(Tomb raiding is illegal. Do not break the law.)
This is a true account of tomb-raiding experiences.
Tomb raiding was something unfamiliar to me.
Yet by a twist of fate, I found myself among a group of grave robbers. I experienced one terrifying and bizarre event after another, and as I went through all manner of strange and uncanny things, I gradually realized this was a journey concealing a tremendous secret.
Someone asked a traveler on this journey why he had come here.
He only said: There is food at the fasting hour, and porridge at dawn. By the water, seek a dog; through the mountains, follow a snake's trail. Yellow turbans, eyes blazing, bear arms in broad daylight. Having roamed the four corners, we charge the inner walls. The living beneath the beams, ghosts and spirits above. Fear the water from afar, and the mountains up close. Search the waters for gold to stay alive; scour the mountains for silver to find a place to sleep.
Isn't this a tomb robbing note?