed unconvinced and continued to stir up the cold wind, causing the fallen leaves and dry grass to fly.

The key point is that it is winter now, and the wind is not only cold, but also as sharp as a knife.

Shangguan Qing gathered all the spiritual power in his body into one palm and pressed it hard towards the ground.

In the bushes on her right, the opponent was shocked by her spiritual power and rolled on the ground several times before he could stand steadily.

Shangguan Qing turned sideways and looked at him.

"Gravekeeper?" she asked coldly.

The young man dusted himself off with an arrogant look on his face, "You can even tell this? You are worthy of being the Lord of the Netherworld."

"It's really strange. There's not even an inscription on the tombstone, but there is a gravekeeper." She sneered.

The young man raised his lips to a playful smile, and his eyes flashed with a hint of provocation. "Shangguan Qing, although you are the head of the Netherworld, the secrets hidden in this tomb are enough to deter anyone who dares to spy on it. If you don't erect an inscription, it means you don't want to be found."

But unexpectedly, it was discovered.

As he spoke, he slowly approached, with unquestionable majesty in his steps, as if every inch of this cemetery was closely connected to him.

The young man's figure is elongated in the interweaving of light and shadow, appearing both lonely and determined.

"If you insist on going deeper, you may trigger those long-dormant resentments and curses. Buried beneath this tomb is not only the dust of the past, but also countless unfulfilled obsessions."

His words were low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Shangguan Qing's heart.

"Then I have to go in and take a look."

Shangguan Qing's eyes flickered in the darkness, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

She took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy around her surged again, as if an invisible fire was burning in her body.

She walked forward, each step firm and powerful, through the open space ravaged by the cold wind, straight into the depths of the tomb.

The young man sighed deeply, "Why doesn't this guy listen to advice!"

The inside of the tomb was even darker than the outside, and only the weak candlelight in her hand could barely illuminate the front.

The surrounding stone walls are covered with moss, as if time has stopped here.

There is an ancient and oppressive atmosphere in the air, which makes people feel awe involuntarily.

Shangguan Qing walked along the winding passage and took a completely different detour from the first time.

Shangguan Qing stepped into the dark lobby, and an old and heavy smell hit him in the face.

In the center, an ancient coffin stands quietly, as if it is the gatekeeper of time, silently telling the elegies of the past.

The coffin lid was half-open, with a faint light shining through, as if an unknown force was tempting people to explore the secret behind it.

The air around seemed to freeze, and every subtle breath echoed in the silence. Shangguan Qing's heartbeat accelerated.

She approached slowly, each step weighing on her tense nerves, ready to uncover the deepest mystery of the night.

Shangguan Qing gently pushed open the dusty coffin.

Her eyes were instantly attracted by a gorgeous ancient wedding dress. The dress lay quietly inside, dazzling red, and the auspicious patterns of dragons and phoenixes embroidered with gold thread seemed to come alive and shine brightly under the faint light.

Her sleeves fluttered gently, as if still retaining the tenderness and expectation of a bride from a thousand years ago.

Shangguan Qing walked forward slowly, his fingertips lightly touching the delicate silk, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, as if he could travel through time and space and feel the love story that had been buried by the years.

Shangguan Qing stood in the dim candlelight, his eyes fixed on the thick book of military merits on the desk, his brows furrowed.

She slowly stretched out her hand, her fingertips lightly sliding over the wedding dress, and her doubts grew even more intense.

She suddenly stood up, walked to the window, and stared at the vague outline of the military camp in the distance.

I thought to myself: Since General Shangguan appreciated the captive, why did he hide his merits? Could it be that there was a hidden meaning behind this?

As my thoughts were flooding in, the gravekeeper walked in.

"I told you you shouldn't have come," he said, leaning against the wall.