Notes on Northern Pulse Stealing

[Tomb robbing + suspense + treasure appraisal + rivers and lakes] [First person] My name is Wang San... A tomb robber who lives by his master's notes and compass. Everyone who makes a living in Panjiayuan knows that a jade cicada in a dead man's mouth is worth half a million, and the calculation hidden in the heart of a living person can buy three lives. Ma Yuliang and I. One relies on his master's notes to travel around the world, and the other relies on the blood of Dan people to breathe in the water. What was stolen was the underworld weapon that had been buried under the loess for thousands of years, and what was being repaid was the debt of the King of Hell in the world. You ask me what kind of job is tomb robbing? Is a craftsman. The Luoyang shovel dug down three feet, and what it brought out was not rammed earth, but the eternal dream of Emperor Qin and Han Dynasty; what the cyclone shovel dug was not the hole of thieves, but the unawakened yellow beams of Tang, Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties. That day in the tomb, when the detonator exploded the last seal, Ma Yuliang suddenly said: "Third brother, do you think we are like the tomb-suppressing beasts in this tomb? We suppress the greed of others and swallow our own sins." Ma Yuliang said he would stop after making 30 million, but the greed of people will really be satisfied with this? The deepest thing about this business is not the ancient tombs, nor the hearts of the people... But when you finally understand the inscriptions on the coffins, you find that you have become a speck of dust in the folds of history. Grave robbers never dig up dead people, but the greed of living people. There is no golden basin in this world, only water that becomes muddier with each passing day. Now you ask me why I am still doing it? Because every ancient tomb is a mirror looking into a demon, and the person lying inside is not the owner of the tomb, but us, all well-dressed outside the mirror. The moment the Luoyang shovel penetrated the rammed earth layer, I could hear my heartbeat coming from deep within the earth's veins—— (The smell of the whole book is not the smell of grave soil, but the smell of rust in the bones of Jianghu people)