I fell in a pool of blood, and when I touched the Luoyang shovel on my chest, my fingertips suddenly penetrated the bronze coffin - at the critical moment of life and death, my supernatural power awakened.
On the day when the ghost market was plastered with death warrants from a family of tomb robbers, Lei Yu and I pried open the thousand-year-old coffin of the Miao Xinjiang Witch King.
The bronze mask I was buried with was fastened on my face, and from now on I could see through all the underground institutions.
"Zhong Yi, you fucking ate the Warring States silk book?" Lei Yu kicked away the mercenary holding the shotgun. I stared at the phantom of the nine-story demon tower emerging behind him and sneered - the body of my brother who died in Qinling three months ago was hanging on the eaves of the third floor tower.
The cave where my father disappeared twenty years ago is bleeding from me. The photos of the exterminated archaeological team all contain half of the same snake tattoo.
When I touched the raised scales on the back of the auction house boss's neck, I finally understood that this tomb robbing game was just a matter of selecting sacrifices for them.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
