The Living Blow Out Candles, the Dead Light the Lamps

I was born in the mountains of Jiangxi. My parents left to make a living and never came back.

Without anyone to raise me, I dropped out of school at an early age and learned feng shui from my grandfather. But fate had other plans. I thought I could become a respected feng shui master just like him.

Then I fell for the prettiest girl in our village. We were both willing, but her mother demanded an outrageous bride price.

That night, emboldened by alcohol, I secretly dug up an old grave in our area.

After my grandfather went missing, I found the secrets of feng shui among his belongings.

Following the address on a letter he had never sent, I found his old friend, Master Ma. He gave me my grandfather's art of physiognomy, and later I went tomb-raiding with him for the first time.

I learned my grandfather's secret feng shui techniques and physiognomy, then began raiding tombs again and again, searching for the places marked on his map.

In the end...