Tomb Robbery·old Events in Nanshan

That year, I was eighteen years old. Just after the holiday that year, I returned to my hometown in the countryside from Shanghai. To be honest, I was groggy the whole way. I felt that there was an ominous premonition about my return home. I had no choice but to light a cigarette and sit on the train and smoke. Suddenly, I saw a pool of blood and a pair of hands. No, that was not a hand, it was clearly a pair of ghost hands. I was an atheist at that time, so I was brave enough to pick up the iron bar on the side and hit it... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.