In the 1990s, I was desperate and joined a tomb-robbing gang, embarking on a thrilling tomb-hunting journey. Along the way, unprecedented excitements kept coming, and the world was bleak and dangerous, turning the dull-witted me into a cunning and greasy uncle. Perhaps all the disasters in the second half of my life were just the punishment for my recklessness in the first half of my life. Now I am left alone, suffering in silence. If you are interested in this part of my tomb robbing past, then prepare a bench, make a cup of tea, and come and listen to my thrilling tomb robbing stories in the first half of my life. There are suspenseful mysteries to be solved, treasure appraisals and strange things to hear, and there are also human ways and worldly rules waiting for you to find out.
