In the winter of 1994, it was minus 30 degrees in Heilongjiang.
Li Laoba was squatting on the kang to warm himself by the fire. The door was kicked open - his father's old brother Zhao Dabiao took out a gold cake from his arms.
Ask him if he's brave enough to take on a job.
Li Laoba's father, Li Laoqi, died of cancer three years ago. He didn't explain anything before he died. Only after his death did Li Laoba
Zhao Dabiao knew: When seven people entered Zhangguangcai Ridge, four came out alive, and his father was one of them. Come back
The four of them died without ever mentioning what was underneath.
Now Zhao Dabiao wants to take him back. Go to the same place.
The moment the stone door was pried open, a sweet smell came up from underneath. Four Eyes said it was cinnabar, which the ancients used to make pills.
But this is poisonous and can damage your brain if you inhale it.
Lying underneath was a corpse that had been blackened for two hundred and seventy years, with nails as white as snow.
But the words engraved on the dagger next to the corpse were from 4,700 years ago.
The last line that his father chiselled out back then contained something that could not be told even to death. Li Laoba has to go down and find it himself.
Good-looking, very good-looking