The Clothes Aren’t Packed

Seeing these two words, Ren Baqian felt a sense of misery pervading his heart.

The material of the clothes covering the bleached bones of the figure in front of them wasn't identifiable. The figure's hair was scattered. The dried up skin adhered to the bones of the individual who was in a sitting posture.

Although the identity of this skeleton was unknown, from this tomb in the passageway made of white jade and the winged snake guard, it could be deduced that his rank wasn't low.

In the war against the Wan Tribe, the human race was defeated. The remaining 100,000 people ended up being driven to this desolate land.

The owner of this skeleton was one of them. After crossing the Sixty Thousand Mountains, he perished here and left these two words "Go Home" before he died.

In an instant, more than three million words, which was enough for a long novel, flowed into his brain.