Tomb Raiding: My Years Robbing Ancient Tombs

[Mystery] [Horror] [Smart Protagonist]

In the 1980s, my grandfather entered a Western Han tomb. To his surprise, he found a child corpse. He was the only one who made it out alive, but the curse fell upon me. A feng shui master told me I wouldn't live past thirty. I've been plagued by bad luck ever since. Then I met my second uncle, whom I hadn't seen in years, and the gears of my fate began to turn. He led me back to that Western Han tomb, where headless female ghosts, blood corpses, zongzi, and all kinds of things beyond scientific explanation nearly cost me my life...

But there's a saying in the tomb-raiding world: when the rooster crows and the lamp goes out, don't touch the tomb!

The moment I opened the coffin lid, I was utterly shocked. The person inside was still alive...