In 1989, a thousand-year-old corpse freshly unearthed at the Luoyang Archaeological Research Institute in Henan vanished without a trace. At the same time, a man covered from head to toe in black hair died mysteriously in a second-floor corridor of the local People’s Hospital.
In July of that year, a mysterious statue unearthed beneath the abandoned archaeological institute caused a sensation. That same year, the area was ravaged by torrential rain and raging floods. In September, after repeated pleas from local elders and people who believed in superstition, the statue was buried again. Only then did the rain finally stop.
In the early 1970s, when the Lishan archaeological site was discovered, my mother was also found to be pregnant. In those days, pregnant women were absolutely forbidden from entering tombs. But the team was short-staffed, and my mother had inherited her ancestors’ skills in locating and surveying burial sites. With resources scarce and funds tight, and as the only qualified expert, she had no choice but to enter the tomb.
At the same time, the ancient tomb at Lishan vanished from everyone’s sight. A year later, just as everyone had given up hope and was preparing to abandon the search, my mother returned to the clan carrying me. Yet she had no memory at all of what had happened during that year. My presence, however, proved that it had all really happened.
Afterward, strange incidents began plaguing the older generation of the clan. They said something unclean had followed them out of the tomb, and my parents had no choice but to leave their home with me.
My mother underwent every examination, but nothing unusual could be found. It wasn’t until I came of age that the appearance of a mysterious man drew me back into the events of that year. A professional gang of overseas tomb raiders came with him.
