My name is Li Mu.
I also go by Li Dayan.
Everyone loves the goods I bring to market. They're high quality, never shoddy, and always fresh from the ground.
It all began when I was twenty, when a ghastly face appeared on my leg after I went underground.
As one new underground find after another passed through my hands,
and the name Li Dayan grew ever more famous across the southern underground trade,
I and my family's shop had already been drawn into a trap.
Every tomb-robbing family had been stuffed into this “poison-breeding” trap.
And it was all for the thing in the sea.
