I’m Not Yuan Shu

I traveled through time, but into Yuan Shu’s body.

I can lie flat and slack off, but I’m still Yuan Shu.

I’ve become a wealthy young master, but I’m still Yuan Shu.

I can have everything handed to me, but I’m still Yuan Shu.

Yuan Shu, the fierce ghost on the road, the dried-up skeleton in the grave, the emperor of the Zhong family, the Eastern Han Mister Honey Water!

Feeling the star of death shining brilliantly above his head, Yuan Shu could not help but tighten the cup of honey water in his hand and declare viciously to the world:

I am not Yuan Shu!

I am Yuan Shu!