Memoirs of Tomb Robbers

In the murals from three thousand years ago, a hungry ghost wearing a bronze mask kidnapped the love of my life. I spent thirteen years exploring the origins of the astronomical calendar of the Western Zhou Dynasty, tracing ancient relics such as the Overlord's Era, and tracing the interweaving and changes of the astronomical calendar, geomantic geomantic omen, human rights, and divine rights. I have seen countless bizarre scenes with my own eyes: On the barren Huangsha Mountain, there is a stream that is as red as blood all year round. In the ancient ferry of the Yellow River where the waves hit the rocks, there is a gold-leaf ghost ship traveling upstream. At the end of the deep underground Shinto, there is a second empty monument with no words that no one knows about. I am not an archaeologist, I walk underground to find the people I love.