Thirty Years in the Tomb-Raiding World

The mountain spirit raises a lamp at night, while ghostly rain dampens tear-streaked cheeks. At midnight, voices rise among the moss, each one sobbing its tale of woe: “Cuckoo, cuckoo, be at peace, be at peace. O soul, return!” The Northern School seeks dragon veins and locates burial spots; the Southern School reads soil and studies sand. A pure-hearted boy, a band of obsessed lunatics, and a tomb-raiding underworld. Blood-sleepers awaken, living corpses bear children, notes filled with horror, games meant for inhuman beings. A stench descends on the wind; dragons roam the Nine Provinces, and ghosts carry coffins across the four seas. When a corner of the sealed world is torn open, what is revealed is the human heart...